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Updated: May 19, 2025
So one day towards evening, when Katipah, alone upon the shore, had let her kite and her little one go up to the fleecy edges of a cloud through which the golden sunlight was streaming, Bimsha came softly behind and with a sharp knife cut the string by which alone the kite was held from falling. "Oh, silly Bimsha!" cried Katipah, "what have you done that for?"
Bimsha turned pale and cold with envy to hear her say that, for she feared that Katipah was too good and simple to tell her an untruth, even in mockery. But she put a brave face upon the matter, saying only, "I will believe in that fine husband of yours when I see him!" "Oh, you will see him," answered Katipah, "if you look high enough!
Up in air the kite made a far plunge forward, fluttered and stumbled in its course, and came shooting headlong to earth. "Oh dear!" cried Katipah, "it my beautiful little kite gets torn, Bimsha, that will be your fault!" When the kite fell, it lay unhurt on one of the soft sandhills that ringed the bay; but no sign of the child was to be seen.
To-morrow you shall travel with me all over the world; you shall not stay in one land any more. Now give me our son; for a little while I must take him from you. To prove your courage you must find your own way out of this trouble which you have got into through making a fool of Bimsha."
Bimsha came out of her door, and looking across to Katipah, cried, "Well, Katipah, and where is your fine husband to-day?" "My husband is gone out," said Katipah, "but if you care to look you can see my baby. It is ever so much more beautiful than yours."
As soon as Bimsha heard that, she ran and got a big kite, and fastening her own child into the strings, started it to fly. "Do not think," cried the envious woman, "that you are the only one whose child is to be clothed in gold! My child is as good as yours any day; wait, and you shall see!"
And all the way to prison Bimsha followed, mocking her, and asking, "Tell us, Katipah, where is your fine husband now?" In the night the West Wind came and tapped at the prison window, and called tenderly, "Katipah, Katipah, are you there?"
So Katipah gathered up her field-sorrel, and went away home and ate her solitary midday meal with a mixture of pride and sorrow in her timid little breast. "Some day, when I am grown brave," she thought, "Gamma-gata will come back to me; but he will not come yet." In the evening Bimsha looked over the fence and jeered at her.
But he is far away over your head, Bimsha; and you will not hear him beating me at night, for that is not his way!" At this soft answer Bimsha went back into her house in a fury, and Katipah laughed to herself. Then she sighed, and said, "Oh, Gamma-gata, return to me quickly, lest my word shall seem false to Bimsha, who hates me!"
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