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(The girls retire after dropping their gifts in the Chisera's basket.)
(A little stiffly.) You have no need of gifts. Am I not young, even as you? Should you pray for your lover any more or less for the sake of a few beads?
(Anxiously.) Be not angry, Chisera. They would repay you for the dancing and the singing.
(The Chisera gathers up the gifts that the older women have brought and goes into the hut. The girls take up their gifts, puzzled.)
I am afraid you have vexed her with your foolish quest.
Has the Chisera a lover also, that she speak so?
It is not possible and we not know of it, for since her father's death if any sought her hand in marriage, he must come to my husband in the matter of dowry.
No fear that any will come while she is still the Chisera.
She is the wisest of us all.
Wisdom is good as a guest, but it wears out its welcome when it sits by the hearth-stone.
She has great power with the gods.
So much so that if she had a husband, he dare not beat her lest she run and tattle to them.
She is our Chisera, and there is not another like her between Tehachappi and Tecuya. If she were wearied with stooping and sweating, if she were anxious with bearing and rearing, how could she go before the gods for us?
Aye, that is the talk in the wickiups, that we must hold her apart from us to give her room for her great offices, but I have always said – but I am old and nobody minds me – I have always said that if she had loved as we love and had borne as we have borne, she would be the more fitted to entreat the gods that we may not lose.
(As the Chisera comes out of the hut.) If you are angry, Chisera, turn it against our enemies of Castac.
You know that I cannot curse.
Is it true, Chisera, that you make no bad medicine?
Many kinds of sickness I can cure, and give easy childbirth. I can bring rain, and give fortune in the hunt, but of the making of evil spells I know nothing.
But your father, the medicine man – he was the dread and wonder of the tribes.
Aye, my father could kill by a spell, and make a wasting sickness with a frown, but he thought such powers not proper to women: therefore he taught me none.
But you will bring a blessing on the battle? Oh, Chisera, they do not tell us women, but we hear it whispered about the camp that the men of Castac are five and twenty, and even with the youths who go to their first battle we cannot make a score of ours. It is the Friend of the Soul of Man must make good our numbers.
Even now I go to prepare strong medicine.
Come away, then, and leave the Chisera to her work. (Going.)
May the gods befriend you. If we have your blessing, we care little for another's curse. (Going.)
Stay. After all, we are but women together, and if a woman may give counsel, women may hear it.
Would we might hear yours to-day!
When the smoke of the medicine fire arises, so as to be seen from the spring, do you come up along the creek as far as the black rock.
Yes, yes!
When you hear the medicine rattles, stand off by the toyon.
By the toyon – yes!
But when the rattles are stopped, and the singing falls off, come up very softly, not to disturb the Council, and hear what the gods have said. If the men speak against it, I will stand for you.
Our thanks to you, Chisera, for this kindness.
And though you are a Chisera, and have strange intercourse with the gods, I know you a woman, by this token.
Doubt it not, but go.
Come away, girls.
(They go out, the girls with them. But Bright Water lingers, and comes back to the Chisera.)
Chisera —
Chief's daughter?
Call me by my name.
Bright Water, what would you have of me?
Can you – will you make a charm for one going out to battle whose name is not spoken?
How shall the gods find him out, if he is not to be named?
(Earnestly.) Oh, he is handsome and strong in the shoulders; the muscles of his back are laced like thongs. He is the bravest —
(Laughing.) Chief's daughter, whenever I have made love charms, they have been for men handsome and strong in the back.
(Abashed.) I know not how to describe him.
(Still smiling.) And his name is not to be spoken? (Bright Water continues to look down at her moccasin.) If I had something of his: something he had shaped with his hands or worn upon his person, that I could make medicine upon —
Like this?
(Takes amulet from her neck and holds it out.)
(Taking it.) Did he give you this?
He made it.
(Examining it.) It is skillfully fashioned.
Will it answer?
To make a spell upon? Yes, if you can spare it.
Shall I have it again?
When the time is past for which the spell is made.
Make it, then; a powerful medicine against ill fortune in battle. And this for your pains, Chisera. (Holds out bracelet.)
(Proudly.) I want no gifts. Keep your bracelet.
(With equal pride.) The Chief's daughter asks no favors.
But if a Chisera choose to confer them? (With sudden feeling.) What question is there between us of Chief's daughter and Chisera? We are two women, and young.
(Uncertainly.) The Chisera is the friend of the gods.
And therefore not the friend of any tribeswoman? (Passionately.) Oh, I am weary of the friendship of the gods! If I have walked in the midnight and heard what the great ones have said, is that any reason I should not know what a man says to a maid in the dusk – or do a kindness to my own kind – or love, and be beloved?
(Moved.) Therefore take it (offering bracelet again) as one woman from another – and you shall make a charm for me for love.
(Taking the gift.) I shall make it as though I loved him myself.
(Startled.) Oh, I did not say I loved him.
(Smiling.) No?
(Studying the pattern of her moccasin.) Is it true, Chisera, that you have been called to the Council that decides upon the war leader who is to be chosen in my father's place?
I am to inquire of the gods concerning it.
(Diffidently.) Chisera, I have heard – my father thinks – Simwa, the Arrow-Maker, is well spoken of.
(The first note of the love call is heard far up the cliffs. The Chisera starts and controls herself.)
(Coldly, in dismissal.) Simwa needs the good word of no man. It shall be as the gods determine.
(Goes over to hut. The love call sounds nearer.)
(After a moment's hesitation.) Farewell, Chisera. (She goes.)
(Looking up the trail.) Ah, Simwa, Simwa, what bond there is between us, when, if I but pronounce thy name in my heart, thy voice answers.
(The love call is repeated far up the cliffs above her hut, and she answers it, singing:)
Over-long are thy feet on the trails,
O Much Desired!!
Dost thou not hear afar what my blood whispers,
Betraying my heart as the whir
Of the night-moth's wings betray the lilies?
(As she sings, Simwa, in full war dress, comes dropping down, hand over hand, from the rocks, until he stands beside her.)
Did you not hear me when first I called?
I heard you, Most Desired. When do I not? Even when I sleep, my heart wakes to hear you. The women have been with me.
You know, then?
That this very night a war party of ours must go out to meet the Castacs.
And before that there will be a Council to choose a war leader? Has the Chief told you?
Not since this latest word, but yesterday he bid me prepare a strong medicine, for he thought the election would be made by lot. But I did not tell him, O Much Desired, that I had already made medicine a night and a day to let the choice fall on you. A day and a night by Deer Leap on Toorape, where never foot but mine had been, I made medicine, and the answer is sure.
That I shall get the leadership?
When have the gods denied me anything that I asked for your sake, Arrow-Maker of Sagharawite?
The Padahoon hunts on a cold trail, and there is nothing for me to do?
(He sits on the bank and the Chisera sits below him.)
Beloved, there is much to do, for before the shadow which lies between my feet has grown tall again, I must make medicine for the sake of this war; and I have spent so much on you, the power goes from me. Now, you must put your hand upon my heart, and nurse it warm, so that the people lack nothing of their Chisera.
Is that good, Chisera? (Puts his arm about her.)
Very good, Friend of my heart. (She leans upon his arm.)
(Quickened by the caress.) Chisera, what did you do before I came?
Oh, then I lived in the dream of you. When I ran in the trails, my heart expected you at every turn, and in the dark of the hut the sense of you brooded on my sleep. But I thought it was all for the gods.
(Fatuously.) Until I came.
Did I tell you, Simwa, that day when first you found me dancing in the sun – you had been gathering eagle's feathers for your arrows, do you remember? – I thought that day that you were of the gods yourself, for I was sick with longing, and the spring was in my blood.
And when I came again, what did you think?
That you were the man most deserving their favor, and that all the medicine I had learned until then was merely that I might persuade them for your sake.
(Sitting up.) Chisera, when you go up to the Friend of the Soul of Man, you cannot be always asking for the tribespeople. Do you not sometimes ask for yourself?
What should I ask for when I have your love?
For friends, perhaps, who are to be rewarded, or those who have done you injuries? (Watching her.)
(Laughing.) Once, Simwa, before I was sure of you, I made a singing medicine to draw you from the camp. And you came, Arrow-Maker of Sagharawite, you came. (Laying her hands on his bosom.) Did you not feel me draw you?
Often and often, as it were a tie-rope in my bosom between us. (Letting go her hands and stretching himself preparatory to rising.) But I did not think it was your medicine.
What then?
(Rising and walking about.) Your beauty and the wonder of your dancing.
Tell me, Simwa, in the beginning I know you did not believe; but now you understand the power I have from the Friend of the Soul of Man?
Surely; now that I am about to be made war leader by means of it.
(Rising and going back to the feathering of the prayer-stick.) But I have heard the women gossiping at the spring —
What did they say?
That Simwa does not believe in charms and scoffs at the gods.
That was true (recovering) – once. But now that I am become the most notable arrow-maker in Sagharawite —
Now – now you do not scoff at the Chisera?
(Embarrassed.) But it is not always well for a man to say what he thinks. If I were to tell in the campody whence my good fortune is, would not Padahoon do me some mischief for it?
But, Simwa, am I never to come to you as other women to the wickiups of their husbands?
What need, Chisera, when I come so often to yours?
The need of women to serve openly where they love.
But what service could you do me when you had lost the respect of the tribesmen? You know the tribal custom. It is not for the friend of the gods to dig roots and dress venison.
(Throws himself on the bank beside her.)
I have not found the gods any the less friendly since I have loved, Arrow-Maker; and I know not why it should seem strange to others that I should know love as – as we have known it. Only to-day the girls of the village came to me to buy a charm to keep their lovers safe in war. There was not one but dared to ask, even though she would not speak her lover's name for bashfulness. See, one of them gave me this to make medicine upon.
(Taking it.) Bright Water gave you this?
(Surprised.) How did you know?
I thought you said – that is, I have seen her wear it. Did she tell you from whom she had it?
Not by his name, but by the way he looked to her.
How was that?
As every lover looks to every maid – tall and strong and straight of back. Even as you look to me, Beloved.
(Relieved, giving back the amulet.) May your medicine preserve him. And, as for me, Chisera, I wish I could persuade the tribesmen to look as favorably on me as you do.
But you have no enemies.
The Sparrow Hawk, without doubt. Could you give me a curse for him?
(Rising.) Ah, you should not have asked me that. Never since my father died have I thought to regret that he did not teach me the making of evil medicine. Would I had all the curses in the world! (Turning piteously to him.) But you do not love me any the less because I have not one little, little curse to give you?
No, it is nothing. No curse can reach me past your blessing. But I would not have thought the old man would leave you wholly unprotected. Why, even I could wrong you, and, without a curse (trying to speak lightly) you could not punish me for it.
If no one does me no more wrong than you, Simwa, I need no cursing. But, in truth, my father did give me – Ah, now I have thought of another gift for you, Arrow-Maker of Sagharawite! Before he died, the medicine man, my father – did I not tell you? (she rummages eagerly in her medicine bag) – gave me this magic arrow against my evil hour. (Drawing it out.) See how heavy it is, and how the blood drain is cut in a medicine writing round and round the shaft.
What magic has it?
That however far and feebly it is shot, it flies straight to the mark, over hills and high mountains, in the dark or light, and death rides upon its shaft. (Laughing.) Why, you could kill even me with this arrow. See, I have tied it in your quiver, so that you may not mistake it and shoot it away on any slight occasion. It is my latest gift to you, Beloved.
Thanks for the gift, Chisera. Now give me the quiver. I must join the others before the Council. The fighting men were painting their faces when I came.
(A war-whoop is heard at a distance.)
I hear shouting.
I must go quickly. I would not have Padahoon find me here.
Yes, he would brood upon it like a sage hen, until he had hatched mischief. Oh, Simwa, though I have prayed the gods until they and I are weary, to keep you safe in this war, yet my heart shakes to see you go. There is a beating in my breast as of the wings of vultures after battle.
You have wearied yourself too much making medicine. If you have no more faith in the gods, have a little in me. If I can go out of Sagharawite as war leader, I shall come back with the spoil of Castac. (Shouts are heard nearer than before.) Now I go quickly! (He turns carelessly from her lingering caress and crosses to the toyon, starting back at the sight of Padahoon, moving noiselessly through the chaparral, blanketed and watchful.) What! Has the Sparrow Hawk eaten when-o-nabe that he must visit the Chisera on the eve of Council?
I come from the Chief – but I had not expected to find Simwa, the scoffer, before me.
(Uneasily.) I have been gathering eagles' feathers for my arrows under Toorape.
Quite so – and are not the first hunter to find the shortest way past the house of the Medicine Woman. But it is well known that Simwa seeks no charms for himself. The Chief has been asking for you.
(He passes on to the Chisera, standing stiffly with strained attention by her hut. Simwa hesitates, recovers himself, and passes out with the appearance of indifference.)
Chisera, Rain Wind, Chief of Sagharawite, greets you, and bids me say that at the moth-hour he will be here with the fighting men to invite the favor of the gods in this war with Castac.
And before that – ?
There will be a Council —
To choose a war leader.
So the Chief has said.
And it is the purpose of the Council to put this election to the gods?
It may come to that – (A pause.) Chief Rain Wind is a dotard. What should a woman know of these matters?
All that the gods are thinking in their hearts.
The gods, aye! But what word have the gods of the affairs of Sagharawite except as you carry it? Now between us – Chisera —
What is there between us, Padahoon, that our talk should be otherwise than appears at the Council?
There should be a matter of two doeskins, tanned white and fine (he produces them from under his blanket) if the gods are friendly. Look, Chisera!
(He spreads them out before the Chisera, who is seated by the hut, feathering a prayer-stick.)
(Dropping the doeskins negligently.) Oh, the man can make an arrow.
But not lead a war party?
A war leader, Chisera, should be neither old and timid, nor young and overbold, but of middle years and discretion; not so hot in his heart that his head cannot reason with it, nor so reasonable that it cools his heart.
(As he stands again, his hands are folded inside his arms; he is not so sure of his errand.)
Like … Padahoon.
(Wheedling.) What will the gods think of a blanket of the Navajoes (he spreads it out before her) – thick and fine – and four strings of shells – and a cake of mesquite meal – ?
Are the gods a-cold, Padahoon, that you bring them a blanket? Is there hunger in their camp, think you?
Let the things stay in yours, Chisera; they will remind you to speak well of me when you go before the Friend of the Soul of Man.
Put up your pack, Padahoon!
It is a little matter, Chisera; a handful of sticks thrown on the ground. What should the gods care for a handful of sticks? And the blanket is very thick. Shall I leave it a little while, that you may admire it?
Put up your pack, Padahoon, and learn not to think so lightly of the gods, lest they visit it upon you!
(Reluctantly putting up the bribe; after a pause, revolving new measures.) Chisera, this is a man's business which comes before you in the Council. Will you hear man-talk from me?
Is it possible the Sparrow Hawk does so much credit to my understanding?
Chisera, we have had peace now at Sagharawite so many summers that scarcely a man of us besides myself has seen battle; also we are a little outnumbered. Have you thought, Chisera, what will come to Sagharawite if we go out under an untried leader?
What will come will be as the gods determine. What reason have you to think they will favor you more than Simwa?
It is my experience, Chisera, that the gods are inclined to the better man. And, look you, Chisera, this is perhaps my last chance to serve my people. Comes another war, if there are enough of us left after this to make another war possible, I shall be too old for leadership. And I have that in me which I would prove before I die. This is man-talk, Chisera. Do you understand it?
I understand that you want greatly this election, but I can do nothing except as the gods declare. Put up your pack, Padahoon, I have work to do. (Rising.)
(Putting up his pack.) How much did Simwa give you?
(Startled.) Simwa! (Recovering herself.) The Arrow-Maker of Sagharawite leaves all higher matters where they belong.
Simwa put trust in the gods! Simwa believe that by singing and dancing and waving of arms, with a rag of buckskin and a hair of your head and three leaves of a seldom-flowering plant, you can turn the fortunes of war? This will be news for the fighting men, Chisera.
(Quivering, but controlling herself.) Padahoon, now by this I am minded to prove what the gods can do against tale-bearers and snakes in the grass! (Balancing her medicine stick for a moment, she seems on the point of invoking the gods against him, but thinks better of it.) Nay, but the gods have greater affairs. (Sound of the drums in the direction of the camp.) Now I go to prepare strong medicine so that you shall know, Padahoon, how the gods choose between you and the Arrow-Maker.
(She goes into the hut and lets fall the curtain.)
(Enter Pamaquash, Yavi, and other youths to prepare for the Council.)
Is the Chisera advised of the Council?
Even now she prepares herself in the wickiup. Where is the Chief?
He stays only until the fighting men are gathered together.
I will join them. See that the Chisera is not disturbed before her time. (He goes out.)
Over there in front of the wickiup, one of you light the medicine fire, but do not light it until the Chisera comes.
(Yavi and another prepare the fire.)
How is it that the Chisera will discover the will of the gods?
Spread a blanket there, where the Chief and the Chisera will sit – (To Yavi.) By the casting of the seven sacred sticks. As the gods will they make the sticks to fall in a sign that she can read.
Is it so that the Medicine Worker sometimes fails?
Medicine men have died at it before now – and better so, for otherwise they should have died by the law.
Is that the law?
Surely, surely. For of what use is an advocate with the gods if he cannot get to them. It would be so with the Chisera.
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