Shyuote stumbled across the patches of corn, rather than walked through them.  He felt sad, dejected, and very wrathful.  All the buoyancy with which his victory over the girls had inspired him was gone.  Since that heroic feat nothing but ill-luck had crossed his path.  He was angry at his father for scolding him and driving him home, in the presence of Hayoue, for whom the boy had as great a dislike as his uncle had for him.  Why, it was worse than the threats and cuffs of the old Naua!  It was not only an injustice, it was an insult!  So the lad reasoned, and began to brood over vengeance.  He was going to show his father that he, the ten-year-old boy, was not to be trifled with.  Yes, he would show his teeth by refusing to become a Koshare.  Would not that be a glorious revenge!  The little fellow did not know that he was pledged to the Delight Makers by a sacred vow of his parent which it was not in his power to break.  After a while his thoughts changed, and he concluded that it might be better to say nothing and to go home and ask for something to eat.  But never, never again would he favour his father with a friendly call in the corn-patch.  This latter resolve appeared to him so satisfactory, the revenge so ample for the injury received, that he forgot the past and fairly danced through the fields, hopping sometimes on one foot and sometimes on the other.  He crossed the brook and reached the large house almost to his own surprise.

It was noon, and the full blaze of the sun flooded the valley with light.  Not a breeze fanned the air, nothing stirred.  No vibrations troubled the picture which the cliffs, the caves, the buildings, presented in the dazzling glare.  The cliffs had lost their yellowish hue and appeared white, with every protuberance, every indentation, or cavity, marked by intense shadows.  The houses inhabited by the Eagle clan along the foot of the rocks were like a row of irregularly piled cubes and prisms; each beam leaning against them cast a jet-black streak of shadow on the ground.  Below the projecting beams of the roofs a short black line descended along the wall, and the towering rocks jutted in and out from dark recesses like monsters.  So strong were the contrasts between shadow and light that even Shyuote was struck by it.  He stood still and stared.

Something indefinite, a vague feeling of awe, crept over him.  For the real grandeur of the scenery he had no sense of appreciation, and yet it seemed to him as if everything about were new and strange.  Thousands of times had he gazed at the cliffs of his valley home, but never had they appeared to him as they did now.  So strong was this impression, and so sudden, too, that he shrank from the sight in amazement; then he turned his eyes away and walked rapidly toward home.  He was afraid to look at the colossal pillars and walls; they appeared to him like giants threatening to move.  All his plans for revenge, every thought of wrath and indignation, had vanished.