"No, you must settle affairs. The household would starve if you left them now, and the tribe need you badly. Three months must pass before you are free to come."
"Haven't I waited these three years, and all the years before that?"
"Cry-baby! Have I not waited? Besides, I don't think I want to see you in your meat body. No. How often do you bathe?"
"Wheugh! Not in this weather, not in winter. In summer, when it's hot—yes."
"A Blackfoot warrior bathes daily."
"In winter?" He shuddered at the idea.
"Yes, in winter a sweat bath and a roll in the snow. How else could he keep fit for the war trail?"
"Glad I'm not a Blackfoot!"
"Glad we're not married! So there! Storm, you'll bathe every day from now on, or you come not to my lodge, son of a dirty tribe!"
"The English, dirty!"