When he proposed she said yes, and then, “I am marrying an enemy.” “Enemy? How am I your enemy?” “Do you not know that the Mi’kmaq came here and fought my people? Before the whitemen?” “I did not know this. Was it a battle?” “A battle? It was a war. Mi’kmaw warriors took the whole New England coast. For a little time.” “And now this Mi’kmaw wins again.” He flashed a guess that likely there had been a little infusion of Mi’kmaw into the Wôpanâak in that long-ago time.
