From this fire Tsawandi Kamshupa went to another, and that morning he killed all the Tenna women who were out; not one was left alive, except a few who had remained at home in the sweat-house. He went farther south now; went to their sweat-house. It was still early morning. All the Tenna men were at home. “How shall I kill them?” thought Tsawandi. “I will go into the house and say that I am sent by my brother to invite them to a feast and a hunt. They’ll believe that.”
He looked down from the top of the house. There were many Tennas there. All the Tenna men were in the sweat-house. Tsawandi Kamshupa went in boldly; sat near the fire, warming his hands. The Tennas whispered to each other, “That’s my blood, sister; that’s my blood, brother!” meaning, “he’s my share; I’ll eat him.”
“Oh, you Tenna people, what are you talking of? I am your neighbor. I do not live very far from you, I am no stranger. I have come down here early this morning to invite you to a feast, to a hunt. Tsawandi Kamshu sent me down here to ask you; he would like to see you at his sweat-house.”
“This one here looks like Tsawandi Kamshu himself,” whispered some.
“Oh, no,” whispered others. “Tsawandi Kamshu is dead this good while. We killed him.”
“What are you telling each other?” interrupted Tsawandi Kamshupa. “I am not Tsawandi Kamshu. He does not look like me. He is my brother. He sent me to ask you to hunt. I killed some deer on the way here, but could bring only their hearts. Here are the hearts.”
He cut the hearts into pieces, gave them all to the Tennas. They roasted the hearts and ate them. He gave flint bread to them, as he had to the women on the mountain slope. All ate the bread, praised it, asked for more, ate it very eagerly. They began soon to fall on every side. Four Tennas only would not eat the flint bread. They closed the ground door, fastened it outside, went to the top of the sweat-house, and watched. Soon every Tenna in the sweat-house was dead.
Tsawandi Kamshupa looked up and saw the four Tennas there looking down at him. Their four heads were close together, and they looked very angry.
“Why are you four looking down here so? What are you watching for, what are you trying to do up there? The people down here have all gone to sleep, and can’t talk with me. I want you men to talk a while. Come down, you, and talk with me; then I’ll go home.”
The four Tennas said nothing.