Tulchuherris could not see any one. He only heard a voice far up in the sky, saying,—
“My son-in-law, I will ask you for a few things. Will you give me your fox-skin headband?”
Tulchuherris put his hand into his fox-skin quiver, took out the band, and tossed it to him. It went straight up to Sas, and he caught it. “Now will you give me your mokos?” Tulchuherris took out the mokos and threw it. “Give me your fire-drill!” He threw that.
Another voice was heard now, not so loud: “I wish you would give me a headband of white quartz.” This voice was the smaller part of Sas.
When Tulchuherris had given the headband, he said,—
“My father-in-law, you are split—you are two. The larger part of you will be Sas [the sun], the smaller part Chanahl [the moon, the white one]; and this division is what you have needed for a long time, but no one had the strength to divide you. You are in a good state now. You, Chanahl, will grow old quickly and die; then you will come to life and be young again. You will be always like that in this world. And, Sas, you will travel west all the time, travel every day without missing a day; you will travel day after day without resting. You will see all things in the world as they live and die. My father-in-law, take this, too, from me.”
Tulchuherris threw up to Sas a quiver made of porcupine skin.
“I will take it,” said Sas, “and I will carry it always.”
Then Tulchuherris gave Chanahl the quartz headband and said,—
“Wear it around your head always so that when you travel in the night you will be seen by all people.”