The women cried: “Run away; he will kill you!” “No, he won’t,” said Góshgoise, and he covered his head with his blanket. Mole was Góshgoise’s medicine, and was always with him. He said to Mole: “Make holes around here!” Mole made a great many holes. When Kaudokis came rushing along with a spear in his hand, he fell into one of the holes, and Góshgoise cut his head off. The second brother came and was killed in the same way. The women were watching; they were glad. Each time they called out: “Another is coming!” As the third brother came near, he called out: “Where did you come from? What do you want here? Nobody can beat me!” That minute he fell into a hole, and Góshgoise cut his head off. Each time Góshgoise killed a Kaudokis, he pulled off his elk-skin blanket, and put it on himself. The women said: “Now the youngest brother is coming! He is stronger than the others.” The fifth brother came in a terrible whirlwind. Góshgoise thought: “Maybe he will kill me,” and he cried to Mole: “Dig deeper holes!” Just as Kaudokis raised his spear to strike, he stumbled and fell into a hole. Góshgoise cut his head off, put on his elk-skin blanket, and said: “Hereafter, you and your brothers will be nothing but creeping things.” That minute the souls of the Kaudokis brothers flew out and became worms. Góshgoise took the eldest brother’s wife for his own wife; then he freed all the captives and sent them, with his wife and his aunt, to stay with his grandmother, while he went farther. His aunt said: “As you travel, you will come to a high mountain; from the top of the mountain you will see a large village. Old man Juljulcus lives there. He has one son and one daughter, and if any man falls in love with the girl, her brother kills him.” Góshgoise traveled very fast; that night he camped on a high mountain, and the next morning he looked down into the valley. There was a river in the valley, and many women were walking along the bank; they were hunting for roots. Behind them all, Góshgoise saw Skóla, one of his aunts. As he went down the mountain, he stopped often to listen, for all those women were singing. He could hear his aunt’s voice. She was cleaning roots and throwing them into a basket that she had on her back. When Góshgoise came behind her, she saw two shadows. She turned around and looked up; when she saw who it was, she cried out: “Why did you come here? This is a bad place.” “Do you know me?” asked Góshgoise. “You are my nephew. How did you pass the house of the five Kaudokis brothers?” “I killed them.” When Góshgoise saw the daughter of old Juljulcus, he told his aunt he was going to her.