him best and had the highest regard for his preceptiveness and common sense, but that action I had rejected, of course, because at this time he would be, with other young men, dancing in the great lodge. I did not know what to do. I could, of course, kneel to random individuals, met here and there, and tell them what I had learned, but I feared I might be dismissed as a raving slave. Who would believe the words of a slave, and I had this cognizance, too, only from another slave. What, too, if she were mistaken?
Grunt, I thought, Grunt! He will know what to do! Too, he is a close friend of Mahpiyasapa. Mahpiyasapa will listen to him. I must seek out Grunt!
Chapter 18
I CONTINUE TO SEEK AN ASSESSMENT OF OIPUTAKE
'Where is Grunt!' I cried.
Wasnapohdi, startled, looked up. She was kneeling within the lodge which Mahpiyaspa had set aside for the use of Grunt, his friend.
'He is not here!' she said.
'Where is he?' I asked.
'I do not know!' she said. She seemed frightened. 'Have you heard about Canka?' she said.
'Yes,' I said. 'But I do not believe it.'
'Nor do I,' she said. 'It cannot be.'
'Why are you alone in the lodge?' I asked. 'Why are you not working?'
'I am hiding,' she said.
'You need not be afraid,' I said. 'The business with Canka has nothing to do with you.'
'I am not hiding because of that,' she said.
'Do you have any idea where Grunt is?' I asked.
'He may be with Mahpiyasapa,' she said. 'He left after he found out about Cnaka.'
'Thait is a splendid thought,' I said. 'I shall go to the lodg of Mahpiyasapa!' I turned to leave but then, suddenly, turned back. 'Why are you hiding?' I asked.
'I have seen him!' she whispered.
'Canka?' I asked, startled.
'No,' she said, 'Waiyeyeca, One-Who-Finds-Much, he who once owned me!'
'Several have owned you,' I said.
'I spoke to you of him,' she said, 'when first we met, shortly after Grunt, my master, had acquired me at the trading point.'
'The boy?' I said.
'Yes,' she said.
'I remember,' I said. Long ago, at a Dust-Leg trading point, Grunt had obtained Wasnapohdi for three fine hatchets. In talking to me, afterwards, she had told me something of herself. She had been born in a Waniyanpi compound, one woned by the Kailiauk, a tribe federated with the Kaiila and speaking a closely related dialect. He who obtained her from this compound was a Kaiila warrior. At that time she was only eight years old. He had taken her home with him and given her, as a slave, to his ten-year-old son. She had thus learned to serve and placate men early. Yet as children they had been more as companions and playmates than as master and slave.
Then once, when they were alone, when she was but fifteen and he seventeen, far from thier camp, gathering berries together, he had been unable any longer not to see her as a woman. She had looked up to see him, almost angrily, cutting and carving at a branch, notching it at the ends for thong-holds. She was frightened and began to cry. She had seen such devices before, and knew their use. She was orderd to removed her clothing, and to lie down, with her legs widely apart. Then she felth her ankles tied in this position, the branch behind them, widely apart, by means of the notches and thongs. She had no doubt as to what would be her fate. She was to be used for the first time, and as the slave she was. By dusk, freed of the brand, she had lain on her belly before him, kissing his feet. That night, when they had returned to the village, she did not ride behind him in his kaiila, as she had that morning. She accompanined him, rather, on foot, marched at this stirrup, her hands bound behind her back, a thong on her neck, run to the pommel of his saddle. That morning two children had left the village; wht returned to it that night was a young master and his claimed slave.
Wasnapohdi put down her head, trembling.
I think that the young master and his slave had been much in love. His affection for the girl, for she was only a slave, had brought much ridicule on him from his peers. To this sort of thing, he, a red savage, had been extremely sensitive. In the end, perhaps because he suspected they might be true, and interpeted his feelings in such a matter as unseemly weakness in a young warrior, he had sold her. After that she had had several masters. Grunt, as I have mentioned, had finally acquired her from Dust-Legs.
'His name is Waiyeyeca?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said.
'What is his band?' I asked.
'Napoktan,' she said.
'The Bracelets band,' I said.
'Yes,' she said. Their territory lies roughly northwest of the Kaiila River, north fork of the Kaiila River, and east of the Snake River. Napoktan warriors commonly wear two copper bracelets on the left wrist.
'Did he see you?' I asked.
'No,' she said.
'Do you still love him?' I asked.
'I do not know,' she said. 'It has been a long time, years. He sold me!'
'You are a slave,' I said. 'Surely you do not object to being sold.'
'I thought he loved me!' she said.
'Perhaps he did,' I said.
'He sold me!' she said.
'Perhaps he did not regard you as sufficiently beautiful,' I said.
'Perhaps!' she said, angrily.
'If he could see you now,' I said, 'if he could see how beautiful you have become, doubtless he would regret his earlier decision, keenly.'
'Perhaps!' she said, in fury.
'Have you no work to do?' I asked.
'I am hiding,' she said.
'Why?' I asked.
'I am afraid for him to see me,' she said, tears in her eyes. 'He sold me! I loved him! I do not want to open these old wounds! I do not want to go through all that heartache again! I have suffered enough!'
'Nonsense,' I said. 'You are merely looking for an excuse to get out of work. I know the tricks of a lazy girl when I see them.'
'No,' she said, agonized, 'really!'
'What are you supposed to be doing?' I asked.
'Polishing trade goods,' she said.
'Inside the lodge or outside?' I asked. I knew what the answer must be.
'Outside, I suppose,' she said, 'so that I may better see what I am doing.'
'Then get outside and polish trade goods,' I said.
'Please, no,' she said. 'He might see me!'
'The Napoktan camp is not close,' I said. 'That is highly unlikely.'
'He might see me!' she protested.
'What if he does?' I asked.
'What if he sees me, and wants me?' she asked. 'What if he carries me away, or buys me?'
