People Of The Weeping Eye (North America's Forgotten Past) - Plot & Excerpts
The night before, she had stood at the high gate atop the palace mound. Despite the light rain that fell, she could see a sea of campfires out beyond the palisade. That entire day had been a confusion of introductions. She had met the chiefs from this village and that, the clan leaders, two chiefs, and no less than five subchiefs of the Natchez. All of the Chahta lineages had sent either their leaders or distinguished representatives. Through it all, she had sat beside her mother just to the right of Biloxi’s panther-hide-covered tripod in the great hall. Behind her had been the huge wooden carving of Falcon, his wings spread, talons wide as if to grasp prey. The great bird’s mouth gaped, its tongue protruding the way it would in a terrifying scream. She had been dressed in her finery, as befitted the daughter of Sweet Smoke, matron of the Chief Clan, and the sister of Biloxi Mankiller, high minko of the Chahta. Through it all, she had acted with the modesty and decorum expected of so exalted a woman.
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