Page 48 of The Last Warrior

“Hau, yes.”

“And how do you seek to do it? You must have some idea?”

“A little, perhaps. But this is why I ask for guidance and power from my spiritual helper. Without this guidance I would be lost, for as you can well see, the traditional enemies of the Lakota no longer make war.”

“Yes, I can certainly understand what you are saying. And how has this spiritual helper aided you?”

“I cannot speak of it. To do so would be as to make it powerless.”

“Oh, I see. Well, then,” she said, “is there anything you can tell me about it?”

“I can only say this one thing: My spirit protector has given me a song.”

“A song?”

“It is a good gift, for it is a sacred song.”

“A sacred song to help you on your task. Well, I think I should like to hear it. That is, if I may?”

“Hau, though this song to help me belongs to the mountain lioness, she has given me permission to sing it freely.”

“Mountain lioness?”

“She is my spirit protector, and this is her song.”

With his free hand, Black Lion began to beat out a rhythm against the denim that covered his legs. Nodding to the rhythm, he sang:

“Haye-haye, hey, hey.

Haye-haye, hey, hey.

Come run with me.

Come feel the air rush quickly over your back

Haye-haye, hey, hey.

Come sit with me on this rock

In the sunshine.

Come feel the warmth of he who rises in the sky

Each day.

Haye-haye, hey, hey.

Come share the fresh meat I have brought you this day

Come sink your teeth into it and fill your stomach.

Haye-haye, hey, hey.

Come nestle close to me. Feel my warmth.

Come, my children. For you, I do all this. For you, I love.

Haye-haye, hey, hey.