And threw him with his face to the earth.
And he lay there, dead, but when he came to life he used the strength of his right arm and rose up.
But things were changed, and looked different from the old times.
He examined the sticks, but none suited him;
He eyed along the river, that green snake, which he had made, and found the sticks that pleased him.
And he cut those arrow-weeds, he found there, into four pieces, and blew the smoke over them.
And out of them came sparks of light, that almost reached the Opposite World, the World of the Enemy, where things are different.
And when he saw the light from the sticks he smiled within himself;
He was so pleased he had found the sticks that suited him.
And he brought the Black Fog from the West, and stroked the sticks with it, and so finished them,