Part 7 (1/2)

”Below the hill, where the ground was made high, at one side of the steps that went up to the Place of Giving, stood the house of the Corn G.o.ddess, which was served by women. There the Seven laid up their offering of poor food before the altar and stood on the steps of the G.o.d-house until the head priestess noticed them. Wisps of incense smoke floated out of the carved doorways and the drone of the priestess like bees in a hollow log. All the people came out on their flat roofs to watch--Did I say that they had two and even three houses, one on top of the other, each one smaller than the others, and ladders that went up and down to them?--They stood on the roofs and gathered in the open square between the houses as still and as curious as antelopes, and at last the priestess of the Corn came out and spoke to us. Talk went on between her and Waits-by-the-Fire, purring, spitting talk like water stumbling among stones. Not one word did our women understand, but they saw wonder grow among the Corn Women, respect and amazement.

”Finally, we were taken into the G.o.d-house, where in the half dark, we could make out the G.o.ddess of the Corn, cut in stone, with green stones on her forehead. There were long councils between Waits-by-the-Fire and the Corn Woman and the priests that came running from the Temple of the Sun. Outside the rumor and the wonder swelled around the G.o.d-house like a sudden flood. Faces bobbed up like rubbish in the flood into the bright blocks of light that fell through the doorway, and were s.h.i.+fted and shunted by other faces peering in. After a long tune the note of wonder outside changed to a deep, busy hum; the crowd separated and let through women bearing food in pots and baskets. Then we knew that Waits-by-the-Fire had won.”

”But what?” insisted Dorcas; ”what was it that she had told them?”

”That she had had a dream which was sent by the Corn Spirit and that she and those with her were under a vow to serve the Corn for the s.p.a.ce of one growing year. And to prove that her dream was true the G.o.ddess of the Corn had revealed to her the speech of the Stone House tribe and also many hidden things. These were things which she remembered from her captivity which she told them.”

”What sort of things?”

”Why, that in such a year they had had a pestilence and that the father of the Corn Woman had died of eating over-ripe melons. The Corn Women were greatly impressed. But she carried it almost too far ... perhaps ... and perhaps it was appointed from the beginning that that was the way the Corn was to come. It was while we were eating that we realized how wise she was to make us come fasting, for first the people pitied us, and then they were pleased with themselves for making us comfortable. But in the middle of it there was a great stir and a man in chief's dress came pus.h.i.+ng through. He was the Cacique of the Sun and he was vexed because he had not been called earlier. He was that kind of a man.

”He spoke sharply to the Chief Corn Woman to know why strangers were received within the town without his knowledge.

”Waits-by-the-Fire answered quickly. 'We are guests of the Corn, O Cacique, and in my dream I seem to have heard of your hospitality to women of the Corn.' You see there had been an old story when he was young, how one of the Corn Maidens had gone to his house and had been kept there against her will, which was a discredit to him. He was so astonished to hear the strange woman speak of it that he turned and went out of the G.o.d-house without another word. The people took up the incident and whispered it from mouth to mouth to prove that the strange Shaman was a great prophet. So we were appointed a house to live in and were permitted to serve the Corn.”

”But what did you do?” Dorcas insisted on knowing.

”We dug and planted. All this was new to us. When there was no work in the fields we learned the ways of cooking corn, and to make pots.

Hunting-tribes do not make pots. How should we carry them from place to place on our backs? We cooked in baskets with hot stones, and sometimes when the basket was old we plastered it with mud and set it on the fire.

But the People of the Corn made pots of coiled clay and burned it hard in the open fires between the houses. Then there was the ceremony of the Corn to learn, the prayers and the dances. Oh, we had work enough! And if ever anything was ever said or done to us which was not pleasant, Waits-by-the-Fire would say to the one who had offended, 'We are only the servants of the Corn, but it would be a pity if the same thing happened to you that happened to the grandfather of your next-door neighbor!'

”And what happened to him?”

”Oh, a plague of sores, a scolding wife,” or anything that she chanced to remember from the time she had been Given-to-the-Sun. _That_ stopped them. But most of them held us to be under the protection of the Corn Spirit, and when our Shaman would disappear for two or three days--that was when she went to the mountain to visit Shungakela--_we_ said that she had gone to pray to her own G.o.ds, and they accepted that also.”

”And all this time no one recognized her?”

”She had painted her face for a Shaman,” said the Corn Woman slowly, ”and besides it was nearly forty years. The woman who had been kind to her was dead and there was a new Priest of the Sun. Only the one who had painted her with the sign of the Sun was left, and he was doddering.”

She seemed about to go on with her story, but the oldest dancing woman interrupted her.

”Those things helped,” said the dancing woman, ”but it was her thought which hid her. She put on the thought of a Shaman as a man puts on the thought of a deer or a buffalo when he goes to look for them. That which one fears, that it is which betrays one. She was a Shaman in her heart and as a Shaman she appeared to them.”

”She certainly had no fear,” said the Corn Woman, ”though from the first she must have known--

”It was when the seed corn was gathered that we had the first hint of trouble,” she went on. ”When it was ripe the priests and Caciques went into the fields to select the seed for next year. Then it was laid up in the G.o.d-houses for the priestess of the Corn to keep. That was in case of an enemy or a famine when the people might be tempted to eat it.

After it was once taken charge of by the priestess of the Corn they would have died rather than give it up. Our women did not know how they should get the seed to bring away from the Stone House except to ask for it as the price of their year's labor.”

”But couldn't you have just taken some from the field?” inquired Dorcas.

”Wouldn't it have grown just the same?”

”That we were not sure of; and we were afraid to take it without the good-will of the Corn G.o.ddess. Centcotli her name was. Waits-by-the-Fire made up her mind to ask for it on the first day of the Feast of the Corn Harvest, which lasts four days, and is a time of present-giving and good-willing. She would have got it, too, if it had been left to the Corn Women to decide. But the Cacique of the Sun, who was always watching out for a chance to make himself important, insisted that it was a grave matter and should be taken to Council. He had never forgiven the Shaman, you see, for that old story about the Corn Maiden.

”As soon as the townspeople found that the Caciques were considering whether it was proper to give seed corn to the strangers, they began to consider it, too, turning it over in their minds together with a great many things that had nothing to do with it. There had been s.m.u.t in the corn that year; there was a little every year, but this season there was more of it, and a good many of the bean pods had not filled out. I forgot,” said the Corn Woman, ”to speak of the beans and squashes. They were the younger sisters of the corn; they grew with the corn and twined about it. Now, every man who was a handful or two short of his crop began to look at us doubtfully. Then they would crowd around the Cacique of the Sun to argue the matter. They remembered how our Shaman had gone apart to pray to her own G.o.ds and they thought the Spirit of the Corn might have been offended. And the Cacique would inquire of every one who had a toothache or any such matter, in such a way as to make them think of it in connection with the Shaman.--In every village,” the Corn Woman interrupted herself to say, ”there is evil enough, if laid at the door of one person, to get her burned for a witch!”

”Was she?” Dorcas Jane squirmed with anxiety.

”She was standing on the steps at the foot of the Hill of the Sun, the last we saw of her,” said the Corn Woman. ”Of course, our women, not understanding the speech of the Stone Houses, did not know exactly what was going on, but they felt the changed looks of the people. They thought, perhaps, they could steal away from the town unnoticed. Two of them hid in their clothing as much Seed as they could lay hands on and went down toward the river. They were watched and followed. So they came back to the house where Waits-by-the-Fire prayed daily with her hand on the Medicine of the Sun.

”So came the last day of the feast when the sacred seed would be sealed up in the G.o.d-house. 'Have no fear,' said Waits-by-the-Fire, 'for my dream has been good. Make yourselves ready for the trail. Take food in your food bags and your carriers empty on your backs.' She put on her Shaman's dress and about the middle of the day the Cacique of the Sun sent for them. He was on the platform in front of the G.o.d-house where the steps go up to the Hill of the Sun, and the elders of the town were behind him. Priests of the Sun stood on the steps and the Corn Women came out from the temple of the Corn. As Waits-by-the-Fire went up with the Seven, the people closed in solidly behind them. The Cacique looked at the carriers on their backs and frowned.