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Their desire was to descend into the gorge to search for traces of those whom they longed for. The descent was impracticable from where they had stopped. A rim of vertical cliffs of lava and trap formed the upper border of the cleft. Suddenly Hayoue exclaimed, "Umo, they are not down here, or we should see them from above.
Starting in surprise and hastily rising, Okoya called into the house, "Yaya, sa umo, 'Mother, my grandfather!" The old man gave a friendly nod to his grandchild, and crossed the threshold, stooping low. Still lower the tall form had to bend while entering the kitchen door. He announced his coming to the inmate in a husky voice and the common formula, "Guatzena!"
"That is not why I called you, umo," Okoya continued; "it is because the Koshare know that I dislike them." "What if they do know it?" "But they might harm me!" "They cannot. Otherwise I should have been harmed by them long ago. But I don't care for them." Okoya shook his head and muttered, "I am afraid of the Koshare." The other shrugged his shoulders. "I am not," he said.
After the third umo, however, he glanced around, saw Okoya beckoning to him, and came down to the brook. Yawning and rubbing his eyes he sat down, and Okoya said, "Satyumishe, I want to speak to you. Will you listen to my speech?" Hayoue smiled good-naturedly, but looked rather indifferent or absent-minded as he replied, "I will; what is it about? Surely about Mitsha, your girl.
"I know, father, that you do as the customs of the Zaashtesh require," he held himself erect with an attempt at pride, for he felt that in the present instance his personality and word represented customs which were law, "but I do not know that I shall tell you so or not. Do you understand me, umo?"
"Umo, you have sent for me and I have come. But if you are engaged, or have no time now, I do not mind returning again." There was a decided irony in the manner in which the old man uttered these words, and Hoskanyi felt it. He rose quickly, gathered a few robes, and spread them on the ground.
The tapop broke the silence by turning officially to the principal shaman and asking him, "Sa umo yaya, what do you hold concerning the demand of our children from Shyuamo?" The Chayan raised his face, his eyes sparkled. He gave his reply in a positive tone, "I hold it is well, provided Tzitz hanutsh is satisfied."
Shyuote, frightened at his wild and menacing attitude, and ignorant of the real cause of his brother's excitement, raised his hand to his forehead and began to sob. A shout coming from the immediate vicinity aroused and startled Okoya. A voice called out to him, "Umo!" He looked around in surprise. They were standing close to the cultivated plots, and a man loomed up from between the maize-plants.
None of us at the Tyuonyi is as strong and wise as he was." "How could the Moshome kill him, if he was such a great warrior," Okoya naïvely inquired. "See, satyumishe, he was struck from behind. In this way a Moshome may kill a bear, and so yai shruy destroys the strongest mokatsh. Sa umo had no weapons, neither bow nor arrow nor club.
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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