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They descend hastily; Okoya remains standing in the middle of the room, and Mitsha goes over to him as soon as she has deposited her burden. As nobody notices her she grasps his hand, and he presses it softly with his own. Say Koitza remains in the same position as before, but she lies more extended, and her chest heaves no longer. The bystanders are motionless like statues, expectant.
While Tyope was prompted, by the grief and mourning that prevailed, to display fresh activity and resort to new intrigues; while at the same time his wife improved the occasion for her customary prying, listening, and gossip, their daughter, Mitsha, on the other hand, really mourned sincerely and grieved bitterly. She mourned for the dead with the candour of a child and the feeling of a woman.
At last a ray of light seemed to penetrate the darkness that shrouded Tyope's heart. Nacaytzusle was dead! The dangerous accomplice, the only one who might have told about Tyope's attempted conspiracy with the Navajos, was forever silenced. He felt relieved also to think that Mitsha had not become a prey to the savage, and it pleased him to hear Okoya praised.
Go and see the tapop. Tell him not the small talk about this and that, but what you have seen with your own eyes about Shotaye, that witch, that snake, of her dark ways, how she sneaked through the brush on the mesa, and how she found and gathered the plumage of the accursed owl. Tell him all, and I will carry Mitsha to your lodges, tied and gagged if needs be."
The mention of his mother creates a stir among the bystanders. They forget the dance and turn toward Mitsha. Shyuote still refuses to obey, but the others push him forcibly to the hatchway. Several of the women approach Mitsha, and one inquires of her in a subdued voice, "How goes it below?" The girl's eyes fill with tears. At last she whispers, "It goes to Shipapu."
With this she drew from under her wrap a heavy war-club; it was the same weapon which Tyope had used the night previous. The boy's arm remained uplifted, but still the attitude of the girl, her threatening look and resolute appearance, checked the assailants. Mitsha stood with apparent composure, but her eyes sparkled and the expression of her face denoted the utmost determination.
Her eyes remained fastened on his features; she was manifestly more and more pleased with his appearance. But at the same time she occasionally glanced toward her daughter Mitsha, and it struck her forcibly that Mitsha, too, was handsome. "I know who you are," she said smilingly. "You are Okoya Tihua, your little brother is called Shyuote, and Say Koitza is your mother's name.
"Who is the makatza, and to which hanutsh does she belong?" "She belongs to your people." "To Tyame? Who is her mother, and what is the name of the girl?" "She is called Mitsha Koitza; Tyope Tihua is her father, and her mother you know too. Is all that good also?" The maseua pressed his lips together firmly, energetically, lowered his eyelids, and gazed before him in silence.
And yet after all there was a cloud on his mind, not a very threatening one, yet a cloud such as accompanies us everywhere, marring our perfect happiness whenever we fancy we have attained it. Mitsha had said to him, while they were alone, "If you were only Koshare, the sanaya would give me to you." Okoya thereupon imagined that without Hannay's consent he could never obtain the maiden.
"Mitsha Koitza," she repeated, "where does she belong?" "Tyame hanutsh." "Who is her father?" "Tyope Tihua. Do you like her?" and he looked at his mother pleadingly, as if asking her forgiveness and her consent to his choice. The woman's brow clouded at the mention of a name so hateful to her. She looked hard at her son and said in a tone of bitter reproach, "And you go with that girl?"
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