There is no doubt but she is a harlot; I know it myself, and every man on the Tyuonyi knows it.

Other women are also spoken of, but nobody says it aloud.

It is not right to speak thus of people when we do not know positively.

I have not seen Shotaye since our father died.

She is mourning perhaps, for her cave is shut and the deerskin hangs over the doorway.