So the Monster blew and on the silver platform that came of his breath Log met him in combat. Back and forth they raged, Log striking right and left with his mighty sword, the Serpent hitting at Log with all his nine scaly heads and belching forth fire and smoke from all his nine mouths. Log whacked off head after head until six lay gaping on the sand. But the last three he could not get.
Suddenly he pointed behind the Serpent and cried:
“Quick! Quick! The Sun! It is escaping!”
The Serpent looked around and Log whacked off a head. Now only two remained, but try as he would Log could get neither of them.
Again he tried a subterfuge.
“Your wife, O Son of Suyettar! See, yonder, they’re abusing her!”
The Monster looked and Log whacked off another head. But one now remained and as usual it was the hardest of them all to get. Log felt his strength waning while the Monster seemed more nimble than ever.
“I shall have to have help,” Log thought.
He threw back his shoe to his comrades and they at once loosed his dog. With the dog’s help Log was soon able to dispatch the last head. Then Three Bottles and Six Bottles helped him off his horse and supported him to the old woman’s hut where he soon fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning the blessed Sun rose at his proper time and people all over the world, falling on their knees with thanksgiving and weeping with joy, cried out: