"Needle Grass Priest, Needle Grass Priest!"

Suddenly, there was a faint call in the yurt.

The priest hurriedly turned around and walked in again. "Chief, why are you awake again?"

"Something suddenly came to mind!" The old chief said, "I heard that the messenger of the turtledove tribe came again in the afternoon?" ”

"Yes."

"Why is he here again? I remember saying last time that I wasn't going to see him, and I hope he didn't come to see me, right? Did I say that? ”

"You said so, Chief."

"Why is he here again?"

"Uh......", the needle priest didn't know how to answer for a moment.

The old chief on the bed said to himself, "If I were young, perhaps I would have met him." If Oglala is the same Oglala, hehe, maybe I can meet him too. But, Needle Grass Priest, we ...... They are all old and can't stand the toss. ”

"Yes."

"Lingering, like my body, lingering is the only thing the Oglara tribe can do—by the way, what does the messenger say?"

The old chief's mind was already a little confused, so he often said two completely unrelated things in one sentence.

Fortunately, the needle priest has become a little used to it.

"He said—" said the priest hesitated, "he said that the red cloud was now in his hands, and that he hoped that the old chief would go up the mountain to meet him." ”

The old chief on the bed opened his mouth, stunned for a moment, and then turned sideways and coughed.

This time he coughed so violently that he seemed to be coughing up his lungs.

It took at least five minutes for him to get back into bed and sit down.

The needle priest waited silently and said nothing more.

"Needle Priest ......", after this fierce cough just now, the old chief on the hospital bed seemed to be in a better spirit, and said a long list of words in one breath.

"You and I have been fighting together since we were teenagers, from Lake Superior in the east to the Missouri River in the west. Together, we have witnessed the blooming of the Oglara tribe and watched it wither. You know me, do you think I should accept such a threat? ”

The priest kept his mouth tightly shut and said nothing.

Originally, he didn't want the old chief to know about this so quickly, at least, he felt that he should talk to the turtledove again.

But since the chief had asked, he had no choice but to speak.

"Priest of Needle Grass, do you think that if I die in the current Oglara tribe, who will take over?"

The old chieftain's mind jumped, and he suddenly asked this question, which startled the needle priest.

However, the old chief did not seem to be ready to listen to Chief Needlemao's answer, but shook his head and said to himself:

"Fire Thunder is a good boy, but he's too hard, and he's not prepared to make the slightest turn with a white man. If it had been a few decades ago, when everyone was still using long knives and bows and arrows, he would have been a peerless warrior. Alas...... It's a pity! ”

"Heavy snow, on the contrary of fire and thunder, he didn't know who he was bewitched of, and he thought that Fremont would really accept us—he was such a clever man, but he couldn't figure it out about such things. I'm not going to make him a chief anyway. ”

"Needle Grass Priest, what about you?" The old chief suddenly looked at the needle grass priest.

"I ...... Chief, I'...... I...... I'm afraid it won't work......," replied the priest hastily.

He used to be just a follow-up to the old chief.

At that time, the chieftain was not as old as he is now, and he could still wield a longbow and ride a fast horse. And at that time, the needle mao priest could polish the old chief's leather boots bright and shiny.

People laughed and nicknamed him "The Shoe Shine Priest"!

Originally, it was just a joke, but who would have thought that since the Oglara tribe crossed the Missouri River, the tribe's warriors have died one after another.

It turned out that the brave warriors were beaten into a honeycomb by the muskets.

The scheming priest was burned alive on the cross.

The veterans withered one after another, and the 'shoe-shine priest' also changed from a retinue responsible for mopping the house and sweeping the floor, to a real priest of the Oglara tribe for some reason.

Now, the old chief actually wants to confer the position of chief again, how can this needle priest not be afraid?

So he hurriedly knelt down and shook his head again and again.

"No, Chief. I'm sure I can't...... Definitely not ......"

"yes, you can't either!" The old chief on the bed sighed and said, "The old man who fought with me when I was young is now the only one left. Originally, it was reluctant to let you be this priest, let alone let you serve as the chief of the tribe. Priest of needle grass, you tell me, if I am gone, to whom shall I give this tribe to? ”

The priest bowed his head and did not dare to speak.

"It's easy to be this chief!" The old chief said: "When I was young, I only felt that these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains could let me gallop; The sea and the sky are vast, and there is always a place for my Sioux. But now it seems that there is a dead end on all sides...... I don't think I'm incompetent, but the Oglala tribe really fell to me. Priest of needle grass, I am not reconciled! ”

The priest saw a little red sputum on the boot that the chief had placed under the bed, and he endured it again and again, and finally he could not help but quietly reach out and wipe him away.

"I'm not afraid of death, although Hongyun always says, I'm old, I don't have ambition anymore, I'm weak and incompetent, I can only listen, he's young and ignorant! He doesn't know yet, if I die, he will be with you, one will count as one, and he will still help him count the money even if he is sold by that Fremont! ”

The priest replied with an "um", indicating that he was still listening.

"And the Council of the Seven Flames, which you all take for granted. Alas, how do you know that without the Seven-Colored Flame Council, what is the difference between our Sioux Alliance and the Iroquois Alliance, which has long since perished? A group of loose tribes, if they are not united, will sooner or later be broken by each other...... Alas! Ever since I couldn't wave the whip in my hand, no one listened to me! ”

The old chief sighed and stared blankly at the felt top above his head.

His chest rose and fell violently, and several coughs reached his throat, but he choked back alive.

"Priest of the needle, when I was young, I used the sharpest sword, rode the fastest horse, I never humiliated my enemies, and now I am old...... But in my heart, I still want to be a warrior! ”

"Let that messenger go back, Oglala, don't kill it! We have not yet fallen to the point where we have to humiliate a messenger to get angry! ”

"Bring my knife to the messenger and tell Turtledove that if you want to kill Red Cloud, I'll lend him a knife!"