Neither rank nor beauty must interpose to prevent the punishment.

Nay, sometimes the power of innocence and virtue itself is not sufficient to guard the Dahcotah maiden from disgrace.
And was Wenona unworthy?
The white snow that covered the hills was not more pure than she.

But Red Cloud cared not for that.

She had refused to be the light of his wigwam, and thus was he avenged.
Wenona advanced with the maidens of the village.

Who can describe her terror and dismay when Red Cloud advances and leads her from the sacred ring?
To whom shall the maiden turn for help?
To her brother?
his angry countenance speaks not of comfort.