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But of Yndaia I learned nothing, until the Sagamore informed me that Yndaia lay near Catharines-town. And, learning you were of the army, and that the army was bound thither, I followed you." "Why did you not tell me this at Poundridge? You should have camped with us," I said. "Because of my fear of men except red men. And I had already quite enough of your Lieutenant Boyd."
"Yes.... Will you aid me in placing Madame de Contrecoeur and her daughter in the wagon assigned them?" He nodded, and together we started back toward the Vale Yndaia in silence. After a long while he looked up at me and said: "I know her now." "What?" "I recognize your pretty Lois de Contrecoeur. For weeks I have been troubled, thinking of her and how I should have known her face.
But my mother is living. And I believe she lives near Catharines-town to-day!" "What! Why do you think so?" I exclaimed, astounded. "Is not the Vale Yndaia there, near Catharines-town?" "Yes. But why " "Then listen, Euan. Every year upon a certain day the twelfth of May no matter where I chance to be, always outside my door I find two little beaded moccasins.
Where the Adriutha flowing Sings below Oswaya glowing. Where the sunset of Kandaia Paints the meadows of Yndaia, Let them seek my Hidden Son 'Till the sun and moon are one!" * "Nai Shehawa! He shall wake first and behold her Who is given to his keeping; He shall strip her of her leaves Where she sleeps amid the sheaves, Snowy white, without a stain, Nothing marred of wind or rain.
Then the General asked for my report; and I gave it as exactly as I could, the General listening most attentively to my narrative, and Boyd deeply and sombrely interested. When I ended he said: "We have taken also a half-breed, one Madame Sacho. You say that Madame de Contrecoeur is at the Vale Yndaia with her daughter?" "Guarded by my Indians, General." "Very well, sir.
But laurel, azalea, and rhododendron bloomed no longer; the flowers that now blossomed in a riot of azure, purple, and gold on every side were the lovely wild asters and golden-rod; and no pretty garden set with formal beds and garnished artfully seemed to compare with this wild garden in the Vale Yndaia.
The sun hung level, now, sending its blinding light straight into our eyes; and for precaution's sake we edged away under the blue shadows of the shrubbery, in case some far prowler note the light spots where our faces showed against the wall of green behind us. "How far from Catharines-town," I asked, "lies the Vale Yndaia, of which our little Lois has spoken?"
Vain was the struggle, too, for the faint gleam passed from my mind as it had come; and if the name Yndaia had disturbed me, or seeing the scarlet ensign on his breast, or perhaps both coupled, had seemed to stir some distant memory, I did not know.
"But," said I, troubled, "why did she journey hither?" "Because she now believes that only I in all the world could guide her to the vale Yndaia; and that one day I will pity her and take her there." "Doubtless," I said anxiously, "she has heard at the forts or hereabouts that we are to march on Catharines-town." "She knows it now, Loskiel" "And means to follow?" I exclaimed in horror.
Somehow, Sir William's Senecas got hold of her and took her to Catharines-town. And if the little Lois was born there or at Yndaia, or perhaps among the Lakes before the mother was made prisoner, I do not know. Only this I gather, that when the Cats of Amochol heard there was a child, they demanded it for a sacrifice.
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