The next morning the sisters told their father to make them bark sticks. He made five, and gave one to each girl. “Why didn’t you talk to them over the fire?” asked the youngest sister. “You can talk to them yourself,” said the old man. They built fires around the mountain, then they put the sticks on one of the fires, and said: “Draw to us those men who made fun of us.” The eldest sister said to her stick: “I want Blaiwas’ son to be here before me.” Each sister, except the youngest, talked to her stick in the same way; then they asked the youngest sister: “Why don’t you talk to your stick?” “I have nothing to tell it,” said she. While they were hunting, her bowstring broke. She felt lonesome; she knew something was going to happen. Kûlta’s father tied a stone knife on his son’s arm, and said: “Don’t let old Kúja have this unless he will take you for his son-in-law.” When the young man got to the house, the old woman hurried off to tell her daughters that he had come. The youngest sister began to cry; the eldest sister said: “We will kill him and throw him out.” The old woman screamed: “Let him alone! He isn’t one of the men who made fun of you.” But they ran in, caught hold of Kûlta, pounded him hard; pounded him till he died, then they threw him out. The youngest sister put ashes on her head and tied a blanket around herself, as a woman does when she mourns for her husband. She told her mother to take Kûlta’s body off and put sticks over it. Down in Blaiwas’ village, old Witkátkis said: “In a dream I saw fresh blood spread on the ground. Kûlta is dead!” Blaiwas said to Galaíwa: “You must go to old Kúja’s and find out what they have done to Kûlta.” When Galaíwa was near the house, she saw Kûlta’s wife mourning, and she asked: “Have you killed Kûlta?” “My sisters have killed him,” said the young woman. “You must make his father think he is alive. I want the other men to come here. Then I will show my sisters what I can do.” When Galaíwa got home, the people asked: “Is Kûlta alive?” She said: “I didn’t see him; he was off hunting for deer.” Blaiwas didn’t want his son to go to Kúja’s house, but the young man was drawn there; he couldn’t help going. That day the eldest sister’s bow broke. She sat down with it in her hand; she felt lonesome. The youngest sister asked: “Why do you feel lonesome? Why don’t you mend your bow?” “How can I? It is broken.” The sister took it, and right away it was whole. She threw it into her sister’s lap, and said: “You think you have as much power as I have. You have killed Kûlta. Wait a while; you will find out what I can do.” When they got home, young Blaiwas was there. The eldest sister went in and sat down by him. The next day Kaiutois came, and then Wûlkûtska’s son, and Wŏn’s son. The four sisters wanted to stay with their husbands, but the youngest sister made them go with her to hunt for deer. That night Galaíwa came again. “Why do you come here so often?” asked Kûlta’s wife.