Here from the house made of all kinds of knives.
From where all kinds of knives dangle on high,
You have the treasures, holy one, not I.
The hero, Changing Grandchild, now arrives,
Here from the house made of the yellow knives.
From where the yellow knives dangle on high,
You have the treasures, holy one, not I.[280]
368. His song had scarcely ceased when they heard, in the far east, a loud voice singing this song:—
With Slayer of the Alien Gods I come,
From the house made of dark stone knives I come,