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Updated: May 14, 2025
All sounds of merriment above were hushed, nothing moved but the men and the night wind rustling through the shrubbery. At the foot of the high hill other Indians came up; these were armed, and they followed the group. All this looked ominous. They were no longer treated as guests; they were prisoners! Zashue was not so much surprised as Hayoue, for he had always mistrusted. Hayoue inwardly raved.
A certain evening when Zashue was sure to be absent, owing to a gathering of the Koshare, was appointed for the purpose. On that evening the two women sat alone in the kitchen. Okoya was away in the estufa of Tanyi hanutsh. The two younger children were fast asleep in the outer room. It was a cold night, but the fire on the hearth had almost completely subsided, only a few embers remaining.
The strong young man was tired, almost exhausted from endless roaming, searching, spying, and from hunger and thirst combined. Zashue took a more southeasterly direction, so that both struck the brink of the ravine at some distance apart. From the brink they looked down into a deep cleft, at the bottom of which the little Rio de Santa Fé winds its course toward the Rio Grande.
"And yet you must hear about it, for Mitsha is a daughter of the Koshare." "She is not Koshare herself, her mother only and Tyame hanutsh are entitled to speak." Zashue was becoming impatient. "Hachshtze," Say interfered, "I know that you are not fond of Okoya. Still he is good." "Far better than Shyuote," interjected the younger brother. She continued,
"Neither do I take part in it without request from Okoya," answered Hayoue, sharply. "But Okoya has spoken to me about it and begged me to see his mother in his behalf. I have therefore a right to be here and to speak." "We expect sa nashtio also," the woman remarked. "Nashtio! Who? Tyope?" Zashue looked at his wife in surprise. "Tyope!" Say exclaimed, "he shall never cross my threshold.
But above all, Zashue felt strong misgivings in regard to the reception which he and his brother, both armed as they were, might find at Hashyuko. Under different circumstances he would have gone to the Tanos without any fear, and would have entered the village as a guest.
We are leaving the Tyuonyi; and behold, if we find our people there can be no lack of food wherever we dwell. I am Cuirana, you are Koshare. I pray and fast for the growing corn, you do the same for the ripening of the grain. It will be well." "If Shyuote is alive he will help me." Zashue uttered these words timidly. "Okoya will help me;" Hayoue spoke with great assurance.
Zashue denied it positively, and added, "The Naua is out of doors." "In that case it is our people again who have to suffer." His passion was aroused; he cried, rather than spoke "The Shyuamo never suffer anything. Who knows but the shuatyam, Tyope, and the old one have again done something to harm us!" Ere Zashue could reply to this sally the young man had left the cave.
At last, as Shotaye did not return, Zashue stealthily arose, removed one of the heavy grinding-plates from its frame, and placed it across the mouth of the gangway. Then he stretched himself at full length on the floor with his back leaning against the slab. Hayoue watched him and chuckled.
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?
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