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But Okoya stepped firmly on the arm of him who attempted to hold him back, so that the boy loosened his grip; then he jumped into the passage, where they could not see him. He disliked to have any one notice that he went to see Mitsha.
The appearance of Okoya and Mitsha on the roof attracts no attention. As long as the death-wail is not sounded, none but those of her clan have a right to be with the dying. Still one or other of the women casts an inquisitive glance at Mitsha; a slight shake of her head is sufficient answer to them. The young pair go to one side; he sits down on the parapet of the roof and she beside him.
"Still I don't trust him," Hayoue muttered. "Neither would I, if I were in your place," Zashue taunted, and a good-natured though mischievous smile lit up his features. "If I were you I would keep still better guard over Mitsha Koitza." "What have I to do with the child of Tyope," exclaimed the other, rather contemptuously. "Indeed?" queried Zashue, "so you, too, are against Tyope?
The two children stood there, he struggling to hide his grief, for it was unmanly to weep, and yet he was young and could not control his feelings; she, as a woman, feeling at liberty to weep. She wept, but silently and modestly. It grieved her to see him shed tears. He, too, felt for her; but it was soothing to his own grief that Mitsha mourned.
"Nothing; I like to see you go, for Mitsha is good and" her voice became a whisper "the Shiuana have thus disposed it. But" she spoke louder again "hear me, go to Mitsha, and to her alone." "But I cannot disown her mother and father." "You need do nothing of the kind unless you wish. Be pleasant to the man, as behooves you, but be careful.
Their eyes follow the dance, but their thoughts are elsewhere. Okoya whispers at last, "Sanaya is dying." Mitsha nods, and tears come to her eyes. Here she is not afraid to weep. Okoya continues, "I knew it would happen. Yonder" he points at the mountains "I heard the owl, and I knew it meant what is now coming upon us." The girl shudders.
Hannay awaited Okoya with impatience, but the youth had not appeared again. He was afraid of Tyope and also afraid of her. The warnings of his mother and Hayoue he had treasured deeply, and these warnings kept him away from the home of Mitsha. Still he longed to go there.
Everybody was very careful also not to wash, and Mitsha herself was as unkempt as any one else of her clan. Bearing the huashtanyi on her head, she was returning, when as she passed the corner of the big house her eyes discovered a man standing with his back turned to her, gazing at the cliffs. He seemed to face the dwellings of the Eagle clan.
"You have to make rain," said the youth; for such was the common belief among the younger people about the duties of the society. Hannay and Mitsha looked at each other smiling, the simple-mindedness of the boy amused them. "You are right," the woman informed him.
Look," and she took up the vessel again, pointing to its outside, where near the base she had painted two horned serpents encircling the foot of the bowl. "Tzitz shruy," she laughed merrily. The youth laughed, so did the women, all three enjoying themselves like big, happy children. "For whom did you make this?" Okoya now inquired. "For my father," Mitsha proudly replied.
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