Damhauja had a great many sons-in-law on the west beyond a river. All his daughters were married except two. These sons-in-law heard him call and wondered. “What has happened?” asked they of one another. “We’ve never heard the old man talk that way before. He must have found a new son-in-law; he must have found a husband for Halaia and Pahnino Marimi.”
All Damhauja’s sons came into the sweat-house.
Kechowala, a son-in-law and chief on the west side, sent his two sons, Kechowala and Darijua, to see what was happening at the sweat-house.
When the boys came and looked in, the elder saw a man, he thought, but did not know him. Damhauja’s sons were dancing a fire-dance. The two brothers looked around carefully, but the younger did not see the strange man. They ran down from the sweat-house, and on the way home began to quarrel.
“I think our grandfather has a new son-in-law; I saw him,” said Kechowala, the elder.
“You did not,” said the younger.
“Why do you try to hide him, why do you deny? I saw him surely.”
“When we get home, you will say that you saw a stranger in the sweat-house; but if you do, you will lie.”
“We shall see great trouble, I think,” said the elder; “there will be fighting now our grandfather has a new son-in-law, there will be great fighting.”
The two boys ran very fast, disputing as they went. They got to the river, swam across, ran home.