(Slowly, her eyes on Simwa.) He came to my hut—in the night—Chief's daughter (boldly), even as he comes this night to yours.
Bright Water
(Impatiently.) But did he love you?
The Chisera
He made me so believe. (Looking about and noting the lack of conviction.) How else had he held me, since last the poppies bloomed, a lure to snare the favor of the gods? Does he say he was not blessed? Aye, twice blessed. (She takes from her bosom the amulet.) Was it not this you gave me to make medicine upon, to keep your lover safe in war? Twice blessed he was; but, as I made my blessing, so do I break it.
(Drops the amulet and grinds it underfoot.)
Indians
(Moving uneasily.) Ah! Ah!
The Chisera
And this is the proof that I speak truly. From this day, whoever brings me arrows shall have medicine upon them without price, and who would have news of the passing of the deer shall have it for the asking. Only Simwa shall have nothing but his own wit and the work of his hands, and by what befalls, you shall know the truth.