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So far: River's parents return that evening, only to discover what
happened this morning. Dale is adamant that he will kill the molester,
even if it means going back to jail again. River, however, is dejected
and mopish as the river continues to ignore her.
River and Wayne were silent as they drove back into the park from the
town. After they crossed the little covered bridge, River sobbed twice,
and then broke out into tears. Wayne quickly pulled over, and then slid
along the bench seat to envelop the young girl in his strong arms. She
leaned into him, but was unable to do anything but sob for several
minutes.
"It is gone," she finally said amidst her sobs. "I have felt the river
ever since I first rolled across that bridge, but there is nothing now.
It is completely gone."
Wayne wanted to respond, but everything he could think to say seemed
wrong. So instead he took the common route of the First Nations' man,
and remained silent. Finally River seemed to sob herself out.
"I'm okay," she said. "No I'm not, but there isn't anything we can do
about it. Drive us back to the campsite. I have to check on the boys.
Edith is looking after them, along with Jerome, the wolf."
Back at the camp, they found more people than expected. Not only were
Edith and the smaller wolf there, but also River's parents. Dale looked
as though he was ready to go ballistic.
"Where is that bastard?" he roared as Wayne and River got out of the
truck. "I'll kill that bast ..."
"Now Dale," Alison said, hoping to calm down the husband she had just
gotten out of one jail. "Let's listen to River."
"Thanks Mom. Dad, I know you are upset, but the river has already cured
Henri, who is now Henrietta. The river changed him into a woman, and not
in a good way. It also took all the evil out of her soul."
They explained what had happened, and River thanked Edith for watching
the boys through the day, although she said that Jerome had done the
most to calm them. The smaller wolf was now joined by Night, and now
each boy was hugging a wolf. Then River stopped talking, and turned to
the river.
"Come."
She turned back to the others with a look of ecstatic glee on her face.
"It is the river," she nearly sang, "It wants me back. It just called
me. It wants me back." And with that she sped off towards the river,
running at top speed.
The others all followed more slowly, and when they arrived at the river
they found River in mid-river, up to nearly her neck, with a huge grin
splitting her face from ear to ear.
"The river is clean now," she shouted to her family and the two First
Nations members. "It couldn't speak to me when the evil from Henri was
still in it. The ... stuff ... that came from him was too strong. The
river balled it up into a small package, and then floated it down to the
lake. But the lake wouldn't take it, and refused to take any water from
the river for a while. That meant that the river flooded a bit at the
marina. Before long it looked like a real mess, but the river convinced
the lake to take water from the sides, and only hold back the part in
the middle which let the water level drop."
With that River dropped down to the river bed, popping her head up a few
minutes later with more of the story: "The river finally convinced the
lake to take the yuck, and a few minutes ago the river was cleaned. The
yuck has moved out into the lake, and will sink to the darkest and
deepest place, where it will remain forever, locked up in the ball that
the river created. And now the river is talking to me again," she said,
rather redundantly.
She looked at the riverbank, and noticed the pale, blank look on her
brother's face as he sat there, hugging Night. Paul looked almost as
morose, feeling the pain of his best friend.
"Boys," River cried out, "come out into the river."
The two stood slowly, and were nudged by the wolves into the water. As
usual, it was bitterly cold for a second, and then warmed for them, as
River walked up and hugged them in waist high water. She told them to
sit on their knees and let the water come up to their necks. Then she
waded upstream a few dozen yards, and called her parents to come in at
that point.
Alison and Dale entered the water, and waded out to River, who was again
near the middle. "Just let the river cleanse you, as it is cleansing the
boys. She left them, with Alison in water up to her breasts, and the
taller Dale up to his stomach.
"Come"
River didn't hear that comment from the river, but Edith did. "She waded
into the river and waded out to River who had moved to a spot between
the boys and her parents, with tears of joy streaming down her face.
"The river spoke to me," she sobbed happily. "It said that it has been
long enough, and it forgives me. You are still the rivertalker, but it
will speak to me. It talks to me again. I had forgotten how wonderful it
feels," she said, hugging River.
About fifteen minutes later River heard giggling from the boys. When she
looked at them, she saw Mark point at their parents, who were closely
entwined together, kissing furiously with no concern about the others.
"Come on," River shouted, and all six waded to the shore, where Wayne
and the wolves had waited.
"You didn't come in," River told him.
"Well, it didn't call me. The river tends to prefer females, and I
really didn't want to take a chance that it might decide I look better
in a dress." River giggled.
All six were completely dry when they left the cold water. Mark turned
back to the water, and said quietly. "Thank you, river." Then he turned
to his sister and said: "It doesn't hurt any more. It is still there,
but it is like it happened a million years ago. I can be happy again."
River looked closely at her brother. Something was wrong. No. Different.
Suddenly she realized that he was about an inch and a half taller, and
maybe 15 pounds heavier. He looked more like an 11-year-old than a 10-
year-old. It wasn't so noticeable because Paul had matured the same
amount.
Then River looked closely at her parents, and got a huge surprise. Her
Dad's beer belly was gone, and his hairline seemed lower on his
forehead. He looked 10 years younger, 32 instead of 42. And Alison also
was changed, now looking too young to be River's mother. She was slimmer
and her breasts seemed bigger and higher on her chest. Finally, Edith
was the most changed. She looked 20 years younger, now under 65.
"The river has given you all gifts," River said. "The boys are bigger,
if not older. And you other three look younger."
"More than just younger," Dale said. "Not only is all the hate I was
feeling gone, it has been replaced by love. Love for your Mom. It feels
like when we were first dating, except without all the first-date/new
romance tensions."
"Yes, River. Can you spend the night with the girls at the JR camp? Your
tent is a little too close to ours," Alison said with a lecherous grin.
River caught on right away, although the boys didn't. As she walked them
back to the campsite, River told them that if they heard noises from the
big tent, they should ignore them, as their parents would be 'kissing'."
"You mean having sex?" Mark laughed, and darted out of the way as River
took a mock swing at his head. River was just glad to hear him laughing
and joking again.
The next morning River was in the water again before dawn. Was it really
only one day she had missed? Less, actually, since she had been at the
river yesterday morning when the predator struck. She wandered back to
the campsite an hour after dawn, but still long before others were
awake. She started the camp stove, and soon had bacon, eggs and toast
for her parents, who crawled out of their tents with silly smiles and
glowing faces.
"You made breakfast for us," Alison said. River smiled at her mom, who
now looked more like an older sister. "Thanks to your river, none of my
other clothes fit. Jeans too big, bra too small," she said with a smile.
"I'm sure the river would be happy to take you back to the way you
were," River said, as she plated a huge meal for her svelte Dad.
"No way," Alison said, rubbing Dale's new six pack. "And you definitely
are not getting this guy back into the water. I've never felt so alive
and young."
"Not since the first time we were this young," Dale said. "Your river is
a magical thing, honey. And it has completely reignited our love for
each other. I'm now out of work, and I should feel depressed. But I have
a beautiful wife, a beautiful daughter, a beautiful son, and a beautiful
life."
"I'm not beautiful," Mark said as he and Paul stuck their heads out of
their tent. The boys had their old jeans on, which the river had
altered. But their t-shirts, which they changed daily, were far too
tight for their larger bodies.
"You are beautiful to me," Alison said, noticing the ill-fitting
clothes. "And it looks like a trip to the store is necessary ... or
perhaps a trip to Sault and the malls. We need more than just a few
things from the local store."
"Can it wait till Saturday?" River asked. "I have to work today and
tomorrow. I've already lost one day this week."
"Can we help again?" Mark asked as he ate his breakfast. Paul was
nodding in agreement. "It was fun cleaning the river."
"My son volunteering to work?" Dale queried with a laugh. "Will wonders
never cease?"
"You will have to talk to Wayne about that," River said. "He did promise
you the full week, so perhaps. But he might have other things that we
need to do."
It turned out that the girls and River were assigned to clear some more
of the river again, and the boys helped, working a long day, but having
another fun lunch hour playing with the otters. At the end of the day
the boys, who were now stronger, weren't as exhausted as they had been
on Tuesday, and Wayne was again impressed at how much they had gotten
done.
During the day Gina and Gail learned about the proposed shopping trip to
Sault on Saturday, and begged to go with them. Alison and Dale were in
agreement, and the girls phoned their parents for permission that
evening from the office, getting the okay to spend the weekend at the
camp, and at the mall. Saturday would be a busy day, with a four-plus
hour drive each way to get to the shopping center.
Harold Redbear, Edith Freedove and Wayne came to the Waters' campsite
that evening to speak to River. Apparently there were seven members of
the tribe who had not come to the ceremony on Monday. They were in
chronic geriatric care in the local hospital, and had been unable to get
released for the dawn ceremony. After some discussion, it was decided
that tomorrow morning River would get some water in several birchbark
canteens to take to the hospital. They would do a ceremonial washing of
the patients, and feed them some of the river waters.
The next morning the river told River that her idea of taking its waters
to the ill band members was a good one, and infused its healing powers
into the water that River gathered. The girls and boys started working
without River, who went with Wayne and the elders to the small 40-bed
hospital in town. The little hospital had a very liberal visiting hours
policy: pretty much all day long. The place didn't have much of an
operating theatre. The main activities were births, chronic care, and
emergency treatment, with serious patients taken by ambulance in Sault
once they were stabilized locally.
The four went immediately to the eight-bed ward where the First Nations
elders were housed. Edith had mentioned that four of the seven spoke
Ojibwe and three did not, so when River entered the room she said
"Welcome honoured elders" in Ojibwe and then English, with a big smile
on her face. Six of the elders brightened immediately at having
visitors, including young people. One old woman maintained a grumpy,
sour looking face.
Harold did not do a sweetgrass cleansing of the ward ... the hospital
had banned the practice. However River went from bed to bed to greet and
speak for a minute with each of the patients, telling them that, if they
liked, they would be bathed with waters from the river, and allowed to
drink river water. Most smiled at that and agreed, but the sourpuss, who
was the fifth one River spoke to ... in English, seemed less than
enthused.
"Who are you to do this," she said grumpily. "Your hair, your skin: you
are not one of the people. No outsider can cure us. No more than the
quack-quacks here at this place."
"The river accepted me, and speaks to me," River said cheerily. "I hope
that you might as well."
The old woman looked at her for a minute, and then the smallest smile
crept across her face. "I guess it can't hurt, can it," she said, and
her face wrinkled into a bit more of a smile. "Thank you for coming. Our
family members told us of the beautiful maiden who had performed the
ceremony on Monday. We are glad we have not been forgotten."
The bathing in the river water was not a full sponge bath, but the
faces, arms and legs of the elders were each bathed in turn by River,
and the elders shivered a bit as the water was applied. Somehow it had
stayed ice cold even five hours later. After River finished with the
last of the baths, Wayne poured river water into seven glasses, and
handed them to the elders as River sang in Ojibwe.
Her song was one of the olden times, in the days of furs and plentiful
hunting, when the people lived in lodges made of cedar and ruled the
land, as well as tending it. The Ojibwe speakers recognized the words,
but even the other three were entranced by the sounds ... the song was a
common one that mothers sang to their children in their infancy and
while the words were not known to those three, the sound took them back
to their youth and they all smiled deeply at the sounds.
Just then a little man of about 60 burst into the room, wearing medical
white clothes. He was small, balding and with a significant pot belly.
"Who is making such a racket in my hospital," he shouted. Harold shouted
"Drink up," and all the elders drank their glass of river water.
"What are they drinking?" the man shouted, nearly apoplexic. "This is a
hospital. You can't just feed my patients your medicine man potions."
"It is pure water from the river of the people," River said, having
finished her song. "It will cure them."
"River water? Filthy river water?" The man pointed at her in rage: "I'll
have you charged with practising medicine without a license. Get these
filthy Indians out of my hospital."
At that slur, River's face darkened. "We will leave peacefully. We are a
peaceful people. But we do not accept those who mistreat us, in action
or in word. You may find that all our people leave your hospital sooner
than you think."
With that Harold ushered her, and the rest, out of the hospital. The
four stood on the sidewalk outside.
"The river can cure them better than that old hospital," River said.
"What if we were to take them back to the reserve? Are there people
there that would take them in?"
"Those are the oldest of the elders," Edith explained. "All of them have
sons and daughters and grandchildren who would look after them. But
would they want to come?"
"We need to take them to the river," River said. "After it heals them as
best it can, they can decide if they want to come back, or to take their
earned place of honour with their families."
With that, the four headed back to the reserve, with Harold driving, and
River sitting on Wayne's lap.
Inside the hospital, the doctor was still raging. He had taken one of
the birchbark canteens and drained a bit of the water out of it to send
to the lab in the Sault for analysis. It looked clean, but no doubt was
full of toxins.
A younger man, about 30, came in and asked what was happening. The
doctor started to explain, and the younger man pulled him out into the
hallway and away from the patients. The doctor explained, and the
younger man became worried.
"Fred, please calm down," Desmond Kraud said. He was the administrator
of the hospital, and in the third year of what he hoped was a five-year
stay in the north, before starting to apply for more senior positions in
larger hospitals in southern Ontario. Working in a leadership role in a
northern hospital rather than as a flunky at a bigger place down south
was part of his plan to advance his career. Working with the
cantankerous old doctor Mitchell was one of the harder parts of his job.
"Fred, we have to treat these folk well," Desmond said. "They represent
nearly 20% of the occupancy at the hospital. Those 2500 bed days over a
year is what makes this a class D hospital. Without them we could be
dropped down to class E, or even closed." He didn't mention that his own
salary would be reduced by over $15,000 a year if the hospital rating
dropped.
"I don't like it," the crotchety old man said. "When I started here we
just treated the Indians at the back door of Emergency. They didn't even
come in for maternity, back then. Now they think they have all the
rights of a white person."
Desmond was shocked at the prejudice he was hearing from the medical
man, but didn't say anything to set him off more. Instead they walked
back to his small administrator office and opened a bottle of scotch he
had in a file cabinet. The two men helped themselves to a drink, and
then another, as they tried to calm themselves down.
After an hour and a half, Desmond put the bottle away, much lighter than
it had been. A receptionist burst into the office. "We are having a
meeting," Desmond barked. "No interruptions."
"I think you need to come," the girl said. "There are a lot of Indians
coming in. And they have wolves."
"Wolves?" the doctor shouted, riled up as badly as before. He tore off
to the "Indian Ward", with Desmond right behind.
The two men could not get into the ward at all. There had to be 40 of
the people there, with as many more milling about on the street. Dr.
Mitchell tried to push his way into the ward, only to be stopped by a
menacing growl of a large black wolf. He stepped back, but still
maintained his anger.
"You can't bring wild animals into a hospital," he shouted, adding
"Dirty Indians" under his breath.
"We will have the 'dirty Indians' out of here shortly," Rod said, as he
had heard the slur. "Just sit back and watch us."
"No, no, no," Desmond argued. "You can't just take them away. They have
to be discharged, and the doctor has to sign them out.
"And the doctor won't do that, will he?" River said, moving towards the
non-natives.
"Not without a full examination, and to see that they are healthy enough
to leave," Desmond said. "Maybe in a day or two, one or two of them will
be fit to leave."
"Our people do not stay where they are not wanted, when there are places
where they are wanted. And these elders look fitter now than they were
two hours ago when we came in. All of them are with members of their
families, who are taking them away from here," River explained.
"You can't do that," the doctor squealed. "That is kidnapping. I'll have
the police after you. And you are the ringleader, girlie." A drop of
spittle leaked out of his mouth.
Desmond had now finally gotten his head into the ward. The doctor was
still held back by Night's growls and bared teeth. He could see that all
his patients were with family members, and several of them had wolves
that the patients were kneeling to pet. Where had tame wolves come from,
he wondered? Then he looked at Night, and wondered just how tame they
were. The patients were a surprise though. All were walking, and all
looked better than they had at any time since they had arrived at the
hospital ... four years ago in one case. They certainly didn't look like
geriatric patients waiting to die. They were hugging and celebrating
with their loved ones.
One at the time they walked out of the hospital and were bundled into
pickups parked in front. The people waiting on the sidewalk let out a
cheer for each of them as they emerged, as if they had just been freed
from a long incarceration. Eventually they were all out, and River,
Wayne, Harold and Edith emerged last, with Dr. Mitchell nearly frothing
at the mouth in anger, and planning to call the Ontario Provincial
Police from Terrace Bay, a half hour down the highway.
The convoy of pickups headed back to the park, with First Nations
peoples packed into the backs, singing Ojibwe victory songs.
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