Never had he borne himself more haughtily, never had his height appeared greater or his presence grander.

Robert, looking at him, felt that if St.Luc was the very flower of French chivalry, this young comrade of his was to an even greater degree the very spirit and essence of all that was best in the great League of the Hodenosaunee.
The Indians--Hurons, Abenakis, St.Regis, Ottawas, and warriors from farther west--watched Tayoga with fascinated eyes.

They knew perfectly well who the tall youth was, that he belonged to the great Iroquois league, and they knew, too, in their secret hearts that he had the superiority which Onondaga, Mohawk and their allied nations claimed.
Hence, while their looks sometimes expressed an unwilling admiration, they were also charged always with hostility and hate.

But Tayoga apparently took no notice.

Once more he was the Greek to whom all outer peoples were barbarians.
"I don't think the French can make much progress with him," whispered Willet to Robert.