At last Blaiwas said to his brothers: “We had better wrestle with him. It is just as well for us all to die here. If we start for home, he will kill us.”
Yahyáhaäs fixed a place for his leg and piled up stones on a cliff above the lake. The eldest brother was chief; he was the first man to wrestle. He said: “Be strong, my brothers, you can’t save yourselves. If he throws me over the cliff into the lake, don’t get weak. Be strong and all die together.” Then he sent a young boy to the village to tell the people that Yahyáhaäs was going to kill him and his brothers. [[155]]
Right away Yahyáhaäs threw Blaiwas over the cliff. As he sank in the lake, his bones boiled up to the top of the water, washed against the rocks, and rattled terribly.
Yahyáhaäs threw over one man after another. As each man sank, he turned to bones and the bones floated against the rocks, struck hard and made a great noise.
In Blaiwas’ house there was an old medicine woman. She woke up, and said: “I dreamed that I saw people crying and putting ashes on their heads. Our men have been killed. At noon to-morrow we shall get word of it.”
“Women always have bad dreams,” said Tusasás. “There is nobody in the world strong enough to kill the five brothers.” At noon the next day a boy came along the trail; he was crying and screaming. When he got to Blaiwas’ house, he said: “The five brothers are killed. By this time not one of them is alive.” He went to the next village and told the same news.
Tusasás threw dirt on his head and rolled in the ashes. The people cut off their hair and mourned. The next morning they said: “Let us go and see the place where our men were killed.”
Blaiwas’ little boy was sleeping by the fire; his sister shook him, and said: “Wake up and wash your face; we are going to see the place where Yahyáhaäs killed our people.”
When his face was washed, the boy said: “Fix my feet; I want to go too.”
“You are too small,” said his mother. “Why do you want to go?”