“You may go,” the girl told him, and he went away.
Soon there came the stranger and he too took a little torch and went behind the curtain. Soon the two came out together and ran down the path to the river.
“I shall take you now to my own tribe,” said the lover. “We live only a short way from here. We must go over the hill.”
So onward they went to their home, at length arriving at the high rocky shores of a lake. They stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down at the water.
“I see no village and no house,” complained the girl. “Where shall we go now? I am sure that we are pursued by the Thunderer.”
As she said this the Thunderer and the girl’s father appeared running toward them.
“It is dark down there,” said the lover. “We will now descend and find our house.”
So saying he took the girl by the waist and crawled down the cliff, suddenly diving with a splash into the lake. Down they went until they reached the foot of the cliff, when an opening appeared into which he swam with her. Quickly he swam upward and soon they were in a dimly lighted lodge. It was a strange place and filled with numerous fine things. All along the wall there were different suits of clothing.
“Look at all the suits,” said the lover, “when you have found one put it on.”
That night the couple were married and the next day the husband went away. “I shall return in three days,” he announced. “Examine the fine things here, and when you find a dress that you like put it on.”