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“What finally pulled his heart out of his bosom was the love he had for his wife. Flower-of-the-Maguey, she was called, and she was beautiful beyond all naming. She was daughter to the Chief Priest of the Bow, and young men from all the seven towns courted her. But though she was lovely and quiet she was not as she seemed to be. She was a Passing Being.” The Condor thoughtfully stretched his wings as he considered how to explain this to the children.

“Such there are,” he said. “They are shaped from within outward by their own wills. They have the power to take the human form and leave it. But it was not until she had been with her mother to To-yalanne, the sacred Thunder Mountain, as is the custom when maidens reach the marriageable age, that her power came to her. She was weary with gathering the sacred flower pollen; she lay under a maguey in the warm sun and felt the light airs play over her. Her breath came evenly and the wind lifted her long hair as it lay along her sides.

“Strangely she felt the pull of the wind on her hair, all along her body. She looked and saw it turn short and tawny in the sun, and the shape of her limbs fitted to the sandy hollows. Thus she understood that she was become another being, Moke-iche, the puma. She bounded about in the sun and chased the blue and yellow butterflies. After a time she heard the voice of her mother calling, and it pulled at her heart. She let her heart have way and became a maid again. But often she would steal out after that, when the wind brought her the smell of the maguey, or at night when the moon walked low over To-yalanne, and play as puma. Her parents saw that she had power more than is common to maidens, but she was wise and modest, and they loved her and said nothing.

“‘Let her have a husband and children,’ they said, ‘and her strangeness will pass.’ But they were very much disappointed at what happened to all the young men who came a-courting.

“This is the fashion of a Zuni courting: The young man says to his Old Ones, ‘I have seen the daughter of the Priest of the Bow at the Middle Ant Hill, what think ye?’ And if they said, ‘Be it well!’ he gathered his presents into a bundle and went to knock at the sky-hole of her father’s house.

“‘She!’ he said, and ‘Hai!’ they answered from within. ‘Help me down,’ he would say, which was to tell them that he had a bundle with him and it was a large one. Then the mother of the girl would know what was afoot. She would rise and pull the bundle down through the sky-hole–all pueblo houses are entered from the top, did you not know?” asked the Condor.

The children nodded, not to interrupt; they had seen as they came along the trail the high terraced houses with the ladders sticking out of the door-holes.

“Then there was much politeness on both sides, politeness of food offered and eaten and questions asked, until the girl’s parents were satisfied that the match would be a good one. Finally, the Old Ones would stretch themselves out in their corners and begin to scrape their nostrils with their breath–thus,” said the Condor, making a gentle sound of snoring; “for it was thought proper for the young people to have a word or two together. The girl would set the young man a task, so as not to seem too easily won, and to prove if he were the sort of man she wished for a husband.

“‘Only possibly you love me,’ said the daughter of the Chief Priest of the Bow. ‘Go out with the light to-morrow to hunt and return with it, bringing your kill, that I may see how much you can do for my sake.’