possessed a clan that wore the bear. And yet — and yet — this bear seemed somehow different — and yet familiar — strangely familiar to me — but in a manner which awoke within me an unrest as subtle as it was curoius.

I drew bridle, and as the Sagamore came up, I said uneasily:

“Brother, and ensign of the great bear clan of many nations, why is the symbol that you wear familiar to me — and yet so strangely unfamiliar?”

He shot a glance of lightning intelligence at me, then instantly his features became smoothly composed and blank again.

“Has my brother never before seen the Spirit Bear?” he asked coldly.

“Is that a clan, Mayaro?”