“I have come,” said Lutchi, “to invite you to meet people from all the world at a flute-playing in Waida Dikit’s sweat-house.”
“I will go,” said Waida Werris. He knew all that was going on. He had seen it while travelling early, before daylight.
“I am going now,” said Lutchi to Waida Werris. And as soon as he was outside he rushed off toward the west, came back, rose in the air, came down, and then shot away, like a lightning flash, eastward to find Patkilis and Sedit. Soon he was in the east, where the sky comes to the earth. He took a sky stick, which he had brought with him, pried up the sky, raised it a little, and then he went under to the other side. When the sky came down again behind him and struck the earth, it made an awful noise which was heard over the world. The whole world shook. All the people at Waida Dikit’s heard the noise and wondered.
“What can that be?” asked they. “What awful noise is that?” Waida Dikit knew what the noise was, but he never told any one.
Lutchi went straight east from the other side of the sky, and never stopped till he found Patkilis and Sedit. They were in another world, another sky came down to their world, and they lived almost at the edge of that second sky. Lutchi went into their sweat-house. They were sitting just inside the door, one at one side, the other at the other; the door was on the east side. When Lutchi had sat a little while, Sedit rose and said,—
“My grandson, which way have you come?”
“I come here for you and Patkilis,” answered Lutchi. “Waida Dikit sent me to invite you to a flute-playing at his sweat-house. Nobody else could come to you, so he asked me to come.”
“We are glad,” answered they. “We will go. You go ahead. But how shall we pass the sky?”
“I will wait at the edge for you,” said Lutchi; and he went on.
When Sedit and Patkilis were ready, Sedit said, “I wish this road on which I must travel to be short, very short.”