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Show - 18* - the tattoo scabbed over. He experienced fever, chills and delirium, until the old man asked, "Are you well, my son?" "Yes, e_ koro, old man. I am now well," answered Roa. "/ell enough to face your neonie in ceremony and sneech?" "Yes." "Then we shall return," said the old man. Roa wore his finery to the ceremony: a specially made Piu piu, flaxen skirt: beautifully woven x«raist, chest and head bands: and a magnificent Kiwi feathered cloak, worn only by a chief, about his shoulders. In his xvaistband was tucked the greenstone patu that his father had given him. In his hand he carried the sacred carved stick of his office. He was seated on one side of the fire with the tohungas, kaumatuas and warriors of the tribe. Moana, her lins blue and sx-;ollen from the tattoo, was led to the other side of the fire by Grandmother Wetekia and other kuias, old women. She 'was escorted back and forth several times to be displayed for all to see. To Roa, she was more beautiful than ever. |
