It merely sends the columns and waves of mist upon one another, fusing them together and then separating them again.

It is the work of Areskoui.
Though there is now a world between us and him he still watches over us and speeds us on to a great deed.

So, Dagaeoga, the miracle of the sky is continued into the night, and for us.

Areskoui will clothe us in a mighty blanket of mist and water and fire." The Onondaga's face was again the rapt face of a seer, and his words were heavy with import like those of a prophet of old.
"Listen!" he said.

"It is Areskoui himself who speaks!" Robert shivered, but it was not from the cold of the water.