They brought this apron, made the headband, and tied it on his head.
“This is the one,” said the yapaitu.
Kol Tibichi began to sing; the Hlahi danced a few minutes. The boy blew then, and the yapaitu left him. Kol Tibichi ate venison first and drank water, then took other kinds of food. From that time on Kol Tibichi was a Hlahi.
Soon after the great Hlahi dance, perhaps two weeks, Notisa, chief of Norpat Kodiheril, fell sick; he began to have a bad feeling at midday, and in the evening all his friends thought he would die. In the early night people in Norpat Kodi saw a light going to Kol Tibichi’s house.
“People are coming; there must be some one sick in the village,” said the boy’s father and mother. “People are coming. See, there is a big light moving this way.”
Two men came to the door. “Come in,” said Kol Tibichi’s father. “We thought some one was sick when we saw your light coming.”
“We are here because Notisa is sick,” said the men. “He got sick at noon.”
The two men spread out a marten skin and said: “We brought this to show it to you and your son. We have heard that he is a powerful Hlahi. The chief gave us this skin to show you. We are afraid that Notisa will die. We want your son to go with us to see him.”
They gave the skin to Kol Tibichi. It was the best skin in the chief’s house.
“We will go,” said Kol Tibichi’s father. “I do not say that my son is a Hlahi, but he can do something.”