Sedit followed the sisters, sang himself, and listened to their song. The song went southward, went away from the mountain. He followed till he reached Tayam Norel. Sedit sat down. People asked where he came from, where he was going. He would not tell, would not talk, did not care for people’s words. He thought of nothing, heard nothing but the song of Kele’s daughters.
He sat only a little while, and went away singing and listening to the song of the sisters. Now it went eastward. He followed it to a mountain, where he saw an old man setting a trap. This was old Pokok.
“Uncle, where are you going in such a great hurry?” asked Pokok.
“I am going east,” replied Sedit. “You will not see me pass this way again.”
He hurried down the mountain, crossed a creek, and went straight up another mountain; was just at the top, when he saw a very big man coming toward him on the right hand as Sedit was going east. Sedit stopped, looked, was afraid somewhat. The two stared at each other. The stranger was very tall and very thick. Sedit was frightened. The big man never stopped, went straight ahead westward. Sedit looked at him a long time, didn’t move, watched him going down the mountain. After he had gone Sedit stood a long time, and then sat down.
“Why did he not speak to me?” thought Sedit. “He is the first person I have met who wouldn’t speak to me. Who is he? I should like to know.”
Sedit sat and thought all that day about the big man. He heard the song always, at times very near him, but he thought so much about the big man that he didn’t follow it. He wondered if the big man would come again, and said to himself, “I will wait and see.”
About night Sedit thought, “If he comes and will not speak to me, I’ll kill him.” All night he waited. He rose very early, had not slept any. About sunrise he saw a man coming from afar, from the east, moving westward. Sedit watched, had his bow and arrows ready. It was he who would not speak the day before. Sedit shot him in the breast, shot again. The big man paid no heed, passed right along. Sedit shot twenty arrows. The stranger looked all the time at Sedit, said nothing. Sedit shot twenty arrows more—spent all his arrows.
After he had shot away the forty arrows, and the man had passed right close to him, Sedit sat down and thought, “Who is this that I cannot kill him?” He thought a long time, and then knew that he must be Sas Kiemila.
It was old Sas. Sas had been fooling Sedit, just as Kele’s daughters had fooled him.