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He did not really care to go there, for since the time when he and Tyope had searched the rooms, Zashue had kept rather away from his spouse. He did not suspect her any longer; but the very conviction on his part that she was innocent, and that consequently he had wronged her, kept him away from her presence. The weaker a man is, the less he likes to acknowledge guilt.
He looked down again, angry. Zashue endeavoured to give him a warning sign, but Hayoue saw it not. The old man smiled. Afterward he translated to the Tanos what had been said. His communication excited considerable attention. At the close of his speech, one of the medicine-men replied in a few words. The interpreter turned again to the Queres, asking,
Okoya's handsome figure attracted her attention, and she stepped nearer, eyeing him closely. "Where do you belong?" she inquired in a quieter tone. "I am Tanyi." "Who is your father?" "Zashue Tihua." The woman smiled; she moved still nearer to the young man and continued, "I know your father well. He is one of us, a Koshare."
After all, death would put an end to everything; it is beautiful at Shipapu, there is constant dancing and singing; the girls are always young and the women never too old. Hayoue's hand was again grasped by one of the guards, and he was motioned to descend into the apartment below. Zashue had to follow.
They are alone. Neither has found anything yet. Zashue rises to go where his brother is sitting. As the latter perceives him he points with his arm to the east. There at the farthest end of the plain, at the foot of the high cloud-veiled mountains, a long row of foot-hills recedes in an angle. To this angle Hayoue is pointing.
Still they are at heart nearly the same Indians we found them in this story. I could introduce you to Hayoue, to Zashue, to Okoya, and the rest. If we strike the time well, you may witness the Koshare at their pranks, and in their full, very unprepossessing ceremonial toggery. At Cochiti we take a guide, possibly Hayoue, and proceed northward in the direction of the Rito.
Thence sounded the merriment, and the woman recognized familiar voices. Surely enough Hayoue was there; and there could be no mistake, that clear good-natured laugh was from Zashue himself. Shotaye dropped the curtain and turned back considerably relieved.
It was hard for the proud, self-glorious young warrior; it was not only hard but if he took into consideration his overbearing manner toward Zashue, a punishment justly merited. Hayoue hung his head, crestfallen and in bitter wrath. At last some one came down the steep hill, muttered a few words, and the ascent began.
"Come, satyumishe, the Naua is expecting us, and in his presence we shall speak further. Our father is wise and will teach our hearts." Say Koitza's husband stood motionless, looking away from his friend. "Come," Tyope urged, placing his hand on the other's shoulder. Zashue at last turned around and reluctantly followed him. Both went toward the new estufa of the Maize clan.
And when all that was finished the old man was not ready; and so they are waiting and waiting, and autumn is here in all its beauty, and Hayoue and Zashue, Zashue as well as Hayoue, begin to chafe; but it is of no avail; they must wait.
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