Simwa
Let her alone! They will kill her if she refuses to make medicine and then we shall be rid of her.
Bright Water
And you would permit that? (He shifts uneasily under her gaze.) Simwa—(With profound entreaty.) Simwa!
Simwa
What is the witch to me?
Bright Water
My sister, I think, for she has loved you even as I have, to my sorrow.
(She turns away from him meditating some deep purpose, and from this time on the progress of that purpose in her mind is evident in her bearing toward her husband.)
Chief