Simwa
(Quickened by the caress.) Chisera, what did you do before I came?
The Chisera
Oh, then I lived in the dream of you. When I ran in the trails, my heart expected you at every turn, and in the dark of the hut the sense of you brooded on my sleep. But I thought it was all for the gods.
Simwa
(Fatuously.) Until I came.
The Chisera
Did I tell you, Simwa, that day when first you found me dancing in the sun—you had been gathering eagle's feathers for your arrows, do you remember?—I thought that day that you were of the gods yourself, for I was sick with longing, and the spring was in my blood.
Simwa
And when I came again, what did you think?