You are old and wise, we are young and weak." The old cacique raised his dim eyes to the speaker and replied in a hoarse voice,-- "I thank you, sa uishe,--I thank you for myself and for my brethren here that you have put this question to us.

But"-- the voice grew more steady and strong--"you know that it is our duty to pray, to fast, and to watch, that peace may rule among the Zaashtesh and that nothing may disturb it.

We cannot listen to anything that calls forth two kinds of words, and that may bring strife,"-- he emphasized strongly the latter word; "we cannot therefore remain.

May the Shiuana enlighten your hearts.

We shall pray that they will counsel you to do good only." The old Hotshanyi rose and went toward the doorway.