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His face twisted with jealous rage as he heard Annadoah calling to the speeding Ootah. His narrow eyes glittered vindictively. Turning on his heel he entered Sipsu's dwelling place. Sipsu sat on the floor near his oil lamp. When Maisanguaq entered he did not stir.
Of late years Sipsu's conjurations for recovery had resulted in few cures; his heart was not in them; but with greater vehemence did he enter upon seances of malediction. With almost unerring exactness he prophesied many deaths. For this the tribe did not love him. Nor did Sipsu love the tribe; especially did he hate the youthful, and those who courted and were newly wed.
They spoke to me; I was silent; thereafter, when I called they answered. What wouldst thou?" Maisanguaq indicated the blubber. "I would thou call them now; that they release the glaciers, that Ootah may be carried to his death. I hate Ootah, I would that he die." He shook his fist. Sipsu's body quivered from head to foot. "Ootah hath never consulted my familiar spirits," he rejoined bitterly.
When Maisanguaq touched his shoulder, he turned with a growl. "Canst thou invoke the curse of death upon one who goes hunting upon the seas?" Through the rheum of years Sipsu's eyes gleamed. The aged, gnarled thing found voice. It was hollow and thin. "Ha, thou art Maisanguaq," his toothless jaws chattered. "Thou bearest no one good will. Seldom dost thou smile. For this I like thee."
He listened to the breathing. It was a woman's breathing; he would chance it. He pressed against her side softly but firmly, and felt her start at the contact. Again he waited, till a questioning hand slipped down upon his head and paused among the curls. The next instant the hand turned his face gently upward, and he was gazing into Sipsu's eyes. She was quite collected.
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