And after many days of travelling the two came, as the Night was beginning to walk, to the brown brow of the hill beneath which lay the village of the Omahas.
And the man said: “There are your people. Go!”
And the woman moaned, saying: “He will not take me, and the dream will be true. Never on the long trail did my heart fail; but now I am weak. My breast aches.”
But the man said: “Sun Eyes, had not Rain Walker ever a soft heart? He will take you back. Look!”
And the woman, who had been gazing through tears upon the village of her people, turned and saw that the man had torn the buckskin from his face. She gave a cry and shrank from what she saw.
But the man took her gently by the hand.
“He will take you back,” he said; “dreams are wiser than men!”