But Simwa puts no faith in magic medicine. Why, he has not even asked the Chisera to his wedding!
Padahoon
No, not even though the Chief's daughter urged it. (A pause full of significance.)
Tavwots
No, no! Padahoon! Unless the Chisera owned to it herself, I would not believe it. The Chief is right. The wound of your jealousy festers and corrupts your tongue. (Turning his back on Padahoon he claps Pamaquash on the shoulder.) Come and dance!
Choco
(Gathering his blanket around him.) Even if the Chisera owned it, I would not believe it.
(The men move in the direction of the merrymaking and are met by the younger people, laughing and shouting for Simwa. Padahoon watches them bitterly for a while, and, revolving many things, draws his blanket up and departs in the direction of the Chisera's hut.)
Pamaquash
Come, Arrow-Maker, a speech for your bridal. (Laughter and approval.)