Father Jerome: Our only hope is that - some believe that baptism will cure their fever. If they ask for baptism, we must have a great public ceremony at once.
Father Laforgue: Fr. Jerome, shouldn't we - I mean, mustn't they understand our faith before accepting it?
Father Jerome: Understand? But they are in danger of death, and we are offering them a place in Paradise.
Annuka: Is the Blackrobe a demon? He must be. Blackrobes never have sex with women.
Daniel: It's a promise they make to their God.
Annuka: Why make a promise like that?
Daniel: Strange, isn't it?
ending statement: Fifteen years later, the Hurons, having accepted Christianity, were routed and killed by their enemies, the Iroquois.
ending statement: The Jesuit mission to the Hurons was abandoned and the Jesuits returned to Quebec.
Frenchman 1: Look at him, dressed like a savage chieftain. We're not colonizing the Indians; they're colonizing us.
Frenchman 2: Not me they're not. I'm not becoming one of those wild woodsmen. In one more year, I'm going back to France.
Father Laforgue: Are you? Are any of us? If the winter doesn't kill us, the Indians might. If they don't, it could be the English. So keep your faith, and may death find you with God in mind.
Champlain: 1,500 miles by canoe, in that country, at the beginning of the winter. Death is almost certain, Father Bourque.
Father Bourque: Death is not always a great evil, Monsieur Champlain.
Champlain: God should have made me a Jesuit. You have answers for everything.
Huron Man: The Blackrobes want us to give up the dream. To have only one wife. To stop killing our enemies. If we obey them, we will no longer be Hurons. And soon our enemies will know our weakness and wipe us from the earth.
Chomina: Tell me, Blackrobe, what does your dream say now?
Father Laforgue: I am too weary for dreams.
Chomina: You must. If you do not, how do you see the way ahead?
Father Laforgue: Put my trust in God. He will guide me all the way to paradise.
Chomina: But you have not seen this paradise. No man should welcome death. This world is a cruel place, but it is the sunlight. I am sorry I leave now.
[watching Laforgue write in his diary]
Chomina: Blackrobe, what you do?
Father Laforgue: I am making words.
Chomina: Making words? You not speak.
Father Laforgue: I will show you. Tell me something.
Chomina: Tell what?
Father Laforgue: Something I do not know.
Chomina: My woman's mother die in snow last winter.
[Laforgue writes it and shows the book to Daniel]
Daniel: It says Chomina's woman's mother died in snow last winter.
Father Laforgue: I have still other, greater things I can teach you.
Ougebmat: He is a demon!
Father Laforgue: Lord, I beg you, show your mercy to these savage people, who will never look upon your face in Paradise.
Annuka: A dream is real. It must be obeyed.
Father Laforgue: We will do as she asks. What can we say to people who think that dreams are the real world; this one is an illusion. Perhaps they're right.
Daniel: Farewell, Father Laforgue.
Father Laforgue: No farewells. Not in this land. And no greetings, no names. The forests speak. The dead talk at night. God bless you both.
Chomina: Tomorrow do not cry out.
Daniel: If we do cry out, will they stop (torturing us)?
Chomina: No, they will not stop. But if you cry out when you die, they will have your spirit.
Old Priest: [indicating his scars] The savages did this to me.
Father Laforgue: The indians? Why?
Old Priest: They are uncivilized, just as the English or Germans were before we came to them. I will be returning next month.
Father Laforgue: To New France?
Old Priest: The savages live in outer darkness. We must convert them. What more glorious task than that?
[watching LaForgue give the last rites to a dying baby]
Mestigoit: Watch this, he is going to cast a spell.
Father Laforgue: Oh God of mercy, please bless this innocent child...
Chomina: No. He is talking to his God.
Father Laforgue: [making the sign of the cross]... in nomini patri et fili et spiritu sancti...
Ougebmat: See that sign? That's how they steal our spirit.
Huron Chief: A demon cannot feel grief. Are you a man?
Father Laforgue: Yes.
Huron Chief: You must help us Blackrobe. Do you love us?
Father Laforgue: Yes.
Huron Chief: Then baptize us.
Montagnais: [indicates Laforgue and Daniel] They have hairy faces like dogs. Who are they?
Chomina: They are French.
Father Laforgue: We have come to help you! We have been sent by our God, who is the God of us all!
Montagnais: He can't speak properly.
Chomina: They have their own tongue. It is like birds singing.
Montagnais: Are they intelligent?
Father Laforgue: Lord, if it be thy wish that I suffer greater privations in the days ahead, I welcome it. Thou hast given me this cross for thy honor and for the salvation of these poor barbarians. I thank thee.
Father Laforgue: When I die, Chomina, I will go to paradise. Let me baptise you so I may take you with me.
Chomina: Why would I go to your paradise? Are my people there? My woman? My boy? There's only blackrobes.
Father Laforgue: Lord, why is Fr. Jerome with you in Heaven, while Chomina lies forever in utter darkness? Help me.
Daniel: They have an afterworld of their own.
Father Laforgue: They have no concept of one.
Daniel: Annuka told me they believe that in the forest at night the dead can see. The souls of men hunt the souls of animals.
Father Laforgue: Is that what she told you? It is childish, Daniel.
Daniel: Is it harder to believe in than Paradise where we all sit on clouds and look at God?
Chomina: If we had kept our promise to Champlain, there would be no problem.
Ougebmat: Promise? For axes, pots, and flints? Not even one musket.
Chomina: But we accepted their gifts! We have come to need them. This is our undoing - and it will be our ending.
Mestigoit: They are not gifts. There are no gifts given by the French that aren't paid for.