So they came to his lodge. Now this young man also had been raised by his grandmother, and lived with her, they say.
“Grandmother, I have brought my friend home with me; get him something to eat,” said the grandson.
Grandmother said, “What shall I do?”
Then the visiting young man said, “How is it, grandmother?”
She said, “The people are about to die of thirst. All who go for water will not come back again.”
Fallen Star said, “My friend, take a kettle; we will go for water.”
“With difficulty have I raised my grandchild,” objected the old woman.
“You are afraid of trifles,” said the grandson. So he went with Star-born.
They reached the side of the lake. By the water of the lake stood troughs half full of water.
Star-born called out, “You who they say have killed every one who has come for water, where have you gone? I have come for water.”