Norbis Kiemila, the white oak which rolled to the southeast, looked toward the northwest and saw Norwan. “I see my wife on this earth,” said he.
One evening Hessiha and Norwan were in the sweat-house, and Hessiha said,—
“My sister, I have heard news to-day from Norbis Kiemila. He says that you are to be his wife.”
She said nothing, and Hessiha talked on: “My sister, I heard a man say that he would come to see you. He lives at Sonomyai—he is Sedit, Sedit of Sonomyai.”
“My brother,” said Norwan, “what are you telling me?”
“I am telling you, my sister, what I have heard. Sedit is coming.”
“Why does he come? I don’t like him. He has a bad breath.”
Next morning Norwan rose and began to dance.
“My sister,” said Hessiha, that evening, “I hear that a man is coming from Chanahl Puyuk, a good man. His name is Kaukau Herit. He is coming to see you.”
“Why does he come here?” asked Norwan. “His neck is too long, his legs are too long.”