She knew that she loved the Shield more in absence; why then hope that he would forget Sacred Wind when he saw her no more?
When she saw him enter the village, her heart beat fast with emotion; she pressed her hand upon it, but could not still its tumult.

"He has come," she said to herself, "but will his eye seek mine?
will he tell _me_ that the time has been long since he saw me woman he loved ?" She follows his footsteps--she watches his every glance, as he meets his relations.

Alas! for the Swan, the wounded bird feels not so acutely the arrow that pierces, as she that look of recognition between the cousins! But the unhappy girl was roused from a sense of her griefs, to a recollection of her wrongs.

With all the impetuosity of a loving heart, she thought she had a right to the affections of the Shield.

As the water reflected her features, so should his heart give back the devoted love of hers.
But while she lived, she was determined to bring sorrow upon her rival; she would not "sing in dying." That very evening did she repeat to the family of Sacred Wind the conversation she had overheard, adding that the love of the cousins was the true cause of Sacred Wind's refusing to marry.
Time would fail me to tell of the consequent sufferings of Sacred Wind.
She was scolded and watched, shamed, and even beaten.