The others laughed as she wriggled clear––and lisped threats even while keeping out of range of his strong hands.
“Always she is a little cat of the hills to fight for Ka-yemo,” said Po-tzah. “Little Ka-yemo will some day grow enough to fight alone!”
Ka-yemo scowled at them, and muttered things, and sauntered away. He was the largest of all of them, but one boy does not fight six!
Yahn was in such a silent rage that she twitched and bent the willow until it was no longer any thing but a limp wreck:––she would break something!
“That is the Apache!” said Po-tzah. “I think that baby does not forget to fight even when she sleeps.”
The little animal flung an epithet at him and ran after the sulky Ka-yemo:––evidently her hero and idol.
The mother of Tahn-té was called in council for things of which Tahn-té was not to know. But he learned that she was of the society of the Rulers:––that from which the spiritual head was selected when 38 the Po-Ahtun-ho or Ruler no longer walked on the earth.
After the council sacred meal was sprinkled on the trees in the urn, and the priests of the order of Po-Ahtun divided them between the Winter people, and the Summer people, that it be proven which the care of the new fruit would belong to for prayers, and each planted them by their several signs in the sky. His mother spoke to him when alone and told him he was now to do a boy’s work in the village, and his training must begin for the ceremonies of high orders into which the council wished him to enter.
“To serve our people?”
“Yes:––it will be so––to serve our people.”