Life for me. Life for you.
The flowers of fire wave gently.
Here is your pig.”—Amama.
The woman threw the pig and the fish over the edge into the mystic fires beneath and leaned over, looking down into the deadliness of the fire and smoke which received the sacrifice. Flaming hands leaped up, caught the gifts and drew them down under the red surface. But in a moment there was a rush upward of a fountain of lava and hurled up with it she saw the body of the little black pig tossing in the changing jets of fire.
Down it went again into the whirling, groaning fires of the underworld. Then she knew that the sacrifice had been accepted and that she was free from her vow of service to Pele. Every tabu upon her free action had been removed and she was free—free to do according to her own wish. Then she saw one of the women of the pit slowly changing into an old woman lying on [[108]]a mat of fire apart from the others. It was Pele who was always growing more and more jealous and angry with Hiiaka.
SUNSET OVER LEAHI, THE FORTIFIED CRATER OF OAHU
Pele called from the pit of fire, “O woman! have you seen two travellers?”
When she learned that they had been seen going on their journey she charged her new worshipper to go with Hiiaka and always spy upon her movements.
Wahine-omao became angry and cried out: “When I came here I thought you were beautiful with the glory of fire resting on you. Your sisters are beautiful, but you are a harsh old woman. Your eyes are red. Your eyebrows and hair are burned. You are the woman with scorched eyelids.” Then she ran from the crater, saying, “O Ku! O Ka!” Her feet seemed to be placed on a swift-moving cloud and in a few moments she was dropped by the side of Hiiaka.