To twine into wreaths for Laká!
Thus toiled the seer Hiiaka;
For hers was the magic of cure.
But come thou, mount, enter, possess;
Give life to thy servant and priest.
Here’s water, the Water of Life!
Grant life in abundance, life!
The conclusion of this prayer saw Lohiau quite restored to consciousness, but in a state of utter bewilderment as to his surroundings. He found himself most unaccountably in a small rocky chamber with two women who were utter strangers in attendance on him. Before him, as he looked out, hung the apron of a mountain precipice, while in the distance and far below tossed the ocean, a familiar sight that called him back to earth at once, stirring pleasant fancies in his mind and waking in him a yearning for the sea.
[1] Uli, the chief aumakua of sorcery, but at the same time having power as a healer if she would but exercise it. [↑]