St.Luc is a brave man, a great orator, and his words will fall, golden and sweet like honey, on the ears of the fifty chiefs.

He will say that Champlain and Frontenac belonged to an ancient day, that the forests have turned green and then turned red a hundred and fifty times since Champlain and sixty times since Frontenac.

He will say that what they did was due to a false wind that blew between the French and the Hodenosaunee, hiding the truth, and making friends see in the faces of friends the faces of enemies.

He will say that a true wind blows now, and that it has blown away all the falsehoods.

He will say that Onontio is a better friend than Corlear to the Hodenosaunee, and far more powerful." The veteran Mohawk chief looked at young Lennox, and again his gaze was one of approval, also of comprehension.
"My young white friend is already a great warrior," he said.