“I cannot go there,” said Norwanchakus; “you go, my brother.”
Keriha went through the air quickly; brought the plant—brought all there was.
“We must have more,” said Norwanchakus.
“Well, go and get it,” answered Keriha. “It grows beyond the sky in the southwest.”
“I cannot go there; go you,” said the elder brother.
Keriha went beyond the sky on the southeast; found plenty of kúruti. The elder brother made strings of the fibre.
“I am in a hurry to fish,” said Keriha. “You are slow, my brother.”
“Go straight east beyond the sky,” said the other, “and get ash wood while I am making a net.”
Keriha brought the ash. Norwanchakus had the net made, and now he fixed the ash stick.
“My brother,” said Keriha, “we cannot see anything. How can we fish? There are people around us in the world, perhaps, but we have no good light to find them.”