“Father-in-law, try again; then I will go to the very top and beat you,” said Tulchuherris.
That morning Sas’s elder daughter said to her sister, after Sas and Tulchuherris had gone,—
“My sister, our father Sas has tried all people, and has conquered all of them so far; but to-day he will not conquer, to-day he will die. I know this; do not look for him to-day, he will not come back; he will never come back to us.”
Sas went up high. “I will kill him now,” thought Tulchuherris, and he was sorry; still he cried: “Go a little higher; I went higher, I will go to the top next time. I will not hurt you, go a little higher.”
Sas went higher and higher, till at last he said, “I cannot climb any more, I am at the top; don’t give a big pull, my son-in-law.”
Tulchuherris took hold of the tree with one hand, pulled it as far as it would bend, pulled it till it touched the earth, and then let it fly. When the tree rushed toward the sky, it made an awful noise, and soon after a crash was heard, a hundred times louder than any thunder. All living things heard it. The whole sky and earth shook. Olelbis, who lives in the highest place, heard it. All living things said,—
“Tulchuherris is killing his father-in-law. Tulchuherris has split Sas.”
The awful noise was the splitting of Sas.
Tulchuherris stood waiting, waited three hours, perhaps, after the earth stopped trembling: then, far up in the sky he heard a voice, saying,—
“Oh, my son-in-law, I am split, I am dead. I thought that I was the strongest power living; but I am not. From this time on I shall say Tulchuherris is the greatest power in the world.”