A warmly administered prod broke through her stoicism and started her tottering along.
The shouting of the rabble ebbed away as the queer race ran on toward the beach.

But in a few minutes it could be heard flooding back, this time Wiwau panting with the weight of coral stone and Tiha, a-smart with what she had endured, trying more than to even the score.
Opposite Bashti, Wiwau lost one of the stones, and, in the effort to recover it, lost the other, which rolled a dozen feet away from the first.

Tiha became a whirlwind of avenging fury.

And all Somo went wild.

Bashti held his lean sides with merriment while tears of purest joy ran down his prodigiously wrinkled cheeks.
And when all was over, quoth Bashti to his people: "Thus shall all women fight when they desire over much to fight." Only he did not say it in this way.