(Out of her blanket.) Where is Simwa?
Bright Water
He comes soon. (Going to her.) Last night I thought of you, and how you alone, of all Sagharawite, had kept away from my happiness—
Seegooche
Let be, daughter. (Pulling her sleeve.) It is ill stirring a coiled snake. (To the Chisera, with intent to draw her off.) Come this way, Chisera, and I will show you the wedding presents.
The Chisera
(Lowering her blanket a little.) Show me the Arrow-Maker.
(The elder men have entered, among them Rain Wind.)
Chief