“Come in,” said Jupka. “Come if you like. Why are you hunting that boy? What do you want of him?”
“Do not speak in that way to me,” said Hehku. “Tell where the boy is.”
“Come in, I will give you a husband,” said Jupka. “I will give you a husband; let the boy go. Take Demauna.”
Hehku shook her head.
“Well, I will give you Wirula for husband; let the boy go.”
Hehku shook her head a second time.
He offered every one in the house except himself. She refused one, then another and another; refused all.
“Tell me where that boy is,” said she. “I want him; I want no one else. I want nothing more from you. Just tell me where that boy is. I want none of your people; the only one I want is Tsanunewa.”
Jupka had put the boy under his own hair, under the hair at the back of his head, and kept him hidden there.
“I must know what you are going to do with that boy,” said Jupka to Hehku Marimi. “I am not willing to give him to you; he is too small to be your husband. I want to keep him here in my sweat-house.”