Coyote whelp!
(Simwa grasps a war weapon, a stone tied in a crotched stick, from the heap of wedding gifts, and smites Padahoon to the earth, standing threateningly over him. The others stiffen into tense attitudes, drawing their blankets tighter, their eyes burning bright. Padahoon draws the knife that hangs in a sheath at his neck.)
Chief
(Putting Simwa back with a hand at his breast.) Peace! Though you are made my son by this day's work, you shall not usurp judgment. (To Padahoon, as Simwa moves slowly back, his weapon lowered.) What charge do you make?
Padahoon
(Rising on his elbow to spit blood.) Thou art a liar, if ever there was one in Sagharawite, and have nothing which is not owed to the Chisera.
Chief
Speak straight, Padahoon, or, by the Bear, I shall let him kill you where you lie.
Padahoon
Three nights after the return from Tecuya, I saw you at the Chisera's house—and again in the rains—and at the time of Taboose.