Metsi lived, too, in Juka’s house. He was no relative; he just lived as a guest there.
One day all the men were out hunting. It was then that Haka Lasi saw Hitchinna in a dream. She began to sing about him, and she sang: “I dream of Hitchinna; I dream that he is my husband. I dream of Hitchinna; I dream that he is my husband.”
All the men came back from the hunt at night. At daylight next morning they went to swim, and Tsore Jowa made ready food for them. Haka Lasi took a very nice staff in her hand, and went on top of the sweat-house. She looked in and sang,—
“Where is my husband? Send him up here to me. I will take him away. We must go on a journey. Where is my husband? Send him up here to me.”
All knew that she had no husband.
“You have no husband,” said they.
Hitchinna was lying in one corner wrapped up in the skin of a wildcat.
“You have no husband in this house; all here are your brothers,” said Juka.
“I have a husband, and I want him to come here to me,” answered Haka Lasi.
“Well,” said the eldest son, “I will go up to her. Let us hear what she will say.” He went up.