When Kihapiilani arrived at the place where the old men were living they asked him: “What is your name?” Kihapiilani replied: “My name is Kihapiilani.” When the old men heard this it confirmed their guess of the morning. The old men then asked him again: “What is the object of the chief’s journey to these parts?” Kihapiilani replied: “I am seeking for someone to kill my brother Piilani. That is the object of my search.” Kihapiilani then related the incident of the insult which caused Kihapiilani to seek revenge. When the old men heard this they said: “Your older brother is as good as dead; he shall not live. Go to that house whose door is opened toward Waikapu; there you will find our sister, Pao by name. Upon your arrival at the place she will direct you what to do next, then you will gain your object and your older brother will be at your mercy.” Kihapiilani agreed to follow out the advice of the old men and said: “I will go along home and plant my potato stalks: after that has been done, then I will carry out your instructions.” We will here set forth the chant composed in honor of Piikea and her brothers. Kukaipaoa, [191] the lofty one is a chief, A chief of the heavens, a cloud Of the great heaven is Kumakomako, [192] A chief of the rocky cliffs of Kahuku, They are the solid [193] chiefs belonging to Lonokaeho. It was the brow of Lono that was anointed with the milk of the coconut, That was dedicated with the black [194] pig of Kane, The black pig of Lono. O Lono, here is your royal offspring, Your leaf, your shoot, your offshoot, your bud, Your sacred chief, Kihapiilani; Your chiefly offspring who stands in the light. Protect thou the sacred bud of Keaka, The thrifty sprout of Keakamahana That grew and flowered, The drooping flower of Hemahema, and Kaikilani, To whom belonged the drooping leaves of Kanaloa, Like the black-haired dog [195] in whose eye Blackness dwells in the pupil, With striped marks on the forehead, Marks of the kikakapu, [196] The sacred fish with the bitter gall. Bitter is the chiefess Keaka, [197] Who grew and developed through Keakealani. [198] By them was the sacred law broken, Broken by the product of the great chiefs. Here is a great district chief standing here; Kauhi is great; it is the foundation of the isles. Keaka is great for she has produced eight. The seas of her lands are noised on the shoals, [199] As rolling waves from the shoals of Kahiki. Keawe the great commander has arrived, The only offspring of the cloud in the heaven By the chiefess Kalanikauleleiwi. [200] This is Keaka’s chiefly one, by Keawe. That attraction was Piilani, For Keawe dwelt at Piilani’s, The gathering place of great chiefs. A chief, several chiefs were seen; They are the chiefs who go idly by, Walking about until the close of the day.