aped with his hands or worn upon his person, that
I could make medicine upon--
BRIGHT WATER
Like this?
(_Takes amulet from her neck and holds it out._)
THE CHISERA
(_Taking it._) Did he give you this?
BRIGHT WATER
He made it.
THE CHISERA
(_Examining it._) It is skillfully fashioned.
BRIGHT WATER
Will it answer?
THE CHISERA
To make a spell upon? Yes, if you can spare it.
BRIGHT WATER
Shall I have it again?
THE CHISERA
When the time is past for which the spell is made.
BRIGHT WATER
Make it, then; a powerful medicine against ill fortune in battle. And
this for your pains, Chisera. (_Holds out bracelet._)
THE CHISERA
(_Proudly._) I want no gifts. Keep your bracelet.
BRIGHT WATER
(_With equal pride._) The Chief's daughter asks no favors.
THE CHISERA
But if a Chisera choose to confer them? (_With sudden feeling._) What
question is there between us of Chief's daughter and Chisera? We are
two women, and young.
BRIGHT WATER
(_Uncertainly._) The Chisera is the friend of the gods.
THE CHISERA
And therefore not the friend of any tribeswoman? (_Passionately._)
Oh, I am weary of the friendship of the gods! If I have walked in the
midnight and heard what the great ones have said, is that any reason
I should not know what a man says to a maid in the dusk--or do a
kindness to my own kind--or love, and be beloved?
BRIGHT WATER
(_Moved._) Therefore take it (_offering bracelet again_) as one woman
from another--and you shall make a charm for me for love.
THE CHISERA
(_Taking the gift._) I shall make it as though I loved him myself.
BRIGHT WATER
(_Startled._) Oh, I did not say I loved him.
THE CHISERA
(_Smiling._) No?
BRIGHT WATER
(_Studying the pattern of her moccasin._) Is it true, Chisera, that
you have been called to the Council that decides upon the war leader
who is to be chosen in my father's place?
THE CHISERA
I am to inquire of the gods concerning it.
BRIGHT WATER
(_Diffidently._) Chisera, I have heard--my father thinks--Simwa, the
Arrow-Maker, is well spoken of.
(_The first note of the love call is heard far up the cliffs.
The_ CHISERA _starts and controls herself._)
THE CHISERA
(_Coldly, in dismissal._) Simwa needs the good word of no man. It
shall be as the gods determine.
(_Goes over to hut. The love call sounds nearer._)
BRIGHT WATER
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