“You are not my husband,” said Haka Lasi. “Do not come near me.”
She drove that one down, and called again: “Where is my husband? Send him up to me.”
“Go you,” said Juka to the second son.
“I don’t want you,” said Haka Lasi to the second son.
She refused one after another, and drove them away until none was left but Hitchinna. Juka went then to Hitchinna and said,—
“My son, get up and go to her; it looks as though you were the one she wants.”
“He is the one,” said Haka Lasi; “he is my husband. I want him to go away with me.”
Hitchinna said not a word, but rose, washed, dressed himself nicely, and went to the woman.
“The sun is high now,” said Haka Lasi; “we must go quickly.”
She was glad when taking away the one she wanted. They travelled along, and she sang of Hitchinna as they travelled, sang of him all the time. They went a long distance, and at night she fixed a bed and they lay down on it.