He heard the voice of his brother, but at the same time women's voices also, and as soon as he turned the farther corner of the building, he saw what was plainly a playful encounter between Okoya and a pair of young girls.
The former had his bow in hand ready to shoot, and he pointed the arrow at the maidens alternately; they, utterly unconcerned about his weapon, were pressing him with weapons of their own, which he was much more anxious to avoid than they his missiles.

These were two pairs of very dirty hands filled and covered with liquid mud with which the damsels attempted to decorate his person.

Okoya was clearly on the defensive, and the advantage so far seemed on the side of his aggressors.

Shyuote flew to his assistance.

Rushing to a large vessel of burnt clay, standing alongside the wall and filled with water, he plunged both hands into it, and began to bespatter the assailants with the not very clean liquid.