“I am Kila of the uplands, Kila of the lowlands, Kila-pa-Wahineikamalanai, the offspring of Moikeha. I had thought that your evil designs against me were ended, but I see you still think evil of me. You brought me and left me here while you went home secretly. I called after you, but you would not turn back. After you had gone I lived as a slave under some of the Waipio people just for the sake of my living. I obeyed all the orders given me and went out to labor in the fields, did the cooking, prepared the food and brought firewood from those cliffs, the cliffs of Puaahuku. In this way did I labor patiently until I found a father in this person, Kunaka, when my labor for my living ended and I received my reward. I received the blessing you see me enjoying today only through my patience. All would have been well if this was the only crime committed by you. But no; you kidnapped a favorite son from this place; you killed him and took his hands and gave them to my mother and aunt and told them that they were my hands, and that I had been eaten up by a shark. As far as your treatment of me is concerned, I am able to overlook that, but your treatment of one of the favorite sons of Waipio is an act from the consequences of which I am unable to protect you, your life and death being entirely at the disposal of the parents of the boy whom you murdered.” While Kila was making himself known, the people with whom he had labored for his living began to realize that he was a very high chief, and they repented of their actions. After Kila had made himself known to his mother and aunt and to all the people, Hooipoikamalanai and her sister for the first time discovered the great crime committed by their sons. They then immediately ordered that their sons be forthwith placed on the altar which had been made ready for them, and that death be meted out to them as their just dues. Upon hearing these orders Kila deferred putting his brothers to death until the next day, while he studied a way of saving them, for he well knew they would not be killed. During that night he spoke to his mother and aunt as follows: “Let Umalehu and the rest of them be saved, because by their leaving me here in Waipio you are all saved from dying of hunger. Had they thrown me into the ocean you would not have had any food. I think they ought to be saved.” When his mother and aunt heard Kila’s intentions they would not entertain them, for they had made up their mind that their sons should die.