As her face was in the shadow Hayoue could not well notice its expression.
But he said again, and very emphatically,-- "I tell you once more, koitza, that I will not have anything to do with the girl; she is all right, but--" he stopped and shrugged his shoulders.

Zashue interjected,-- "Why not?
Tyope would then be your nashtio." "For that very reason I do not want his daughter," Hayoue exclaimed, looking straight at his brother.

He was in earnest about this matter, and whenever Hayoue grew serious it was best not to tease him too much.
Shotaye had treasured every word, noticed every look and gesture.

Of course she, as Tyope's former wife, took care not to take part in the conversation as far as Tyope was concerned.
Zashue turned to her with the query,-- "Sam[=a]m, have you any feathers ?" Shotaye was startled; what might be the import of this suspicious inquiry?
Did he know about her affair and come only as a spy?
She withheld her answer for a moment, just time enough for reflection.

It was better to seem unconcerned, so she replied quietly,-- "I have." "If you have hawk's feathers, will you give me some ?" The mention of hawk's feathers reassured Shotaye.