The Priest of the prayers to the mighty Wind of the Four Ways laughed at the very curious ideas of the white strangers.
“Perhaps they taught our fathers also to eat when they were hungered and take wives when the time came!” he scoffed.
While they spoke, Ka-yemo crossed a terrace and halted to look at them, and Po-tzah commented on the fine beads now worn by Ka-yemo since he had taken a wife––but Po-tzah thought the wife very ugly and very stupid, and he would rather see his own wife even if her father had been a cripple and a poor man,––and the girl have never a garment but a poor one of her own making.
“Ka-yemo is the most beautiful man in the village,” said Tahn-té,––“He has fine looks plenty for one house.”
“Tahn-té”––and his friend came more close and spoke softly, “you are Po-Ahtun-ho, and you know wise things and many things. Do you know enough to care nothing that Ka-yemo and his friends are not your friends?”
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“Why is it that you think in such a way?” asked Tahn-té quietly.