Tusasás said to the old woman: “Your grandson wouldn’t come in at the smoke hole; he thinks that he is the biggest chief in the world, that he is made out of something nice. He has a body just like mine; he needn’t be so proud.”
“Keep still!” said the old woman, and she told Blaiwas that Tusasás was abusing her grandson.
“Go and help the women cook meat,” said Blaiwas.
“I won’t do it,” said Tusasás; “I wouldn’t do it if Leméis or Súbbas told me to.”
“Throw him out!” cried Blaiwas.
Men took hold of Tusasás by his thick hair and pulled him out of the house. His hair was as long as he was himself. It was all of the same length; not one hair was sticking up. It was black and glossy and stood out around him.
Kalaslákkas won the first game. Kumal was frightened; he said: “Some great gambler has come; maybe we shall get beaten.”
Tusasás put his mouth against a crack, and called out: “That game wasn’t hard to win; I could have won it myself.”
“Go and bring water for the women,” screamed Blaiwas. “Keep away from here!”
The women pounded Tusasás, pulled him away and told him not to make Kalaslákkas mad.