The Chisera
You know that I cannot curse.
Tiawa
Is it true, Chisera, that you make no bad medicine?
The Chisera
Many kinds of sickness I can cure, and give easy childbirth. I can bring rain, and give fortune in the hunt, but of the making of evil spells I know nothing.
Seegooche
But your father, the medicine man—he was the dread and wonder of the tribes.
The Chisera
Aye, my father could kill by a spell, and make a wasting sickness with a frown, but he thought such powers not proper to women: therefore he taught me none.