She drew Shotaye's hand away from her mouth and exclaimed,-- "Remember that it is but a short time that the Koshare have known about the feathers." "And remember, you, that Okoya is of your own blood!" "He is young, and the makatza has great power over him, for he likes her.

When Zashue"-- her voice trembled and she turned her face away with a suppressed sigh--"came to me and I went to him, he often told me things about your people,--things that your hanutsh would not have liked, had they known that I knew of them." "Hush! I tell you again.

Hush, koitza!" the other commanded.

"Hush! or I will never listen to you any more.

You loathe your own flesh, the very entrails that have given birth to the mot[=a]tza! I tell you again, Okoya is good.