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  Praise for Shadowbrook

  “Sweeping … masterful…. Swerling tells of two men who straddle the white and red man’s worlds, desperate to preserve the best of each culture, but fearful they will lose everything they love…. Readers … will be captivated by Swerling’s intricate plot, colorful characters and convincing descriptions of colonial life.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “This spellbinding historical adventure highlights an often overlooked episode on the road to American independence.”

  —Booklist

  “Vividly drawn characters…. A fine and warm-blooded book that offers more than a glimpse into a vital but nearly forgotten period in our history.”

  —San Jose Mercury News

  Also by Beverly Swerling

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Swerling, Beverly.

  Shadowbrook: a novel of love, war, and the birth of America/Beverly Swerling.

  p. cm.

  1. United States—History—French and Indian War, 1755-1763—Fiction. 2. Indians of North America—Wars—1750-1815—Fiction. 3. Ohio—History—To 1787—Fiction. I. Title.

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  ISBN 0-7432-2812-X

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  These Things Are True …

  ABOUT EUROPEANS

  Britain and France spent the first half of the eighteenth century fighting over empire. This story takes place during the decisive battle in that long conflict. In North America it was known as the French and Indian War, in Europe the Seven Years’ War. It was a death struggle fought in a New World, the glory and extent of which the opponents did not imagine, and home to a rich and remarkable culture they did not understand.

  ABOUT NATIVE AMERICANS

  From the moment the Europeans discovered their paradise it was doomed, but the indigenous peoples—the Real People, as they called themselves—put up an immense struggle to hold back the tide. I have tried to be true to their history and customs, but this is a story and I am a storyteller. When I couldn’t find details of a ceremony or a ritual, I made them up. My one rule was that I always extrapolated from what my research uncovered; teasing out the weave, never creating from whole cloth. Moreover, I never added or embroidered something that was by its nature pejorative. The bad stuff—or what seems so to us when judged by the standards of our culture and our time—is all there in the record.

  ABOUT WORDS

  The linguists tell us that in the eighteenth century there were some hundred thousand languages and that now there are six thousand. Moreover, among all languages past and present, only two hundred or so have ever been written down. Native Americans had a complex and sophisticated system of pictographs, but essentially theirs was an oral tradition. Its strengths and its depth were wondrous, but much of it is lost. I worked with both Iroquoian and Algonkian dictionaries (all created in modern times to try and stanch the mortal wound) and have tried to give the flavor of the speech with some authenticity. I have, however, avoided the complicated accent marks that have been developed as pronunciation guides. They are beyond the scope of this tale and my ability. So too the grammar. I apologize for the inevitable mistakes.

  ABOUT RELIGION

  I know I have not been able to explain in proper depth or complexity the belief system of Native Americans. What the story contains is as true as my research allows; it is no doubt a vast distance from all truth. The rest, since it is part of my own Judeo-Christian heritage, is familiar territory. Here it is only necessary to say that Catholic theology is a long, ever-flowing river. What you see of the water depends on where you happen to be on the shore. The attitudes, customs, and practices, even some of the core beliefs described in this story, are accurate for the Church of that time and the religious orders as they were then. It is in many cases not the same now.

  This Too Is True …

  ABOUT US ALL

  Love in all its many splendors has not changed in any fundamental way. Two hundred and fifty years ago it was as it is now—enough to move the world.

  Contents

  IMPORTANT CHARACTERS IN THE STORY

  MAP

  BOOK 1

  Shadowbrook ·1754

  BOOK 2

  The World That Came from the Belly of the Fish · 1754-1756

  BOOK 3

  The New World and the Old · 1757

  BOOK 4

  Québec · 1758-1759

  BOOK 5

  The Covenant · 1759-1760

  Epilogue: The World of Tears · 1763-1769

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Important Characters in the Story

  The People of Shadowbrook, also known as the Hale Patent

  AT THE BIG HOUSE

  Quentin Hale: Also called Uko Nyakwai, the Red Bear, and very occasionally by his secret Potawatomi manhood name of Kwashko, Jumps Over Fire

  John Hale: Quentin’s elder brother

  Ephraim Hale: Father of John and Quentin

  Lorene Devrey Hale: Ephraim’s wife, mother of John and Quentin

  Nicole Marie Francine Winifred Anne Crane: A young woman of French and English ancestry, traveling through the American colonies on her way to Québec

  Kitchen Hannah: The Big House cook

  Corn Broom Hannah: A Big House maid

  Six-Finger Sam: A general handyman

  Clemency the Washerwoman: The laundress, and among the Patent slaves, the keeper of the oral history

  Jeremiah: In charge of the stables

  Little George: Jeremiah’s assistant

  Runsabout: A Big House maid and mother of the twins, Lilac and Sugar Willie

  Taba: A young Ibo girl bought at the New York slave market in 1754

  AT THE SUGARHOUSE

  Moses Frankel: The chief miller, in charge of the grinding of wheat into flour and corn [Indian] meal as well as the production of rum and ale

  Sarah Frankel: The wife of Moses

  Ellie Frankel Bleecker: Their daughter, a widow

  Tim Frankel: Son of Moses and Sarah; never married

  Deliciousness May: The mother of Runsabout and a Hale slave assigned to the Frankels

  Big Jacob: Husband of Deliciousness and father of Runsabout; a Hale slave assigned to the sugarhouse and gristmill. He is also the horse trainer of the Patent.

  Lilac and Sugar Willie: Slave twins, children of Runsabout, but assigned to the sugarhouse. They are four years old when Quent returns to Shadowbrook in 1754.

  T THE SAWMILL

  Ely Davidson: The sawyer />
  Matilda Kip Davidson: Ely’s daughter-in-law

  Hank Davidson: Ely’s son

  Josiah, Sampson, and Westerly: Brothers aged fourteen, twelve, and eleven; Hale slaves assigned to the sawmill

  Solomon the Barrel Maker: A cooper, and a Hale slave born on the Patent

  Sally Robin: The beekeeper and supplier of honey and various unguents and medicines used on the Patent; Solomon’s woman since she was purchased at the New York Slave Market in 1720

  AT DO GOOD—THE INDIAN TRADING POST OF THE PATENT, MANAGED AND STAFFED ENTIRELY BY MEMBERS OF THE SOCIETY OF FRIENDS, ALSO KNOWN AS QUAKERS

  Esther Snowberry

  Martin Snowberry: Esther’s husband

  Judith Snowberry: Their daughter; later Judith Snowberry Foster

  Prudence: Their slave

  Edward Taylor: Treasurer of the community

  Hepsibah Jane Foster: Daughter of Judith

  Daniel Willis: A Friend from Rhode Island who has come to bring an antislavery message given him by the Light Within

  The People of the Town of Albany in New York Province

  John Lydius: A trader and sometimes arms dealer

  Genevieve Lydius: John’s wife, a métisse who is half Piankashaw Indian and half French

  Peter Groesbeck: Landlord of the Albany tavern at the Sign of the Nag’s Head

  Annie Crotchett: A prostitute who plies her trade at the Sign of the Nag’s Head

  Hamish Stewart: A one-eyed Scot, a Jacobite Stewart of Appin, and survivor of the infamous battle of Culloden Moor.

  Assorted randy barmaids, crafty millers, entrepreneurial widows, drunken tars, layabouts and ne’er-do-wells; along with the many God-fearing huisvrouwen and burghers left from the days of Dutch rule.

  The People of the Potawatomi Village of Singing Snow

  Cormac Shea: A métis, son of a Potawatomi squaw and an Irish fur trader

  Ixtu: The village Teller

  Bishkek: The manhood father of the métis Cormac Shea, and of Quentin Hale

  Kekomoson: The civil sachem of Singing Snow at the time of the story

  Sohantes: The wife of Kekomoson

  Shabnokis: A squaw priest of the powerful Midewiwin Society

  Lashi: Bishkek’s youngest daughter

  Pondise: Her son

  The People of Québec in New France

  THE FRANCISCANS

  Père Antoine Pierre de Rubin Montaigne, O.F.M.: Father Delegate of the Franciscans in New France

  Mère Marie Rose, P.C.C.: Abbess of the Poor Clare Colettines of Québec

  Soeur Marie Celeste, P.C.C.

  Soeur Marie Françoise, P.C.C.

  Soeur Marie Joseph, P.C.C.

  Soeur Marie Angelique, P.C.C.

  THE JESUITS

  Monsieur Louis Roget, S.J.: Provincial Superior of the Jesuits of New France

  Mansieur Philippe Faucon, S.J.: A Jesuit priest and an artist who documents the Canadian flora, called Magic Shadows by the Huron

  Monsieur Xavier Walton, S.J.: An Englishman and a Jesuit, also a surgeon

  THE CIVILIAN GOVERNMENT

  François Bigot: Intendant of Canada, the steward and paymaster of the entire province

  Pierre François Rigaud, marquis de Vaudreuil: Governor-General of Canada after June, 1755

  AT PORT MOUTON IN L’ACADIE (NOVA SCOTIA)

  Marni Benoit

  Military Figures

  Joseph Coulon de Villiers de Jumonville: A French officer; his death heralded the beginning of the Seven Years’ War.

  Tanaghrisson, the Half King: Born a Catawba, raised a Seneca; at the time of the story spokesman for the Iroquois Confederacy in the Ohio Country

  George Washington: A colonel in the Virginia Militia. Twenty-two years old when the story opens in 1754

  Pontiac: An Ottawa war sachem

  Shingas: A war sachem of the Lenape, also known as the Delaware

  Scarouady: Spokesperson for the Iroquois Confederation in the Ohio Country after the death of Tanaghrisson

  Thoyanoguin, also known as King Hendrick: A war sachem of the Mohawk, also known as the Kahniankehaka. Members of the Iroquois Confederacy, they were called the Guardians of the Eastern Door.

  Major General William Johnson, of the New York Militia (Yorkers): An Indian trader born in Ireland, in America since 1738 and married first to a German indentured servant, later to a Kahniankehaka squaw; adopted as a chief of that tribe

  Major General Edward Braddock: Commander of His Majesty’s forces in America at the beginning of the Seven Years’ War

  Général Jean Armand, baron de Dieskau: Commander of the French and Canadian forces at the beginning of the Seven Years’ War

  Général Louis Joseph, marquis de Montcalm-Gozon de Saint-Véran: Successor to Dieskau

  General John Campbell, earl of Loudoun: Successor to Braddock

  Major General Jeffrey Amherst: Successor to Loudoun

  James Wolfe: A British colonel at the Battle of Louisbourg in 1758; a British Major General at the Battle of Québec in 1759

  Book 1

  Shadowbrook

  Chapter One

  WEDNESDAY, MAY 27, 1754

  QUÉBEC, NEW FRANCE

  MISERERE MEI, DEUS … Have mercy on me, Lord, according to the greatness of Your mercy.

  The five women had no mercy on themselves.

  They beat their backs with knotted cords. Each wore a black veil, pulled forward so it shadowed her face, and a thin gray robe called a night habit.

  The blows rose and fell, hitting first one shoulder then the other, and every third stroke, the most sensitive skin on the back of the neck. Occasionally a small gasp escaped one of the women, barely audible above the singsong Latin chant. De profundis clamavi ad te, Dominum … Out of the depths I cry to You, O Lord. Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Lord, hear my voice.

  The narrow rectangular space was lit by twelve tall white candles. The white-washed stone walls reflected the elongated shadows of the women, who knelt one behind the other on the bare stone floor. Occasionally, when the woman in front of her managed to find a new burst of strength, a spurt of blood would spatter the one behind.

  The knotted cords were carefully crafted, fashioned to a centuries-old design. The length must be from shoulder to thumb of the woman who would use it, the rope sturdy and two fingers thick. The seven knots were spaced evenly from end to end. It was called the discipline and was given to each nun on the day she made her vows as a follower of St. Francis, a Poor Clare of the Strict Observance of St. Colette.

  Quoniam non est in morte qui memor sit tui … It is not in death that You are remembered, Lord. In inferno autem quis confitebitur tibi … In the eternal fire who will recall You?

  An iron grille in the front of the cloister chapel enclosed the holy of holies, the small ornate tabernacle containing the wafers that had been consecrated in Holy Mass and were now the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ. The grille was covered by heavy curtains so those on the other side in the visitors’ chapel could not see the strictly enclosed daughters of St. Clare.

  In the middle of that Wednesday night only one person was present in the public section of the chapel, a man who knelt upright with his arms outstretched in the position of his crucified Lord. He could hear the soft, sighing sounds of the knotted ropes punishing soft female flesh. His shoulders twitched occasionally in response.

  Antoine Pierre de Rubin Montaigne of the Friars Minor was also a follower of St. Francis, a priest of what the Church called the Seraphic Order, men who had originally vowed to own nothing and beg for their daily bread. The rule had been modified over the five centuries since Blessed Francis preached the glories of Lady Poverty, but its priests retained the humble title “Father.” Rubin Montaigne was Père Antoine to all, most especially the women on the other side of the altar screen.

  In the nuns’ chapel the pace of the scourging had become more urgent by the time of the great cry of the Miserere: Have pity on me, Lord, for I perish. The cords flicked through t
he air too quickly to be seen, white blurs in the candlelit gloom.

  Père Antoine, Delegate of the Franciscan Minister General in Rome, the ultimate authority for members of the order in New France, had decreed that in addition to the traditional scourging that took place every Friday before dawn, the Poor Clares of Québec would take the discipline every Monday and Wednesday after the midnight office of Matins. They would offer this special penance until the territory the British called the Ohio Country, but which had long been claimed in the name of Louis XV, was made secure, truly part of New France. When Holy Mother Church moved south to convert the native tribes, these nuns and their scars would be the jewels in her crown.

  Turn Your face from my sins and all my iniquities shall be forgotten …

  None wielded the discipline with greater vigor than Mère Marie Rose, Abbess. The shoulders of her night habit were stiff with the caked blood of past scourgings. When they buried her the garment would serve as her shroud, and she had already issued instructions that it should not be laundered. She would go to her grave with the evidence of her fervor.

  Iniquitatem meum ergo cognosco … My sins are known to You.

  For my sins, for the sins of my daughters, for the glory of God. The words filled the abbess’s mind, blended with the pain, the chant uniting the two, pulsing in her blood. Miserere … Have mercy, Lord. On the king. On this New France. On our brave soldiers.

  The shoulder muscles of Père Antoine were on fire. His arms felt like lead weights, but he did not allow them to drop. The pain was a kind of ecstasy and he exulted in it. For the Church. For the Order. For the conquest of the land below the pays d’en haut and the defeat of the heretic English.