Chief
We honor you after the use of medicine men. What more would you have?
The Chisera
The dole of women. Love and sorrow and housekeeping; a husband to give me children, even though he beat me.
Chief
Love you have given, and sorrow you have got. Shame and defeat are your children. So it is always when power falls upon women. The word has passed in Council, Chisera; will you repair this damage, or will you die for it?
The Chisera
(As her eye travels the circle of the camp.) I do not find the taste of life so sweet that I should turn it twice upon my tongue; but—(Her gaze halts on Simwa, and all the attention of the camp seems to hang a moment in suspense as Simwa ignores her.) Do I die, then?
Padahoon
Let Simwa die!