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Chapter thirty-four. Magulong |
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insistence on re-marriage by Naga rite |
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Then we took stock of the wide street nearer at hand. There were the village council, set in a row. There was a line of forty bottles of rice-beer. There may well have been many more, we dared not count. There was a small bull- mithan tied to a post. One of the elders got up and began to speak. |
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Namkia and Khutuing explained. Tim and I had been married, the village knew, by the Sahibs' laws and rites. But, on behalf of the tribe, there ought to be more. It was right that I, who was a Zemi, should also be married by tribal rites as well - the only rites which the Zemi recognized. Magulong, therefore, proposed to see it done. We consented faintly. There wasn't much choice. |
