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Show - 101 - entered his voice. "Thy brother, Ruruku?" "He lives, mv father. The danger of death is over. However another danger hovers near him. It is an unnamed and unknown danger of the spirit. ^uruku's leg had to be given for his life. He has not spoken since he saw his leg was gone." "Aeeee, the loss of a limb is a great loss to a warrior. I can well understand my son's feelings over such a shock. But the loss of a limb is not so bad as the loss of a life. Life is the greatest gift of the gods." "Yes, I agree with you, mv father," said Roa. "Come, let us go to him right away." They left the welcoming festivities and walked the trail through the forest to the pa. Ruruku lav silently and sullenly on a woven mat in the whare of Grandmother Wetekia. As Roa and Turi entered she made effort to arise. The injured youth showed no notice of the intrusion but merely stared blankly at the ceiling. "Remain seated, old woman," said Turi respectfully. "Welcome home from your iournev, Chief Turi," |
