Tench Tilghman had come north, an emissary from the Continental Congress, to attend a parley with the Indians. General Schuyler and the Americans wished to obtain assurances of neutrality before a war with Britain broke out.
At the breathless top, they paused, panting, and admired the view. Tilghman experienced an unexpected rush of pleasure. The young woman's easy manner almost made him feel he was in male company--almost.
Tilghman didn't understand what this meant exactly, but he realized that what they witnessed, far from being a charming indiscretion, was the outcome of some long-laid Albanian dynastic plan. Nevertheless, it was yet another jarring moment, as stimulating as anything he'd felt during his recent visit to the Oneida camp.