The Arrow-Maker: A Drama in Three Acts. Mary Hunter Austin

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away, girls.

      (They go out, the girls with them. But Bright Water lingers, and comes back to the Chisera.)

Bright Water

      Chisera —

The Chisera

      Chief's daughter?

Bright Water

      Call me by my name.

The Chisera

      Bright Water, what would you have of me?

Bright Water

      Can you – will you make a charm for one going out to battle whose name is not spoken?

The Chisera

      How shall the gods find him out, if he is not to be named?

Bright Water

      (Earnestly.) Oh, he is handsome and strong in the shoulders; the muscles of his back are laced like thongs. He is the bravest —

The Chisera

      (Laughing.) Chief's daughter, whenever I have made love charms, they have been for men handsome and strong in the back.

Bright Water

      (Abashed.) I know not how to describe him.

The Chisera

      (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 —

Bright Water

      Like this?

      (Takes amulet from her neck and holds it out.)

The Chisera

      (Taking it.) Did he give you this?

Bright Water

      He made it.

The Chisera

      (Examining it.) It is skillfully fashioned.

Bright Water

      Will it answer?

The Chisera

      To make a spell upon? Yes, if you can spare it.

Bright Water

      Shall I have it again?

The Chisera

      When the time is past for which the spell is made.

Bright Water

      Make it, then; a powerful medicine against ill fortune in battle. And this for your pains, Chisera. (Holds out bracelet.)

The Chisera

      (Proudly.) I want no gifts. Keep your bracelet.

Bright Water

      (With equal pride.) The Chief's daughter asks no favors.

The Chisera

      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.

Bright Water

      (Uncertainly.) The Chisera is the friend of the gods.

The Chisera

      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?

Bright Water

      (Moved.) Therefore take it (offering bracelet again) as one woman from another – and you shall make a charm for me for love.

The Chisera

      (Taking the gift.) I shall make it as though I loved him myself.

Bright Water

      (Startled.) Oh, I did not say I loved him.

The Chisera

      (Smiling.) No?

Bright Water

      (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?

The Chisera

      I am to inquire of the gods concerning it.

Bright Water

      (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.)

The Chisera

      (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.)

Bright Water

      (After a moment's hesitation.) Farewell, Chisera. (She goes.)

The Chisera

      (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.)

Simwa

      Did you not hear me when first I called?

The Chisera

      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.

Simwa

      You know, then?

The Chisera

      That this very night a war party of ours must go out to meet the Castacs.

Simwa

      And before that there will be a Council to choose a war leader? Has the Chief told you?

The Chisera

      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.

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