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Say Koitza is good; she is better than most women at the Tyuonyi, far too good for my brother Zashue, and better than I or you. I know her well, and even if there should be witches, which I do not believe " A loud thunderpeal caused the mountains to tremble. Hayoue started, shook his head, and muttered, "They call loudly. It may be that there are witches.
But Hayoue positively declined, insisting that his clan had virtually ceased to exist on the Rito, and that it was his duty to follow his people in their distress. Zashue also spoke to the same effect. His wife Say Koitza and his children had disappeared, even to the little girl, whose brains were still clinging to the walls of the big house, against which the enemy had dashed her head.
All this has taken place in silence and secret, and nothing has come to the surface. The only thing that has become public is a general council, not merely of the delegates of clans with the yaya, but of the tribe. Hayoue assisted, with Zashue his brother. Tyope was present also, but he said nothing, and nobody requested him to speak.
Say Koitza was too much absorbed by her work to notice the change in her husband's manner at once. After a few moments of silence she reiterated her question. Zashue appeared to wake up; he started, saying, "I don't know; but why do you ask this?" The woman realized that her inquiry might have been imprudent, but with great assurance explained, "Because he is nashtio, and a great one at that.
The next morning her first task was to bury the last bunch of owl's feathers in the kitchen, close to the fireplace, where it was to protect her from the inroads of enemies. She felt weak but rather comfortable. Her only anxiety was now the return of her husband. Zashue came home at last, good-humoured as ever, but with a lively appetite akin to hunger.
"If Zashue is your father," continued he, and his eyes twinkled strangely, "Say Koitza must be your mother." "Of course," retorted the boy, to whom this interrogatory seemed ludicrous. "And Okoya your brother," the old man persisted. "Why do you ask all this?" inquired the child, laughingly. A look, piercing and venomous, darted from the eyes of the questioning man. He snarled angrily,
There is so much sand on the banks that the rain destroys all foot-marks." Zashue looked up; a thought had struck him like a flash. "Have you seen the ravine below here?" He pointed to the south. "How would it do for us to look there? The ravine comes from the river." "You are right," Hayoue assented, rising and moving slowly on.
Planted solidly on his feet, with legs well apart and both arms arched, he gapes and stares at everybody and everything, occasionally fixing his glance upon the resplendent sky overhead. In vain we search for Zashue and his elder son, Okoya. The mass of spectators hundreds are here already and more are coming constantly do not content themselves with devout and reverent admiration.
This was her affirmative reply to his wooing. Thereafter, Zashue visited the quarters of the Gourd people at the big house every night. Along the foot of the cliffs, in soft ground, and in a lonely sheltered spot, he meanwhile planted four stakes connected by cross-poles. From end to end cotton threads were drawn lengthwise, and here Zashue wove a cotton wrap day after day.
The other responded hastily, "And I tell you, Zashue Tihua, that I saw your wife sitting by the hearth with Shotaye," his voice trembled at the mention of her name, "and I heard when that mean, low aniehna" his eyes flashed, giving a terrible expression to his already monstrously disfigured countenance "spoke to the yellow corn!" "Did you understand what she said?" Zashue interjected.
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