(At the hut.) Chisera, come to Council!
The Chisera
(Issuing, wrapped in her blanket.) Who sends for me?
Chief
Death is hot upon our trail. Stay him with your spells.
Men and Women
Good medicine, Chisera, good medicine!
The Chisera
Have you not a war leader—
(She stops, noticing the bonnet on Padahoon—looks from him to Simwa.)