(Thinking she has gained a point.) It is indeed as you said; he makes no more arrows, and his luck in the hunt is gone from him. And the men mock him. A war leader should not be mocked, Chisera.
The Chisera
No more should a friend of the gods, but Simwa mocked me.
Seegooche
(Loosing hope.) He was mad, Chisera, he had eaten rattle-weed. But my daughter did not mock you. Think of my daughter!
The Chisera
When does your daughter ever think of me?
Seegooche
(Broken and drooping.) Every day she thinks of you. When she is a-hungered, when her man brings her nothing from the hunt—as—you have said, Chisera. When she digs roots with the old women and no one prevents her for the sake of a child to be born.
The Chisera