Wacoba
But you will bring a blessing on the battle? Oh, Chisera, they do not tell us women, but we hear it whispered about the camp that the men of Castac are five and twenty, and even with the youths who go to their first battle we cannot make a score of ours. It is the Friend of the Soul of Man must make good our numbers.
The Chisera
Even now I go to prepare strong medicine.
Wacoba
Come away, then, and leave the Chisera to her work. (Going.)
Seegooche
May the gods befriend you. If we have your blessing, we care little for another's curse. (Going.)
The Chisera
Stay. After all, we are but women together, and if a woman may give counsel, women may hear it.