Young women carrying crimson hibiscus garlands waded into the shallows, almost swamping the vessels in their eagerness to greet the heroes. The girls draped wreath upon wreath around Matopahu's neck, embraced him passionately, whispered invitations. The young ari'i laughed with pleasure but offered no promises. The rich scent of flowers made him light-headed as he waded ashore. These were the people of Putu-nui's district, in another part of Eimeo. The captain of the winning team had invited Matopahu and Eye-to-heaven to join his celebration at home. Now children leaped high for a better look at the new champion, or crawled onto their parents' shoulders. Boys waved their own small bows and arrows in the air. Even dogs were caught up in the excitement, one slipping through the crowd to beat its tail against his leg. Matopahu bore this attention with good grace. He understood how long these people had been waiting for such a victory. Fat-moon was far too powerful to be challenged in war.
