“You are beautiful,” said the people. “You look well.”
It was at the point of daybreak. They could see just a bit of light. When he was ready to start, Lutchi said,—
“I don’t know how far it is, but if I go to those places I shall be back here at sunrise. If they are very far away, I shall be here when the sun is as high as the tree-tops.”
“Do you think you will be back by sunrise?” asked Kinus. “Those places are very far away.”
“I know they are far away,” said Lutchi.
“I have been all over the world,” added Kinus. “I was gone a long time, but those places are farther away than any spot where I have been.”
“Ho! Now I am going!” said Lutchi; and he darted straight up into the sky, next down, and up and down again. Then he called out,—
“How do you like that? Do you think I can go to those people? This is the way I travel.”
He shot away east and returned. Then he went west and came back in a twinkle. Next he turned north and was gone. He had never travelled through the air before. Till that morning he had always walked on the ground, just as we do now. He went straight to Waida Werris’s house and went in. It was dazzling there, and seemed to him just as bright as daylight seems to a man coming out of a dark place.
Lutchi saw some one inside, who was young and beautiful. He could not look at his face, it was so bright. There were two brothers in the house. The younger was Waiti, the elder Waida Werris. Waiti never left the house; never went abroad or wandered, stayed at home all the time.