Through the silver veil which softened the light of the sun more and more, permitting his eyes to remain fixed upon it, he saw a mighty figure in the very center of that vast globe of light, a figure that grew and grew until he knew it was Areskoui, the Sun God himself.
A shiver swept over the powerful frame of Daganoweda.

The Mohawk chieftain, whose nerves never quivered before the enemy, felt as a little child in the presence of the mighty Sun God.

But his confidence returned.

Although the figure of Areskoui continued to grow, his face became benevolent.

He looked down from his hundred million miles in the void, beheld the tiny figure of Daganoweda standing upon the earth, and smiled.