The young warrior had now ridden his kaiila about until he faced Woman's Dress.
I noted that his men, too, took up positions either at his sides, in lines, orrather behind him. They were drawn up, a few feet from Woman's Dress, fannedout, almost as if readying themselves for the charge. Woman's Dress looked up atthem, still holding to the lance, that he not fall. He showed not the least fearbefore him. I went to stand near Woman's Dress. Grunt, too, was near to us.
Winyela and Pimples stood to one side.
The young warrior, very clearly, began to speak. This language, to thoseunfamiliar with it, seems fraught with unfamiliar husky and guttural sounds init, rasping and sibilant. It is very fluent and expressive. Sometimes it seemsalmost as though it were exploding into sound, particularly when the speakerspeaks rapidly or is excited.
"Who has freed you?" translated Grunt. "I am free. It does not matter."
The young warrior spoke rapidly to Woman's Dress who, boldly, and in an almostfiery fashion, responded to him. It seemed to me incongruous that Woman's Dress,weakened, in the remains of the dress of a white female, should carry on sostoutly and resolutely with the young warrior. Both, of course, were Kaiila. Iwondered if both knew one another, from somewhere before. Woman's Dress, I saw,was a man.
"What is going on?" I asked Grunt.
"The young fellow wants to know who freed him, and Woman's Dress is protectingyou."
"I freed him," I said to the young warrior, stepping forward. "Translate that,"
I told Grunt.
"I do not think that would be in your best interest," said Grunt.
"Translate it," I said.
Reluctantly, Grunt complied.
The young warrior regarded me.
"He is not surprised, of course," said Grunt. "It is what he would havesuspected."
I nodded. I would surely have been the prime suspect in this matter. I wasobviously not one familiar with the Barrens. I could speak only a smattering ofDust Leg and Kaiila. Presumably, then, it would have been I who, in foolishness,or not knowing any better, would have had the temerity to cut the thongs.
"Canka, ' said the young warrior, striking himself on the chest with his fist.
"Akicita hemaca. Isbu hemaca. Kaiila hemaca!"
"I am Canka, Fire-Steel," said Grunt. "I am a warrior. I am of the LittleStones. I am of the Kaiila. "
"Tal" said I, "I am Tarl Cabot."
"Wopeton," said Grunt, pointing to me. "Hou, Hou, Kola." Then he turned to me.
"Your name would be meaningless to them," he said. "I have called you "Wopeton,or "Trader' or "Merchant'. That may serve as a name for you, you want another. Ihave also conveyed your greeting" I understand," I said.
In the following I will give the gist of the conversation that then ensued.
Understand that Grunt, or Woman's Dress, upon occasion, acted as interpreter.
Understand, too, that more than this was said. Certain points only are hereconveyed. There were additional exchanges, which took place between Canka andCuwignaka, between Fire-Steel and Woman's Dress.
"It is as I thought," sad Canka to me, "it was you who freed this callowprisoner."
"He has survived, and he is strong," I said. "He, like yourself, is Kaiila.
Respect him."
"He was the slave of white men."
"Now he is free," I said.
"He would not carry arms," said Canka. "He would not take the warpath."
"I had no quarrel with the Fleer," said Cuwignaka.
"We put him in the dress of a woman and called him Cuwignaka," said Canka.
"I had no quarrel with the Fleer," said Cuwignaka.
"You shamed the Isbu," said Canka.
"I had no quarrel with the Fleer," said Cuwignaka.
"When again we went against the Fleer we gave him the opportunity to join us,the right to wear the breechclout and be a man. Again he refused. We then boundhim in his women's dress and sold him to the Dust Legs."
"I had no quarrel with the Fleer," said Cuwignaka.
"The Kaiila have a quarrel with the Fleer, and you are Kaiila' said Canka.
"The Fleer have not injured me," said Cuwignaka.
"Your grandfather was killed by Fleer," said Canka.
"And we, too, killed Fleer," said Cuwignaka.
"How is it that you have dared to return to the Barrens?" asked Canka.
"He was brought," I said. "The white soldiers brought him. He could not help it.
"They brought me," said Cuwignaka, "but I would have returned anyway."
"Why?" demanded Canka.
"Because I am Kaiila," said Cuwignaka, "no less than you! ' "Do you think you are a man?" asked Canka.
"I am a man," said Cuwignaka.
"You do not wear the breechclout," said Canka.
"It is not permitted to me," said Cuwignaka.
"Because you are a woman," said Canka.
"I am not a woman, " said Cuwignaka.
"If you return to camp," said Canka, "you will live as woman. You will wear thedress of a woman and do the work of a woman. You will scrape hides and cook. Youwill gather kailiauk chips for the fires. You will tend lodges. You will pleasewarriors."
"I will not please warriors," said Cuwignaka.
"I think that I will give you as a female slave to Akihoka," said Canka.
"I will not please warriors," said Cuwignaka.
"That is the first duty of a woman," said Canka, "to obey men, and be pleasingto them."
"I am not a woman," said Cuwignaka.
"You do not wear the breechclout," said Canka. "And these others, too, do not," he said, surveying Grunt and myself.
"A yard or two of cloth," I said, "does not determine manhood in my country."
"In his country, and in mine," said Grunt, "one might wear the breechclout andnot be a man, and one might be a man and not wear it."
"That is apparently not the way of the Barrens," I said. "Here, in your country,it seems all that matters is whether a certain garment is worn. If that is thecase, in your country, manhood is cheap, costing no more than the price of astrip of cloth."
"That is not true! ' said Canka.
"Be careful," said Grunt to me. "Be careful, my friend."
"The breechclout does not make manhood," said Canka. "It is only a sign ofmanhood. That is why we do not permit those to wear it who are not men."
"Cuwignaka is a man," I said, "and you do not permit him to wear it."
"It is fortunate for you that you are not a warrior," said Canka.
"Akicita hemaca!" I said angrily, in his own language, striking myself on thechest. "I am a warrior!"
"Be careful," said Grunt. "Do not put yourself within the coup system."
Canka sat back on the kailla. "I do not know if you are a warrior or not," hesaid. "But it is perhaps true. You did free Cuwignaka. You are thus, at least, abrave man.You have the respect of Canka'
I was puzzled. I had not expected this attitude on his part.
"Was it you," I asked the young warrior, "Who staked him out?"
"It was Kaiila," said Canka, carefully.