Padahoon
Who invites your blessing, Chisera!
Chief
Make spells for thy people!
The Chisera
What have my people done for me that I should weary myself to make medicine for them?
Chief
Are you not respected above all women of the campody? Even in war-time—
The Chisera
Ah—respect! What have I to do with respect? Am I not as other women that men should desire me? Are my breasts less fair that there should never be milk in them?