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Updated: June 25, 2025
Nevertheless do as you like, for you know him better than I do." "He ought to come soon," Say said, and rose. She went out. A noise of quarrelling children was approaching the door. Soon she clearly distinguished the voice of Shyuote scolding. "Come with me, worm! Go home, frog!" he yelled, and mournful cries succeeded to his kind invitation.
She was older and taller than Shyuote. Seizing his raven locks she pulled him to the ground on his face, knelt on the prostrate form, and then and there gave the boy a series of energetic cuffs against which the youngster struggled and wriggled in the most desperate but absolutely ineffectual manner. The fair sex held the balance of power and wielded it.
"Will you go or not, you silly, lazy, good-for-nothing whelp! Go at once, or I will lead you where your father is;" and he pretended to rise. Shyuote had not noticed the presence of his uncle. His sudden appearance upon the scene was to him an unwelcome sight, and he sped away with unusual and commendable alacrity. Hayoue was greatly amused and laughed aloud.
She removed from the fire the sooty pot of clay in which venison cut in small pieces was stewing together with corn, dark beans, and a few roots and herbs as seasoning. Then she called out, "Shyuote, come and eat! Where is Okoya?" The latter alone heard the invitation, for Shyuote had gone to sleep on the hides. The elder brother shook him, and went into the kitchen.
But the house was too near, and he bethought himself of Shyuote and what the mischievous urchin might have done since he had left him. He entered the front room of his mother's dwelling with a lighter and easier mind than the day before, and what he saw at once diverted his thoughts into another widely different channel. Shyuote sat in a corner, and his eyes were red from crying.
He it was who called, and as soon as Okoya turned toward him he beckoned the youth to come nearer. Okoya's face darkened; he reluctantly complied, leaped over the ditch, walked up to the interlocutor, and stood still before him in the attitude of quiet expectancy with downcast eyes. Shyuote had dropped to the ground; the call did not interfere with his sobs; he pouted rather than grieved.
Beginning with the incident provoked by Shyuote, he confessed to the suspicions which it had aroused in his mind, and laid the whole process of his reasoning bare before his listener.
Look at my work; how even it is compared with yours!" The other girl shrugged her shoulders and retorted, "It may be, but it is not my fault, it is yours, Sayap. You did it yesterday when we beat off the boys. You pushed Shyuote against the wall and he thumped his head here. See, this is the mark where he struck the clay. You did this, Sayap, not I." Sayap laughed, and her buxom form shook.
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.
Shyuote ate longer; at last he wiped his mouth with the seam of his wrap, grumbled something intended for thanksgiving, and strolled back to his resting place in the front room. Okoya went out into the court-yard to be alone with his forebodings. The sight of his mother seemed oppressive to him.
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