Impossible, began one of the elders, handing his pipe on to his neighbo who interrupted, "Of course it wasnt the dead chief. It was an omen sent by a witch.Goon.” Slightly shaken, I continued. One of these three was a man who knew things"the closest translation for scholar, but unfortunately it also meant witch. The second elder looked triumphantly at the first. So he spoke to the dead chief saying, Tell us what we must do so you may rest in your grave, but the dead chief did not answer. He vanished, and they could see him no more. Then the man who knew things-his name was Horatio-said this event was the affair of the dead chief s son hamlet There was a general shaking of heads round the circle. Had the dead chief no living brothers? Or was this son the chief? No, I replied. " That is, he had one living brother who became the chief when the elder brother died The old men muttered: such omens were matters for chiefs and elders not for youngsters; no good could come of going behind a chief s back; clearly Horatio was not a man who knew things Yes, he was, " I insisted shooing a chicken away from my beer "In our country the son is next to the father The dead chief s younger brother had become the great chief. He had also married his elder brothers widow only about a month after the funeral He did well. the old man beamed and announced to the others "I told you that if we knew more about Europeans, we would find they really were very like us In our country also, he added to me, the younger brother marries the elder brother's widow and becomes the father of his children Now, if your uncle, who married your widowed mother, is your fathers full brother then he will be a real father to you. Did Hamlet,'s father and uncle have one mother?” His question barely penetrated my mind; I was too upset and thrown too far off-balance by having one of the most important elements of Hamlet knocked straight out of the picture. Rather uncertainly I said that i thought they had the same mother, but I wasnt sure-the story didnt say. The old man told me severely that these genealogical details made all the difference and that when i got home i must ask the elders about it He shouted out the door to one of his younger wives to bring his goatskin bag“Impossible,” began one of the elders, handing his pipe on to his neighbor, who interrupted, “Of course it wasn’t the dead chief. It was an omen sent by a witch. Go on.” Slightly shaken, I continued. “One of these three was a man who knew things”—the closest translation for scholar, but unfortunately it also meant witch. The second elder looked triumphantly at the first. “So he spoke to the dead chief saying, ‘Tell us what we must do so you may rest in your grave,’ but the dead chief did not answer. He vanished, and they could see him no more. Then the man who knew things—his name was Horatio—said this event was the affair of the dead chief’s son, Hamlet.” There was a general shaking of heads round the circle. “Had the dead chief no living brothers? Or was this son the chief?” “No,” I replied. “That is, he had one living brother who became the chief when the elder brother died.” The old men muttered: such omens were matters for chiefs and elders, not for youngsters; no good could come of going behind a chief’s back; clearly Horatio was not a man who knew things. “Yes, he was,” I insisted, shooing a chicken away from my beer. “In our country the son is next to the father. The dead chief’s younger brother had become the great chief. He had also married his elder brother’s widow only about a month after the funeral.” “He did well,” the old man beamed and announced to the others, “I told you that if we knew more about Europeans, we would find they really were very like us. In our country also,” he added to me, “the younger brother marries the elder brother’s widow and becomes the father of his children. Now, if your uncle, who married your widowed mother, is your father’s full brother, then he will be a real father to you. Did Hamlet’s father and uncle have one mother?” His question barely penetrated my mind; I was too upset and thrown too far off-balance by having one of the most important elements of Hamlet knocked straight out of the picture. Rather uncertainly I said that I thought they had the same mother, but I wasn’t sure—the story didn’t say. The old man told me severely that these genealogical details made all the difference and that when I got home I must ask the elders about it. He shouted out the door to one of his younger wives to bring his goatskin bag