(Drawing her blanket.) I know it.
Seegooche
(Dropping to the ground and beating the earth with her palms.) Do not, do not refuse it, wise one, friend of the Friend! What has Simwa done that you should destroy us?
The Chisera
You ask me that, Seegooche?
Seegooche
I know—you said—Such a small thing, Chisera. To love you a little before he loved my daughter. Young men do often so—and you were very fair and no doubt beguiled him—Ah, who could withstand you, daughter of the gods? (Wheedling.) But your punishment is heavy upon him.
The Chisera
Seegooche