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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Shyuote, what have you heard about the Koshare?" Instead of answering the child looked down, indifferent and silent, as if he had not heard the query. "What have you heard, boy?" continued the other. Shyuote shrugged his shoulders. He had no inclination to reply. "Why don't you answer?" Okoya persisted.
Issuing from the hatchway she quietly pushed the lad to one side; then, as in that moment one of his pursuers appeared on the roof, she stepped between him and Shyuote. "Get out of the way, Mitsha! Let me get at the wren!" cried the youth who had just climbed the roof. Shyuote fled to the very wall of the rock; he gave up all hope and thought himself lost. But the girl quietly asked,
It vexed him, and he inquired rather gruffly what he had to say. Shyuote made a very wise and important face, placed a finger to his lips, and whispered, "The Koshare Naua told me to tell you that you should go to see him, not to-morrow, but the day after, when the moon goes behind the mountains." "Is that all!" exclaimed Zashue, disappointed and angry, "is that all you had to say?
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."
Two of them wore heavy necklaces of green stones, red pebbles, and shell beads. The last comer carried only a single string of shell beads with an iridescent conch fastened to it in front. Ear-pendants of turquoises hung from the ears of all three. The attention of the girl with the urn on her head soon rested on Shyuote, and she was the first to break the silence by a hearty peal of laughter.
"In that case we shall be four already. How often have I told you, satyumishe, that Okoya is good. He is a man; I saw it when he struck Nacaytzusle, the young Moshome." The elder brother said nothing. He acknowledged the wrong he had done his eldest child. In case Say Koitza, in case Shyuote were still alive, it would be owing to that elder son of his.
Once in the corn he felt safe, and was about to cross the brook to the south side, when the willows bordering the streamlet rustled and tossed, and a voice called to him from the thicket, "Where are you going, uak?" Shyuote stopped, and looked around for the speaker; but nobody was visible.
Shyuote, frightened at his wild and menacing attitude, and ignorant of the real cause of his brother's excitement, raised his hand to his forehead and began to sob. A shout coming from the immediate vicinity aroused and startled Okoya. A voice called out to him, "Umo!" He looked around in surprise. They were standing close to the cultivated plots, and a man loomed up from between the maize-plants.
He liked to have Shyuote around him when he was at work. Throwing a small, sharp stone-splinter toward the boy, he called out to him, "Come, take this okpanyi and begin weeding where you stand. Weed toward us until we meet, and we will go home together to the yaya." This was still further a source of displeasure to Shyuote, who above all things disliked work.
Shyuote stumbled across the patches of corn, rather than walked through them. He felt sad, dejected, and very wrathful. All the buoyancy with which his victory over the girls had inspired him was gone. Since that heroic feat nothing but ill-luck had crossed his path.
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