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Still I have one scalp," he added with simple satisfaction. "Hayoue has many, many! How many have you brought home?" Tyope cast his eyes to the ground. "None," he breathed; he could not conceal his contrition and shame. Kauaitshe made no remark. He was not malicious. "From the great house they ran into that of Tyame hanutsh. There they killed your wife." "And Mitsha, my daughter?"
From the day when Okoya for the first time trod the roof of her dwelling in order to protect Mitsha, she had set her cap for him. But she knew that there was no love on the part of Tyope for the relatives of Okoya, paternal or maternal, and she was too much afraid of him to venture open consent to a union that might be against his wishes.
Mitsha avoided the Navajo; and when Nacaytzusle attempted to press his suit, the girl repelled his addresses in a manner that showed her aversion to him beyond any possible question.
She is a good woman, but" and she shrugged her shoulders "always sick. Have you any cotton?" she suddenly asked, looking squarely into the eyes of the boy. "No," he replied, and his features coloured visibly, "but I have some handsome skins." Mitsha too seemed embarrassed; she started to go into the room below, but her mother called her back. The faces of both young people became fiery red.
"That I cannot tell you," said the woman. "Only the Shiuana know. Besides, there are bad people who stop the rain from coming." "How can they do that?" cried both Okoya and Mitsha in surprise, neither of them having heard as yet of such a thing. "I must not tell you that," said Hannay, with a mysterious and important air; "you are too young to know it.
And she relied also upon the influence Mitsha would exert upon her future husband, taking it for granted that her child had the same low standards as her parents. That child Hannay regarded merely as a resource, as valuable property, marketable and to be disposed of to the most suitable bidder. In her eyes Okoya appeared as a very desirable one.
Mitsha moved closer to him. With innocent pride she saw his beaming looks, and heard the admiring exclamations with which he pointed at the various figures painted on the white surface. Then she began to explain to him. "Lightning," said she, indicating with her finger a sinuous black line that issued from one side of the arches resting on a heavy black dash.
This was early in the morning; but afterward, when I was sitting alone here and the Shiuana called loudly above during the storm, it seemed to me as if some kopishtai whispered, 'Mitsha is good, she is as good as Okoya; she will belong to him, and not to her mother, much less to her father. And as I was thinking, I heard the kopishtai again, saying to me, 'Okoya is good; he is your child, and Mitsha will become your daughter, for she is of your father's own blood. And as the kopishtai thus spoke, the Shiuana thundered louder and more loud.
It increased his already uneasy feelings. The fear that Mitsha would be given him only on condition that he became Koshare was now stronger than ever, and his prospects appeared still further complicated in the light of Hayoue's disclosures. Nevertheless, nothing was absolutely certain so far; and he could not precipitate matters. In his case, too, there was nothing left but to wait.
"See here," the woman cried and turned around. He dropped the girl's hand and Hannay handed something to him. "Mitsha made this." Then she sat down again. The object which Okoya had received from her was a little bowl of clay, round, and decorated on its upper rim with four truncated and graded pyramids that rose like prongs at nearly equal intervals.
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