Tsudi searched everywhere. “All have gone out,” said he.
Waida Dikit closed the door and said: “Some of you people are sleepy, but wake up, open your eyes, be ready to see—look north.”
“What can we do here? Why did we come out in the dark?” asked a certain Chirchihas. “We can see nothing at this time of night;” and, turning to Lutchi, he asked: “Have you seen him, or his brother? What sort of a place do they live in?”
“I cannot tell you now; you will see him soon.”
“Be ready, all of you,” said Waida Dikit. “Look north.”
All looked. There was a pointed mountain not far away, and straight out before them. They saw a small light rising till it reached the top of that mountain; there it settled, and soon it seemed near them, just a few steps from the faces of the people. That was Waida Werris. The place around was as if in daylight. All could see him; all looked at him.
“Now, you people, there is Waida Werris before you; do you see him?”
“Hereafter all people will see him there in the north, as you see him now,” said Waida Dikit. “Come back to the sweat-house, all of you.”
Tsaroki opened the door, and all went in. “We will talk,” said the old man, “then eat, and after that separate.”