Next morning Keriha went to Hubit. “Will you tell me what you are going to do? Unless you tell me I will kill you. When I throw you up, I will kill you unless you fly.”
He threw up the salmon. Hubit moved his wings and flew along a little above the ground, then settled down.
“Oh, he is going now, he is going! I’m so glad,” cried Keriha; and he threw the salmon a second time.
Hubit opened his wings and flew around Keriha, flew around the tree.
“Go, go!” cried Keriha, clapping his hands.
Hubit shot away toward the north, near the ground, and Keriha ran with all speed, but Hubit went far ahead; then he flew a little toward the west, turned, and darted off directly northward.
Keriha did not lose sight of him, but rose in the air and flew north, going parallel with Hubit and going faster. He was at the sky first. A moment later Hubit came.
“I am here before you!” cried out Keriha. “You cannot go out here!”
Hubit flew around a while and shot back to Bohem Tehil. Keriha was just behind him.
“Hubit, you are so slow,” called out Keriha. “I want to go fast, I like to see you go fast.”