'Is it you, my nephew?' asked he, and the boy answered:
'Yes; it is I.'
'Where did you come from?'
'From my uncle's village.'
Then the man read what the boy had in his mind and said:
'It was not I who killed your uncles and your mother's friends; it was the East Wind and the North Wind.'
But the boy did not trust the man's words, and knew that in his heart he wished him evil. And while he was thinking this the big man said to him:
'Let us exchange arrows.'
'Not so,' replied the boy. 'My arrows are better than yours.' And his words were true, for they were all different, and pointed with different things. The point of one was a porcupine quill, and of another bark, but the best of all was called Heart-stopper, because the moment it touched a man's body his heart ceased to beat.
'My arrows are pointed with sea-urchins; behold how they move,' said the man; but again it was not true what he told the boy, for the points were made of weed.