Chapter 104
My win-taywife poured me into bed, where I soundly slept away our wedding night. 21
I had three marvelous years with Cut Hand and six additional moons marred by the presence of Morning Mist. Even so, he was the one who set me on my life path, bringing me face-to-face with my true nature and introducing me to those who became “my people.”
Poor Butterfly was but a brief sonata. I have often wondered at our future had fate not intervened to deprive me of her sweet presence and that of the child that would have been mine—though not of my blood.
Lone Eagle and I enjoyed one another for two tumultuous years. Our couplings—both of the body and the mind—were aggressive and explosive. In the end, I failed him as I failed Cut Hand. Alas, a woman’s womb was stronger than what I offered.