(With relish.) Does she dig roots?
Seegooche
With the barren women. Also her beauty goes, she is so thin with the famine.
The Chisera
(Baring her arm.) I also am thin.
(From this moment some perception of the pervasive misery of the situation enters her mind and begins to color her speech.)
Chief
Hunger and sickness and war have come into the camp because you kept not your heart, Chisera. Yet a greater than all these shall come upon you if you forget your tribal obligation.
The Chisera
(Rising on one knee.) What obligation have I owed, Chief Rain Wind, and not remembered it?