Padahoon
You are hard, Chisera.
The Chisera
I am jealous of their griefs. Their very pangs I envy them. Who is there of mine goes to this war that I should grieve for his wounding or look for his return? (She looks bitterly toward the women who have crept from the caves to peer from the rocks in the direction of the fighting.) Persuade me no more, Padahoon. I will not do it.
(She disappears among the rocks to the left, and Padahoon turns to the women who crowd around him anxiously.)
Wacoba
Has she promised?
Tiawa
Will she help us?
Padahoon