(Throws himself on the bank beside her.)
The Chisera
I have not found the gods any the less friendly since I have loved, Arrow-Maker; and I know not why it should seem strange to others that I should know love as—as we have known it. Only to-day the girls of the village came to me to buy a charm to keep their lovers safe in war. There was not one but dared to ask, even though she would not speak her lover's name for bashfulness. See, one of them gave me this to make medicine upon.
Simwa
(Taking it.) Bright Water gave you this?
The Chisera
(Surprised.) How did you know?
Simwa
I thought you said—that is, I have seen her wear it. Did she tell you from whom she had it?
The Chisera