I swim in his beard diving deep my breath giving out quickly in spite of all I know to do, all that he has taught me, my Merlin, he has schooled me in the things of the pot—the dragon’s blood and the mistletoe and the black willow—he has...
Late May, 1754: George Washington watches as one of his confederates, the Iroquois warrior Half-King, reaches down to the corpse of a freshly slain French ensign,