“Wait awhile, grandson,” said they. “We will look and see if we can find something somewhere. Perhaps we can.”
On this earth there was no river, no creek, no water in any place but that water at Tsarau Heril. This was the morning after Mem Loimis had gone home.
Now a person came from the east to Olelpanti, Klabus Herit. “My uncle,” said Olelbis to Klabus, “I am looking all over the world below, but can see nothing on it. Do you know any place beyond the sky on the north, south, east, or west, where there is earth?
“I know no place where there is earth,” said Klabus.
Soon another person, Yilahl Herit, was seen coming from the west. When he came up, Olelbis asked,—
“My uncle, do you know of earth, or trees, or people in any place beyond the sky?”
“I do not,” answered Yilahl. “But are you all well here?”
“We are well and unharmed,” answered Olelbis.
“How did you come here? Which way did you come? Where did you stay that the world fire did not burn you?” asked Klabus of Yilahl.
“I will tell you,” said Yilahl. “When the fire began, I went west, I went under the sky where it touches the lower world, I went out to the other side. The fire did not go there. There is earth now in that place.”