Not by his name, but by the way he looked to her.
Simwa
How was that?
The Chisera
As every lover looks to every maid—tall and strong and straight of back. Even as you look to me, Beloved.
Simwa
(Relieved, giving back the amulet.) May your medicine preserve him. And, as for me, Chisera, I wish I could persuade the tribesmen to look as favorably on me as you do.
The Chisera
But you have no enemies.
Simwa