The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 6 Page 72

For in my ears the Seven Chiefs are whispering — The Thunderers. And Tamanund must hear my speech and read my heart. And the long roll of our Mohican dead must be recited — here and alone by me — the only one who has that right since Uncas died and the Mohican priesthood ended, save for the Sagamores of the Magic Clan.

“Go, now, my brother. Go in peace.”