"There is none nobler, and Onontio would send no other kind.

I give it to you, Tayoga." The young warrior drew back and his hands remained at his sides.
"I am Tayoga, of the clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the great League of the Hodenosaunee," he said, "but I am not yet a chief.
My years are too few.

It is a great matter of which you speak, St.Luc, and it must be laid before the fifty sachems of the allied tribes in the Long House.

The belt may be offered to them.

I cannot take it." The flitting cloud passed again over the face of St.Luc, but he did not allow any change to show in his manner.