(Still smiling.) And his name is not to be spoken? (Bright Water continues to look down at her moccasin.) If I had something of his: something he had shaped with his hands or worn upon his person, that I could make medicine upon—
Bright Water
Like this?
(Takes amulet from her neck and holds it out.)
The Chisera
(Taking it.) Did he give you this?
Bright Water
He made it.
The Chisera
(Examining it.) It is skillfully fashioned.