"Among the many ocean kamuy, I am the divine dolphin... I was starving, and with my starving children, I searched for a human village!..."
"I came to a wealthy village. The village was full of food, but the villagers shouted and yelled at me. They cursed: Oh! This is an evil kamuy! An ugly woman washed here by the seawater! Quickly, throw stones and dust, and cover them up!..."
"So, empty-handed, I left the wealthy village and came to another, poor village. The villagers bowed and prostrated themselves to me with reverence. They said: Oh! This is a kind kamuy! She has brought her children to visit us! Quickly, bring out all our dried fish and give it to her! Then bring out the clan's wooden tablet, carve the kamuy's image upon it, and worship..."
"So, holding the dried fish, I returned to the vast sea and let all the kamuy's children eat their fill. The sea was very happy too! It went hoo-hoo, ha-ha, and the wind rose!..."
Cheerful song rang out in the village of the Cold Swamp Tribe. The old Priest, advanced in years, sang ancient kamuy songs passed down through the generations in a melodious, hoarse tune. The young men, meanwhile, puffed out their cheeks with all their strength, pulling and blowing on the strange Mukkuri, its low echoes like throat-singing. As for the young girls, they held the Tonkori, shaped like an upright sword, and plucked its light five strings; the music chimed briskly and clearly, like spring water flowing.
"Wow! Strange jaw harps, beautiful vertical harps, desolate singing!... These Ainu People's performance really is wonderful!..."
Zuwaro sat on the right side of the reception hall with ten Samurai. Chishima Shell sat upright beside him, her eyes wide as she watched the Cold Swamp Tribe's