He started, for it was distant thunder.

The Shiuana, he believed, had read his thoughts, and they reminded him that their doings were beyond the reach of his mind.

Turning away from the sights above, he looked again down the valley.

There, at last, came the long-expected Hayoue, slowly, drowsily, like one who has slept rather late than long.

Hayoue, indeed, was so sleepy yet that his nephew had to call him thrice.