t happened； and if you tell it true； your hands will be clean。〃
There wasn't a man； on that meadow who wasn't weeping or trembling or faint with shame。 To tell of this day's work to their wives and children； their parents； their brothers and sisters； that seemed unbearable。 But if they didn't； these bloody hands would tell the story for them。 It was more than they could bear to think of。
But the Prophet wasn't through。 〃If some stranger es along； and you don't tell him the whole story before you sleep； then the blood will e back on your hands； and stay there until you do tell him。 That's how it will be for the rest of your lives every man and woman that you meet will have to hear the true story from your lips； or your hands will be filthy again。 And if you ever； for any reason； kill another human being； then your hands and face will drip with blood forever； even in the grave。〃
They nodded； they agreed。 It was justice； simple justice。 They couldn't give back the lives of those they killed； but they could make sure no lie was ever told about the way that they were killed。 No one could ever claim that Tippy…Canoe was a victory； or even a battle。 It was a massacre； and White men mitted it； and not one Red raised a hand in violence or defense。 No excuse； no softening； it would be known。
Only one thing remained the guilt of the man on the prancing stallion。
〃White Murderer Harrison！〃 called the Prophet。 〃e to me！〃
Harrison shook his head； tried to turn his horse； the reins slipped from his bloody hands； and the horse walked briskly down the hill。 All the White men watched him silently； hating him for how he lied to them； stirred them up； found the murder in their hearts and called it forth。 The horse brought him to the water's edge。 He looked downward at the one…eyed Red who had once sat under his table and begged for drops of whiskey from his cup。
〃Your curse is the same；〃 said the Prophet； 〃except that your story is much longer and uglier to tell。 And you won't wait for strangers to e along before you speak every day of your life you'll have to find someone who has never heard the story from your lips before； and tell it to him every day！ or your hands will drip with blood。 And if you decide to hide； and live with blood…soaked hands rather than find new people to tell； you'll feel the pain of my people's wounds； one new wound each day； until you tell the story again； once for every day you missed。 Don't try to kill yourself； either you can't do it。 You'll wander from one end of this White man's land to the other。 People will see you ing and hide； dreading the sound of your voice； you'll beg them to stop and listen to you。 They'll even forget your old name； and call you by the name you earned today。 Tippy…Canoe。 That's your new name； White Murderer Harrison。 Your true name； till you die a natural death as an old； old man。〃
Harrison bent onto the mane of the horse and wept into his bloody hands。 But his were tears of fury； not grief or shame。 Tears of rage that all his plans had gone awry。 He would kill the Prophet even now； if he could。 He would search far and wide for some witch or wizard who could break this curse。 He couldn't bear to let this miserable one…eyed Red defeat him。
Measure spoke to the Prophet from the shore。 〃Where will you go now； Tenskwa…Tawa？〃
〃West；〃 said Tenskwa…Tawa。 〃My people； all who still believe in me； we'll go west of the Mizzipy。 When you tell your story； tell White men this that west of the Mizzipy is Red man's land。 Don't e there。 The land can't bear the touch of a White man's foot。 You breathe out death； your touch is poison； your words are lies； the living land won't have you。〃
He turned his back； walked to the Reds waiting for him on the other shore； and helped an injured child walk up the far slope into the trees。 Behind him； the water of the Tippy…Canoe began to flow again。
Miller walked down the slope to where his son stood on the bank of the creek。 〃Measure；〃 he said； 〃Measure； Measure。〃
Measure turned and reached out his hands to embrace his father。 〃Alvin's alive； Father； far to the east of us。 He's with Ta…Kumsaw； and he〃
But Miller hushed him； held his son's hands out。 They dripped blood； just like Miller's own。 Miller shook his head。 〃It's my fault；〃 he said。 〃All my fault。〃
〃Not all； Father；〃 said Measure。 〃There's fault enough for everyone to share。〃
〃But not for you； Son。 That's my shame on your hands。〃
〃Well； then； maybe you'll feel it less； for having two of us to carry it。〃 Measure reached out and took his father by the shoulders； held him close。 〃We've seen the worst that men can do； Pa； and been the worst that men can be。 But that don't mean that someday we won't see the best； too。 And if we can never be perfect after this； well； we can still be pretty good； can't we？〃
Maybe； thought Miller。 But he doubted it。 Or maybe he just doubted that he'd ever believe it； even if it were true。 He'd never look into his own heart again and like what he found there。
They waited there on the riverbank for Miller's other sons。 They came with bloody hands David； Calm； Wastenot； Wantnot。 David held his hands in front of him and wept。 〃I wish that I had died with Vigor in the Hatrack River！〃
〃No you don't；〃 said Calm。
〃I'd be dead； but I'd be clean。〃
The twins said nothing； but held each other's cold and slimy hands。
〃We need to go home；〃 said Measure。
〃No；〃 said Miller。
〃They'll be worried；〃 said Measure。 〃Ma； the girls； Cally。〃
Miller remembered his parting from Faith。 〃She said that if I if this〃
〃I know how Ma talks； but I also know your children need their pa； and she won't keep you out。〃
〃I'll have to tell her。 What we did。〃
〃Yes； and the girls and Cally； too。 We each have to tell them； and Calm and David have their wives to tell。 Best do it now； and clean our hands； and get on with our lives。 All of us at once； all of us together。 And I have a story to tell you； too； about me and Alvin。 When we've done with this tale； I'll tell mine； is that good？ Will you stay for that？〃
Armor met them at the Wobbish。 The ferry was already on the other side； still unloading； and other men had took all the boats they used for crossing last night。 So they stood and waited。
Measure stripped off his bloody coat and trousers； but Armor wouldn't put them on。 Armor didn't make no accusations； but none of the others would look at their brother…in…law。 Measure took him aside and told him about the curse while the ferry was slowly drawn back across the river。 Armor listened； then walked to Miller； whose back was to him； looking at the far shore。
〃Father；〃 said Armor…of…God。
〃You were right； Armor；〃 said Miller； still not looking at him。 He held up his hands。 〃Here it is； the proof that you were right。〃
〃Measure tells me that I have to hear the story once from all of you；〃 said Armor； turning to include them all in his speech。 〃But then you'll never hear another word of it from me。 I'm still your son and brother； if you'll have me； my wife is your daughter and your sister； and you're the only kin I have out here。〃
〃To your shame；〃 whispered David。
〃Don't punish me because my hands are clean；〃 said Armor。
Calm held out a bloody hand。 Armor took it without hesitation； shook firmly； then let go。
〃Look at that；〃 said Calm。 〃You touch us； it es off on you。〃
In answer； Armor held out that same stained hand to Miller。 After a while； Miller took it。 The handshake lasted till the ferry came。 Then they headed on home。
Chapter 15 Two…Soul Man
Taleswapper woke at dawn； instantly aware that something was wrong。 It was Ta…Kumsaw； sitting on the grass； his face toward the west； rocking back and forth and breathing heavily； as if he was enduring a dull and heavy ache。 Was he ill？
No。 Alvin had failed。 The slaughter had begun。 Ta…Kumsaw's pain was not from his own body。 It was Ta…Kumsaw's people dying； somewhere afar off； and what he felt was not grief or pity； it was the pain of their deaths。 Even for a Red man as gifted as Ta…Kumsaw； to feel death from so far away meant that many； many souls had gone on to the