ournal Sorce ress 246- 272
... He was reeling, his steps weaving, his face pallid, sweating, the skin tinged blue all around the mouth. He might swoon at any minute. Such weakness would render him valueless, and his life would be forfeit. I sank down, my back against a tree, and swore that I could go no farther. Even thought I knew I well might die for it, I had to call a halt. (page 248.)
This is a typical quotation that shows how much Mary caries about her son, and also many other people. Instead of letting Ephraim die and save her own life, (like many others would have done) she´s risking her life for the justices.
I think this is a good quality that she had, and this wasn´t the first time she showed it in the book.
War kept us busy, but Satehhoroniesand and I treaded all alike: sick, wounded, warrior or prisoner, it made no difference. Our lodge became famous. Not just among the Haudenosaunee, the People of the Long House, but among other nations... They came to learn, from us and from each other. (page 266.)
For the first time in the book Mary had the chance to choose herself what to do with her life. Now she could accomplish what she was born to do, without been called witch or be forced to flee because of her gift.
Here does the book end, and Mary went on as a powwaw in the village to the day she died.
Skrivet av petralundin, 2006-04-10 21:49