Nenetzin’s face brightened. “What of them? Have they waited on our father?”
“Have they, Io’?” Tula asked.
He made no answer; he was angry.
“Well, well! what folly! You, Io’, I shall have to send back to the ’tzin; and, Nenetzin, fie! the young lords would be afraid to see you now.”
“The monkeys!”
Io’, without a word, left the room.
“You are too hard, Nenetzin. Our brother wants to be treated like a man. Many of the young lords are his friends. When you came in, he was telling me of the fine fellow who saved our father’s life.”
Nenetzin appeared uninterested.
“From Io’s account, he must be equal to the ’tzin. Have you forgotten him?”
“I have his vase somewhere.”