Simwa
You have wearied yourself too much making medicine. If you have no more faith in the gods, have a little in me. If I can go out of Sagharawite as war leader, I shall come back with the spoil of Castac. (Shouts are heard nearer than before.) Now I go quickly! (He turns carelessly from her lingering caress and crosses to the toyon, starting back at the sight of Padahoon, moving noiselessly through the chaparral, blanketed and watchful.) What! Has the Sparrow Hawk eaten when-o-nabe that he must visit the Chisera on the eve of Council?
Padahoon
I come from the Chief—but I had not expected to find Simwa, the scoffer, before me.
Simwa
(Uneasily.) I have been gathering eagles' feathers for my arrows under Toorape.
Padahoon
Quite so—and are not the first hunter to find the shortest way past the house of the Medicine Woman. But it is well known that Simwa seeks no charms for himself. The Chief has been asking for you.
(He passes on to the Chisera, standing stiffly with strained attention by her hut. Simwa hesitates, recovers himself, and passes out with the appearance of indifference.)
Chisera, Rain Wind, Chief of Sagharawite, greets you, and bids me say that at the moth-hour he will be here with the fighting men to invite the favor of the gods in this war with Castac.