“We are ready,” said Tulchuherris. “Now, Daylight, I wish you to come right away, to come quickly.”
Daylight came. Sas rose, and they started soon after for the tree.
“My son-in-law, I will go first,” said Sas; and he climbed the tree.
“Go higher!” said Tulchuherris. “I will not give a great pull, go up higher.”
He went high, and Tulchuherris did not give a hard pull. Sas came down safely.
Tulchuherris now went high, almost to the top. Sas looked at him, saw that he was near the top, and then drew the great pine almost to the earth, standing with his back to the top of the tree. Tulchuherris sprang off behind Sas and ran away into the field. The tree sprang into the sky with a roar.
“You are killed now, my son-in-law,” said Sas. “You will not trouble me hereafter!” He talked on to himself, and was glad.
“What are you saying, father-in-law?” asked Tulchuherris, coming up from behind.
Sas turned. “Oh, my son-in-law, I was afraid that I had hurt you. I was sorry.”
“Now, my brother,” said Winishuyat, “Sas will kill you unless you kill him. At midday he will kill you surely, unless you kill him. Are we not as strong as Sas?”