After the hands of Aukelenuiaiku had been blackened the grandaunt said to him: “We will sit here until the preparation of the awa is finished, when you must approach the opening. When you get to the opening, reach in with your hands. The first gourd they will give you contains the bitter water; throw that away and reach in again, and when they hand you the second gourd, that one contains the water of life of Kane; bring that with you.” Aukelenuiaiku then followed these instructions and approached the opening of the place in which the water of life of Kane was kept. After waiting for a moment Aukelenuiaiku reached in with his hands. When the guards saw these hands reaching in they were surprised, for they had never seen such a thing before. Being surprised, they hesitated for a while to study what they should do. The guards then took up some food and placed it into the hands of Aukelenuiaiku, but the hands dropped the food; they then placed some fish in the hands, and still the fish was dropped. The guards then wondered what the hand was reaching for. Finally one of the guards said: “Perhaps the hands are after the water of life of Kane.” One of the other guards thought that this was possible, so the gourd called Huawaiakaula, which held the water of life of Kane, was taken up and placed into the hands of Aukelenuiaiku. When the gourd was given to Aukelenuiaiku, he came up with it; then he broke off the neck and poured the water into his own gourd; then he proceeded and broke the network of strings that held the gourd. This network was called Paleaikaahalanalana. [97] After doing all this, Aukelenuiaiku began on his flight out of the hole, flying in a direction away from his grandaunt, Luahinekaikapu. But the grandaunt saw all this, and so she wept for her sister, Kamooinanea and her brother Lonoikoualii. She then recited the following mele, one of love for her sister: “I thought it was at Napili, On the road by which Kanemakua came, The lord, the crown [98] of Kuliliikaua. Lono is human indeed, For he has at times caught Ulaula, the fire, And has fought against Kuluheiua, Killed the heavy rain And routed the rain drops, The fine rain, The continuous rain That fell constantly at Kamakalana, Adjoining the forest belt [99] of Maui, Headwaters [100] of Ikumailani. There is a season, a season of endearment, A season, a season when they become parted. Cut the navel and its cord is severed. Art thou the one? Awake, O Lono! The earth above here is thine, O Kane, Where the waters are drawn up from the ocean, And are again sprinkled by Lonowaimakua. O ye rains! O ye rains!! How I grieve for you two as you drift by, How I long for the wind that blows the fine rain of Kuaihelani.”