“He will also send all that Mahaska requires,” persisted Mahaska. “Mahaska has her visions; they warn her of all that will happen.”
“And will there come gifts like those of the governor-chief?” she asked, in surprise.
Mahaska made a quick gesture; any allusion to her old life always enraged her—the mention of a single name linked with the past shook her self-control to its center.
“Gi-en-gwa-tah’s mother babbles like a blind squaw,” she said, contemptuously; “is she growing a child again?” then she added, quickly; “let Gi-en-gwa-tah cease to trouble his mind. Such gifts as he has let him carry into the queen’s palace; when the time arrives all that she wishes will follow.”
The woman could not restrain her curiosity.
“When were these things promised to Mahaska?”
“Is it for Meme to question concerning the revelation of the Great Spirit?” she demanded.
“Mahaska speaks wisely,” she replied; “Meme will seek to learn no more.”
“She shall see the palace blossom like the wilderness in summer,” said Mahaska; “it shall become sacred among the Nations because it will be filled with gifts from the Manitou.”
“May Meme repeat these things to Gi-en-gwa-tah?”