“How can I be in your way? I came here to get a drink.”
Kûlta went off under the water; he felt badly, felt lonesome. When the woman came to the bank, he got out of the water and walked along on dry land.
Kûlta said: “Somebody is coming.” He stubbed his toe and fell; Wus made him. That minute Wus was there. His clothes were covered with beads, and he looked nice.
Kûlta was afraid; he asked: “Why do you bother me? I didn’t know that you wanted this woman. I know you; you are Wus.”
Wus said: “I don’t want her. I never saw her before. I am not Wus. Does Wus look like me? Does he dress in beads? I never saw Wus. My house is over there where you have been.” [[246]]
Kûlta didn’t want to talk. He started on, but Wus got ahead and walked in front of him.
Kûlta said: “You can have this woman.”
When she wasn’t willing to go with Wus, he said to her, “I don’t want to give my life for you. You must go with him.”
“He will never pay for me; why should I go with him?” asked the woman.
Kûlta had a piece of soft, white stone that he could paint with. Wus asked for half of it.