We have a gift for you, Chisera.
(The women draw near timidly, each, as she speaks, placing her basket at the Chisera's feet, and retire.)
The Chisera
(Looking at the gifts, without touching them.) The venison is fat and tender; Seegooche, there is no one grinds meal so smoothly as you. The honey is indeed acceptable.
(After a pause, during which the medicine woman looks keenly at them.)
Tiawa
We do not come for ourselves, Chisera, but from the tribeswomen.
Seegooche
From every one who has a husband or son able to join battle.
The Chisera