Then the bay horse wheeled to where the great white giant lives (the north) and said:
And yonder there were twelve white horses
Their manes were flowing like a blizzard wind
From their noses came a roaring
And all about them white geese…soared…and circled.
Then the bay wheeled round to where the sun shines continually (the east) and bade me look:
And there, twelve sorrel horses
With necklaces of elk’s teeth
Stood abreast with eyes that glimmered like the daybreak star
And manes of morning light
Then the bay wheeled once again to look upon the place where you are always facing (the south)
And yonder stood twelve buckskins
All abreast with horns upon their heads
And manes that lived and grew…like trees…and grasses.
And when I had seen All these, the bay horse said:
Your Ancestors are having a council