And when I had done she remained silent, looking out over the river at our feet, which was now all crinkling with the sun’s bright network through the tracery of leaves.

“There is a danger to you,” I said, “which will not cease until this army has left the Red Priest dead amid the sacrilegious ashes of his own vile altar. My Indians have made a vow to leave no Erie, no blasphemous and perverted priest alive. Amochol, the Wyoming Witch, the Toad-Woman — all that accursed spawn of Frontenac must die.

“Major Parr is of the same opinion; Clinton sees the importance of this, having had the sense to learn of Amherst how to stop the Seneca demons with a stout hempen rope. Two Sachems he hung, and the whole nation cowed down in terror of him while his authority remained.