But now that she is here, Simwa, you will ask her to bless us?
Simwa
(Recovering himself with an effort.) Surely, surely. But the married women have not blessed us yet. (Taking the bride's hand and leading her to the blanket. They seat themselves.) Come, Tiawa, have you no pine nuts in your basket? (With an effort to carry it off jovially.) What! will you have my wife dig roots before her wedding year is out?
(The married women take up their baskets and begin the ceremony of sprinkling the bride with nuts and seeds in token of fruitfulness.)
The Chisera
(Warningly.) Simwa! Simwa!
(The women leave off, huddling together, looking fearfully at the Chisera.)
Seegooche
(Getting between her and Bright Water.) What harm to you, Chisera, if the Arrow-Maker weds where he loves?
The Chisera