Kûlta said: “Women have sharp eyes; they can tell if a man is smart. They don’t want to marry a common man.” Wus didn’t speak. He ate a few fish, washed his hands, and started off. “Why didn’t he say good-by?” asked Kûlta. “You made him mad,” said his daughter. “He never eats much; he travels all the time.” On the way home, Wus met Kaiutois’ daughter, and she told him that Blaiwas’ daughter had come back to see her father, and Kûlta was with her. “Will they go home soon?” asked Wus. “Yes, but you mustn’t harm them.” “I never harm people,” said Wus. “You shouldn’t think that way of me.” When he got home, his mother asked: “Where have you been?” Wus said: “I don’t want you to ask me things all the time. If you bother me, I will go off and not come back.” The next day Blaiwas’ sister and Kûlta started for home. The woman walked, but the man traveled in the lake. Wus watched him. Once, when Kûlta put his head up out of the water, Wus was right there. “Oh, you scared me!” said Kûlta. “Why should I scare you?” asked Wus. “I am a living person like yourself.” “You are in my way,” said Kûlta. “How can I be in your way? I came here to get a drink.” Kûlta went off under the water; he felt badly, felt lonesome. When the woman came to the bank, he got out of the water and walked along on dry land. Kûlta said: “Somebody is coming.” He stubbed his toe and fell; Wus made him. That minute Wus was there. His clothes were covered with beads, and he looked nice. Kûlta was afraid; he asked: “Why do you bother me? I didn’t know that you wanted this woman. I know you; you are Wus.” Wus said: “I don’t want her. I never saw her before. I am not Wus. Does Wus look like me? Does he dress in beads? I never saw Wus. My house is over there where you have been.” Kûlta didn’t want to talk. He started on, but Wus got ahead and walked in front of him. Kûlta said: “You can have this woman.” When she wasn’t willing to go with Wus, he said to her, “I don’t want to give my life for you. You must go with him.” “He will never pay for me; why should I go with him?” asked the woman. Kûlta had a piece of soft, white stone that he could paint with. Wus asked for half of it. Kûlta said: “No, I can’t give it to you; my father told me never to part with it. I had rather give you the woman.” “Can the paint do anything? Has your father any power? I have power, I can do anything. See, off there is where Blaiwas lives.” The woman looked, and right away she turned to a common eagle. As she flew off, Wus said: “You will no longer be a person. You will be a bird. The people to come will use your tail feathers to doctor with and to wear for an ornament.” Then he said to Kûlta: “You will no longer be a person. You will be an animal that even a woman can kill. I am Wus; I can do anything.”