And yet, even as the simplicity and truth of it pressed upon him, doubt followed with its questions.

If, after this, Yellow Bird had told him to return to Nada as swiftly as he could, he would have believed, and this night would have seen him on his way.

But she had warned him against this, predicting desolation and grief if he returned.

She had urged him to go on, somewhere, anywhere, seeking for an illusion and an unreality which the spirits had named, to her as the Country Beyond.
And when he reached this Country Beyond, wherever it might be, he would possess Nada again, and happiness for all time.

After all, there was something archaically crude in what he was trying to believe, when he came to analyze it.