Simwa
Often and often, as it were a tie-rope in my bosom between us. (Letting go her hands and stretching himself preparatory to rising.) But I did not think it was your medicine.
The Chisera
What then?
Simwa
(Rising and walking about.) Your beauty and the wonder of your dancing.
The Chisera
Tell me, Simwa, in the beginning I know you did not believe; but now you understand the power I have from the Friend of the Soul of Man?
Simwa
Surely; now that I am about to be made war leader by means of it.