" " Woman with Many Robes crossed the packed grass-and-dirt floor and leaned forward to peer at Loretta. After babbling shrilly for several seconds, all the while waving her spoon, she crooned, " ," and placed a gentle hand on Loretta's hair. "My mother says the poor little one must have no fear." Woman with Many Robes cast her son a suspicious glance. When it became apparent that he planned to say no more, she brandished her spoon at him. With great reluctance he cleared his throat, eyed the people crowding the doorway, and said, in a very low voice, "You will have no fear of me, eh? If I lift my hand against you, I will be a , a bald head, and she will thump me with her spoon." He hesitated and looked as if he found it difficult not to smile. "She will make the great , battle, with me. And in the end, she will win. She is one mean woman." Woman with Many Robes stroked Loretta's hair and nodded, saying something more. She no sooner finished than Blackbird burst into giggles and rolled away from Loretta, planting a hand on her tummy. Whatever it was the woman had said, the child thought it hilarious. "You must eat," Hunter translated. "And drink. Soon you will feel better, eh? And she will trade with the Comanchero for you a big spoon. If I ever again strike fear into your heart, you can do your own thumping." Loretta concurred with Blackbird. She'd need much more than a spoon to do battle with Hunter."