The eldest brother said: “Somebody makes him mad; maybe you have been boasting that we killed his father and mother.” He scolded the woman till she said: “I am going off; I sha’n’t come back till night.”
While she was gone, old woman Wus stole half of her roots, dug a hole and hid them, and then made mole tracks around, little hills of dirt.
In Lok’s house the chief slept in the middle, near the fire; two brothers slept on one side of him and two on the other; the sister slept by the ladder. That night, when the brothers were asleep, little Kékina crept into their house. He passed his hands over them and they all slept soundly, they couldn’t wake up. He cut off the chief’s foot, put the end of his leg on the log in the fire, and said to it: “Don’t you waken the chief till you are half burned up.” He took the foot home. Wus roasted it, and she and her nephews ate it. Then she put out [[352]]the fire, rubbed ashes on her mouth to hide the grease, and began to cry as if she were hungry.
When the leg was half consumed, the chief woke up and screamed: “My leg is burning! My leg is burning!” His sister said: “This is Kékina’s work,” but the chief said: “No, I went to sleep with my feet on the log.” He died the next day.
When his brothers were going to burn the body, old woman Wus said: “People will make fun of you if you burn your brother. You must put him in the ground with his burnt leg sticking out. If you feel badly, you can go away. I will watch, I won’t let anything come to eat him.”
When the Lok brothers had put the chief in the ground and gone off, Wus dug up the body and cooked it for her nephews to eat; then she stuck a chunk of burnt wood where the leg had been.
The next day old woman Lok said: “I am afraid Wus and those boys will dig up our brother’s body and eat it.” And she went to see. She didn’t go far, for she saw the chunk sticking up out of the ground and thought it was the leg.
The elder Kékina brother said to Wus: “You must go and find out what the Loks are doing. You can tell them that I have driven you away.”
When Wus got where the Loks were camped, she began to cry.
They asked: “What are you crying for?”