possession。
  And　when　all　was　ready　for　me　to　get　on　his　backfor　that　had　been
  my　vision　from　the　firstSelpa；　my　woman；　put　her　arms　about　me；
  and　raised　her　voice　and　persisted　that　Har；　and　not　I；　should　ride；
  for　Har　had　neither　wife　nor　young　ones　and　could　die　without　hurt。
  Also；　in　the　end　she　wept；　so　that　I　was　raped　of　my　vision；　and　it
  was　Har；　naked　and　clinging；　that　bestrode　the　stallion　when　he
  vaulted　away。
  It　was　sunset；　and　a　time　of　great　wailing；　when　they　carried　Har　in
  from　the　far　rocks　where　they　found　him。　　His　head　was　quite　broken；
  and　like　honey　from　a　fallen　bee…tree　his　brains　dripped　on　the
  ground。　　His　mother　strewed　wood…ashes　on　her　head　and　blackened　her
  face。　　His　father　cut　off　half　the　fingers　of　one　hand　in　token　of
  sorrow。　　And　all　the　women；　especially　the　young　and　unwedded；
  screamed　evil　names　at　me；　and　the　elders　shook　their　wise　heads　and
  muttered　and　mumbled　that　not　their　fathers　nor　their　fathers'
  fathers　had　betrayed　such　a　madness。　　Horse　meat　was　good　to　eat；
  young　colts　were　tender　to　old　teeth；　and　only　a　fool　would　come　to
  close　grapples　with　any　wild　horse　save　when　an　arrow　had　pierced
  it；　or　when　it　struggled　on　the　stake　in　the　midst　of　the　pit。
  And　Selpa　scolded　me　to　sleep；　and　in　the　morning　woke　me　with　her
  chatter；　ever　declaiming　against　my　madness；　ever　pronouncing　her
  claim　upon　me　and　the　claims　of　our　children；　till　in　the　end　I　grew
  weary；　and　forsook　my　far　vision；　and　said　never　again　would　I　dream
  of　bestriding　the　wild　horse　to　fly　swift　as　its　feet　and　the　wind
  across　the　sands　and　the　grass　lands。
  And　through　the　years　the　tale　of　my　madness　never　ceased　from　being
  told　over　the　camp…fire。　　Yet　was　the　very　telling　the　source　of　my
  vengeance；　for　the　dream　did　not　die；　and　the　young　ones；　listening
  to　the　laugh　and　the　sneer；　redreamed　it；　so　that　in　the　end　it　was
  Othar；　my　eldest…born；　himself　a　sheer　stripling；　that　walked　down　a
  wild　stallion；　leapt　on　its　back；　and　flew　before　all　of　us　with　the
  speed　of　the　wind。　　Thereafter；　that　they　might　keep　up　with　him；
  all　men　were　trapping　and　breaking　wild　horses。　　Many　horses　were
  broken；　and　some　men；　but　I　lived　at　the　last　to　the　day　when；　at
  the　changing　of　camp…sites　in　the　pursuit　of　the　meat　in　its
  seasons；　our　very　babes；　in　baskets　of　willow…withes；　were　slung
  side　and　side　on　the　backs　of　our　horses　that　carried　our　camp…
  trappage　and　dunnage。
  I；　a　young　man；　had　seen　my　vision；　dreamed　my　dream；　Selpa；　the
  woman；　had　held　me　from　that　far　desire；　but　Othar；　the　seed　of　us
  to　live　after；　glimpsed　my　vision　and　won　to　it；　so　that　our　tribe
  became　wealthy　in　the　gains　of　the　chase。
  There　was　a　womanon　the　great　drift　down　out　of　Europe；　a　weary
  drift　of　many　generations；　when　we　brought　into　India　the　shorthorn
  cattle　and　the　planting　of　barley。　　But　this　woman　was　long　before
  we　reached　India。　　We　were　still　in　the　mid…most　of　that　centuries…
  long　drift；　and　no　shrewdness　of　geography　can　now　place　for　me　that
  ancient　valley。
  The　woman　was　Nuhila。　　The　valley　was　narrow；　not　long；　and　the
  swift　slope　of　its　floor　and　the　steep　walls　of　its　rim　were
  terraced　for　the　growing　of　rice　and　of　milletthe　first　rice　and
  millet　we　Sons　of　the　Mountain　had　known。　　They　were　a　meek　people
  in　that　valley。　　They　had　become　soft　with　the　farming　of　fat　land
  made　fatter　by　water。　　Theirs　was　the　first　irrigation　we　had　seen；
  although　we　had　little　time　to　mark　their　ditches　and　channels　by
  which　all　the　hill　waters　flowed　to　the　fields　they　had　builded。　　We
  had　little　time　to　mark；　for　we　Sons　of　the　Mountain；　who　were　few；
  were　in　flight　before　the　Sons　of　the　Snub…Nose；　who　were　many。　　We
  called　them　the　Noseless；　and　they　called　themselves　the　Sons　of　the
  Eagle。　　But　they　were　many；　and　we　fled　before　them　with　our
  shorthorn　cattle；　our　goats；　and　our　barleyseed；　our　women　and
  children。
  While　the　Snub…Noses　slew　our　youths　at　the　rear；　we　slew　at　our
  fore　the　folk　of　the　valley　who　opposed　us　and　were　weak。　　The
  village　was　mud…built　and　grass…thatched；　the　encircling　wall　was　of
  mud；　but　quite　tall。　　And　when　we　had　slain　the　people　who　had　built
  the　wall；　and　sheltered　within　it　our　herds　and　our　women　and
  children；　we　stood　on　the　wall　and　shouted　insult　to　the　Snub…Noses。
  For　we　had　found　the　mud　granaries　filled　with　rice　and　millet。　　Our
  cattle　could　eat　the　thatches。　　And　the　time　of　the　rains　was　at
  hand；　so　that　we　should　not　want　for　water。
  It　was　a　long　siege。　　Near　to　the　beginning；　we　gathered　together
  the　women；　and　elders；　and　children　we　had　not　slain；　and　forced
  them　out　through　the　wall　they　had　builded。　　But　the　Snub…Noses　slew
  them　to　the　last　one；　so　that　there　was　more　food　in　the　village　for
  us；　more　food　in　the　valley　for　the　Snub…Noses。
  It　was　a　weary　long　siege。　　Sickness　smote　us；　and　we　died　of　the
  plague　that　arose　from　our　buried　ones。　　We　emptied　the　mud…
  granaries　of　their　rice　and　millet。　　Our　goats　and　shorthorns　ate
  the　thatch　of　the　houses；　and　we；　ere　the　end；　ate　the　goats　and　the
  shorthorns。
  Where　there　had　been　five　men　of　us　on　the　wall；　there　came　a　time
  when　there　was　one；　where　there　had　been　half　a　thousand　babes　and
  younglings　of　ours；　there　were　none。　　It　was　Nuhila；　my　woman；　who
  cut　off　her　hair　and　twisted　it　that　I　might　have　a　strong　string
  for　my　bow。　　The　other　women　did　likewise；　and　when　the　wall　was
  attacked；　stood　shoulder　to　shoulder　with　us；　in　the　midst　of　our
  spears　and　arrows　raining　down　potsherds　and　cobblestones　on　the
  heads　of　the　Snub…Noses。
  Even　the　patient　Snub…Noses　we　well…nigh　out…patienced。　　Came　a　time
  when　of　ten　men　of　us；　but　one　was　alive　on　the　wall；　and　of　our
  women　remained　very　few；　and　the　Snub…Noses　held　parley。　　They　told
  us　we　were　a　strong　breed；　and　that　our　women　were　men…mothers；　and
  that　if　we　would　let　them　have　our　women　they　would　leave　us　alone
  in　the　valley　to　possess　for　ourselves　and　that　we　could　get　women
  from　the　valleys　to　the　south。
  And　Nuhila　said　no。　　And　the　other　women　said　no。　　And　we　sneered　at
  the　Snub…Noses　and　asked　if　they　were　weary　of　fighting。　　And　we
  were　as　dead　men　then；　as　we　sneered　at　our　enemies；　and　there　was
  little　fight　left　in　us　we　were　so　weak。　　One　more　attack　on　the
  wall　would　end　us。　　We　knew　it。　　Our　women　knew　it。　　And　Nuhila　said
  that　we　could　end　it　first　and　outwit　the　Snub…Noses。　　And　all　our
  women　agreed。　　And　while　the　Snub…Noses　prepared　for　the　attack　that
  would　be　final；　there；　on　the　wall；　we　slew　our　women。　　Nuhila　loved
  me；　and　leaned　to　meet　the　thrust　of　my　sword；　there　on　the　wall。
  And　we　men；　in　the　love　of　tribehood　and　tribesmen；　slew　one　another
  till　remained　only　Horda　and　I　alive　in　the　red　of　the　slaughter。
  And　Horda　was　my　elder；　and　I　leaned　to　his　thrust。　　But　not　at　once
  did　I　die。　　I　was　the　last　of　the　Sons　of　the　Mountain；　for　I　saw
  Horda；　himself　fall　on　his　blade　and　pass　quickly。　　And　dying　with
  the　shouts　of　the　oncoming　Snub…Noses　growing　dim　in　my　ears；　I　was
  glad　that　the　Snub…Noses　would　have　no　sons　of　us　to　bring　up　by　our
  women。
  I　do　not　know　when　this　time　was　when　I　was　a　Son　of　the　Mountain
  and　when　we　died　in　the　narrow　valley　where　we　had　slain　the　Sons　of
  the　Rice　and　the　Millet。　　I　do　not　know；　save　that　it　was　centuries
  before　the　wide…spreading　drift　of　all　us　Sons　of　the　Mountain
  fetched　into　India；　and　that　it　was　long　before　ever　I　was　an　Aryan
  master　in　Old　Egypt　building　my　two　burial　places　and　defacing　the
  tombs　of　kings　before　me。
  I　should　like　to　tell　more　of　those　far　days；　but　time　in　the
  present　is　short。　　Soon　I　shall　pass。　　Yet　am　I　sorry　that　I　cannot
  tell　more　of　those　early　drifts；　when　there　was　crushage　of　peoples；
  or　descending　ice…sheets；　or　migrations　of　meat。
  Also；　I　should　like　to　tell　of　Mystery。　　For　always　were　we　curious
  to　solve　the　secrets　of　life；　death；　and　decay。　　Unlike　the　other
  animals；　man　was　for　ever　gazing　at　the　stars。　　Many　gods　he　created
  in　his　own　image　and　in　the　images　of　his　fancy。　　In　those　old　times
  I　have　worshipped　the　sun　and　the　dark。　　I　have　worshipped　the
  husked　grain　as　the　parent　of　life。　　I　have　worshipped　Sar；　the　Corn
  Goddess。　　And　I　have　worshipped　sea　gods；　and　river　gods；　and　fish
  gods。
  Yes；　and　I　remember　Ishtar　ere　she　was　stolen　from　us　by　the
  Babylonians；　and　Ea；　too；　was　ours；　supreme　in　the　Under　World；　who
  enabled　Ishtar　to　conquer　death。　　Mitra；　likewise；　was　a　good　old
  Aryan　god；　ere　he　was　filched　from　us　or　we　discarded　him。　　And　I
  remember；　on　a　time；　long　after　the　drift　when　we　brought　the　barley
  into　India；　that　I　came　down　into　India；　a　horse…trader；　with　many
  servants　and　a　long　caravan　at　my　back；　and　that　at　that　time　they
  were　worshipping　Bodhisatwa。
  Truly；　the　worships　of　the　Mystery　wandered　as　did　men；　and　between
  filchings　and　borrowings　the　gods　had　as　vagabond