What wind is this blowing softly to your skin: Will you not incline towards your companion, To whom you clung when sleeping together, Whom you clasped in your arms, Who shared your griefs. When the wind bears to you this my love, Incline hither thy love, Sighing for the couch where both slept. Let your love burst forth, As the water-spring from its source. When the _tohunga_ had ended this _karakia_ he said to the husband “Go, fetch your wife. When she meets you, be quick to rub her all over with _kokowai_ (red-ochre).” So the man went, and when night came he lay down to sleep by the way side. While he slept he saw his wife coming to meet him. With this he awoke knowing well that the _tohunga_ had spoken truly. At day-light he went on his way, and after some time came in sight of the _Pa_ of the Fairies. No one was within the _Pa_. All had gone forth to look at the _Maori_ woman. Now a great desire towards her _Maori_ husband had come to the woman borne to her by the _karakia_ of the _tohunga_, so the woman said to her Fairy husband “Let me go and visit my new brothers-in-law.” This she said deceitfully; for when her Fairy husband consented, she went straight away to meet her _Maori_ husband, who, as soon as she came near, rubbed her all over with _kokowai_, and hastened home with her. Meanwhile the Fairy husband awaited her return. He waited a long while, and at last went to look for her: at length he discovered footsteps of a man and woman, then he knew she had gone off with her husband. So the war-party of the Fairies assembled, and went to attack the _Maori Pa_. But they found the posts of the _Pa_ daubed over with _kokowai_, and the leaves used in the ovens for cooking, thrown on the roofs of the houses: the _Pa_ too was full of the steam of cooked food. As for the woman, she was placed for concealment in an oven. So the Fairies feared to come near; for how could they enter the _Pa_ in their dread of the _kokowai_, and the steam of the ovens which filled the court-yard. So great is their dread of cooked food. Then the _tohunga Maori_ all standing up sung a _karakia_ to put to sleep the Fairies. Thrust aside, thrust afar, Thrust aside your sacredness, Thrust aside your _tohunga_: Let me, let me mark³³ you, Let me mark your brow, Give me thereupon your sacredness, You _mana_, your _tohunga_, Your _karakia_ give me, To place beside the oven-stones, To place beside the cinders, To place beside the _kokowai_. Now these rest on your head, On your sacred places, On your female _Ariki_. Your sacredness is undone. ³³ With _kokowai_, or red-ochre. By the time this _karakia_ came to an end, all the Fairies were seated on the ground. Their chief then stood up, and sung thus:—