(The young men enter, with Simwa in their midst, painted and befeathered as befits a handsome man on his wedding day. Observing the Chisera, he checks and falters in his walk.)
Simwa
Chisera!
The Chisera
Is it you, Simwa, who wed with the Chief's daughter?
Simwa
You are come, Chisera—(Wholly at a loss.) You are come—
The Chisera
I am come to your marriage, Simwa, though I am not invited.
Bright Water