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Why did they call him down at all? It would have been much nicer upstairs where there are Koshare to be seen. He knows well enough that sanaya is sick, but as long as she has such good rest she ought to feel well. A child is not afraid of a dying mother, and when she has breathed her last is convinced that she must be happy. To be well is compatible in the minds of children only with life.
Don't you know, sister, that you are safe from them now, and that they cannot injure you any more?" Say Koitza shook her head gloomily and replied, pointing to her ear and eye, "Sanaya, what the ear hears and the eye sees, the heart must fain believe." "Then speak to me; tell me, sa uishe, what it is that your ear has heard, your eye has seen, that makes your heart so sad."
"You lie! There is no dance now." Anxiously and eagerly Zashue cried, "There will certainly be a dance. Three days hence we shall dance the ayash tyucotz!" And Hayoue, who until then had quietly enjoyed the dialogue, now interjected emphatically, "Certainly, sanaya, in three days." "What will you give me if I bring them?" came the dull query again from within. "A hide." "Go!
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.
With this he dashed into the inner door and stood there, the very incarnation of dirt. He had been playing at Delight Makers in the mud-puddles outside with some of his comrades, and was covered with splashes of mud from head to foot. Say bounded from her seat and pushed back the forward youngster. "Who is with you, sanaya?" he inquired, while retreating. "Nobody, you water-mole!
Tell me, yaya, how it is that this morning, when I said to you that I was going with Mitsha Koitza, you grew angry at me, and now you say it is right? Tell me, sanaya, how it comes about that you like the girl in the evening, whereas in the morning she was not precious to you?" His mother smiled. She sat down beside him, and her face almost touched his own.
To those below this appeared decidedly entertaining; the men especially enjoyed the performance, but Mitsha felt sorry, she disliked to see her mother display such frenzy and to hear her use such vulgar language. She pulled her wrap, saying, "It is enough now, sanaya. Don't you see that those who wanted to hurt me are gone? Their fathers and mothers are not guilty.
"But, sanaya," she asked, "how can they harm you and let me go free? Am I not as guilty as you? What you did, was it not for me, for my good? Why may I not go along if they send you to our mother at Shipapu?" "Hush, sa uishe," the other retorted. "Do not speak thus. I have led you to do things which those on high do not like, so I alone must suffer.
He screams and struggles to free himself. Again the voice of the maiden is heard; this time it is louder and the tone commanding. "Shyuote!" "She is calling you, uak," the man says who has saved the brat. "I won't go," retorts our old friend Shyuote, for he it is who attempts to play at Koshare here. "Shyuote, come to sanaya!" again calls the maiden.
"It is well, and it is good for him and for the tribe," the old man asserted. "Afterward he came and said, 'Sanaya, I am going with that makatza; does she please you? I believe that was right also?" "It was right." The woman omitted the incident of her quarrel with Okoya as well as her interview with Shotaye, and said, "He also went to Hayoue and told him to speak to me for him.
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