Seegooche
(Alarmed.) Simwa, Simwa! If you have no care for yourself, at least remember my daughter!
Simwa
(Rising.) Have no care, mother. If I do not believe she can bless, neither do you believe that she can curse.
Bright Water
Mother, let be. If this be true that she speaks, I am already cursed.
Simwa
(Going to his wife.) What have we to do with blessings or cursings? The Chisera is unsound in her mind. I have seen her dancing in the hills sometimes where I went to gather eagle's feathers for my arrows, and her madness has made a curious tale of it.
Bright Water
I would I might believe it.