A pale moon hung in the sky. An abundance of stars spread across the sky, making the setting look magical. A vast herd of horses appeared as shadowed shapes just beyond the myriad of teepees.
I thought of all the times I’d studied Native American history. But I’d never imagined I’d be immersed in it firsthand.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Roman said softly, leaning close enough that our shoulders brushed against one another.
I glanced down at the basket of food placed before me.
“I’m not sure. Everyone is so quiet. I’m afraid I’m feeling a bit uneasy,” I whispered.
“Just follow me. Do what I do,” he whispered back. He reached for his flat basket, plucked a steaming morsel of deer, and popped it in his mouth.
I did the same. Then, I shoveled in a few more bites.
The simple food tasted delicious, save that my stomach, reflecting my unease, cramped around each bite. I wished someone would say something or do something to indicate that this was indeed a celebration, not a somber, stiff affair.
Grey Feather appeared to take his time eating but kept his gaze pinned on Marcellious.
“Eat,” he finally said in Sioux.
Marcellious jerked like he’d been struck by a stone. His hand shook as he picked at the deer meat in his basket.
What is going on with him?
Watching him only increased my anxiety.
“Olivia.”
I turned toward Earth Bear, who stared at me expectantly. “Yes?”
“I would like to ask you some questions. Would you rather I speak in English or my native tongue?” he smiled warmly at me, making his weathered face crease in wrinkles.
I glanced at the other tribal members, who eyed me with curiosity. “English, please.”
Earth Bear nodded. “As you wish. My father and I learned English from the white man, but please excuse me if I falter.”
“Of course. I don’t really speak your language at all. I only understand it, so clearly, you’re at an advantage.”
I returned the smile, starting to relax for the first time since I entered the feasting area.
Earth Bear’s smile transformed into a grin. “Then, let us proceed. How long have you been here?”
I froze, unsure whether he wanted to know how long I’d been in this century or if this was the kind of question you’d ask innocuously at a dinner party.
Roman touched my hand in reassurance. “It’s alright, Olivia. You can speak freely. Grey Feather and Earth Bear know we are time travelers.”
I scanned the group.
“We haven’t been here—in this time and place—for long. Less than a moon cycle,” I said, figuring they didn’t use terms like “month.”
“And where were you before?” Earth Bear leaned forward slightly.
“We came from ancient Rome.”
“Fascinating,” Earth Bear said, shaking his head.
I glanced at Marcellious.
He appeared miserable, hunched over his meal.
