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Beside him stood Say, agitated and angry. Without giving her elder son time to speak, she asked, "Who sent the boy to the fields?" "I don't know," replied Okoya, in astonishment. He knew nothing of Shyuote's morning rambles. "He must know; how could I tell?" "He says that they drove him from the corn because he threw mud at a girl," added the mother.
"Sa uishe, has your father come?" "No," murmured the still dreaming child. "Where is Okoya?" "He has left." "Will he come again?" "Oh, yes," breathed Mitsha softly; then she turned over, sighed, and spoke no more. Hannay was happy. The boy would return! That was all she cared for. She really liked him, for he was so candid, so good, and so simple-minded.
Then he pointed to the clouds and whispered, "The Shiuana are good," at the same time handing the bag to his uncle. The latter's astonishment had reached its maximum; the boy's actions were utterly incomprehensive to him. Again the sound of distant thunder vibrated from the west, and the cliffs sighed in return. "They are calling us," Okoya whispered. Hayoue became suddenly very sober.
He worked and hunted dutifully, providing the storerooms of Tanyi Hanutsh with supplies of which his wife, and through her he also, enjoyed the benefit. He spun cotton and wove it into wraps, scarfs, and sashes. Furthermore, he was always good-natured and merry. He did not spend too many nights out of his wife's home, either. They had three children, Okoya, Shyuote, and a little girl.
Laughing, she then sat down between him and her mother. The ice was broken. "You are very strong," Okoya assured her, rubbing the sore limb. "She is strong, indeed," her mother confirmed; "she can work well, too." "Have you any green paint?" the girl asked. "No, but I know a place where it is found. Do you want any?" "I would like to have some." "For what do you use the green stone?"
As the girl approached, the noise of her step caused him to turn, and she recognized Okoya. The youth stepped up to her; his eyes were hollow, and now they became moist. He attempted to control himself, to restrain the tears that were coming to his eyes at the sight of her; but he sobbed convulsively. When she saw it tears came to her eyes at once.
Then he was not, after all, the fiend that Say Koitza had pictured him. On the contrary he appeared to Okoya, since the last interview, in the light of an important personage. Okoya's faith in his mother was shaken before; now he began to think that Tyope after all, while he was certainly to him an important man, was not as bad as represented.
Say watched her friend as she went to the entrance; and as Shotaye's form vanished in the dark passage Okoya emerged from it, coming toward his mother, slowly, shyly, but with a smile on his countenance. That was surely a good omen, and she anticipated the timid "guatzena" with which he was about to greet her by a warm and pleasant "raua opona."
Toward others he is ill-disposed; and his companion is worse yet, the old fiend." "Yes, but what can they gain by doing evil to others?" Okoya asked. "I don't know." "How can I know it, then? I am much younger, much less wise than you." Hayoue saw the candour of the boy and it troubled him.
This query Zashue negligently addressed to his brother, as if expecting the latter to inform him of the object of the interview. But it was Say Koitza who undertook the task of replying. In earnest and measured tones she said, "Umo, we have called and sent for you in order to tell you that Okoya, my child, your son, is going with the girl of Tyope.
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