they gave her to him. They took her away. Kúngóri said, "I have forgotten my comb." "Go, Hrangchal, and fetch it," said Hpohtir; but Hrangchala--"I dare not. I am afraid," said he. So Hpohtir went (himself) to fetch (the comb). While he was gone Hrangchal took Kúngóri out and closed the hole with the great stone. After this they arrived at the house of Kúngóri's father. "You have been able to release my daughter," said he, "so take her." Kúngóri, however, did not agree. Said Kúngóri's father, "Hrangchal is here, but where is Hpohtira?" "We do not know Hpohtira's dwelling-place," he said. So Hrangchala and Kúngóri were united. Though Kúngóri did not wish it, he just married her. Hpohtira was married to Khuavang's daughter. Beside the house he sowed a koi-seed. It sprouted and a creeper sprang (upwards like a ladder). Hpohtira, when he was at Khuavang's, had a child (born to him), and he cooked some small stones, and when his wife was absent he gave the stones which he had cooked to the child, saying, "Eat." While it was eating Hpohtir climbed up the stalks of the koi creeper and got out. He went on and arrived at the house of Kúngóri's father. They had killed a mithan, and were celebrating the Khuangchoi and dancing. With one blow Hpohtira cut off the head of Hrangchal! Kúngóri's father cried, "Why, Hpohtira, do you cut off Hrangchala's head?" "I was obliged to decapitate him," said Hpohtir. "It was I who released Kúngóri from Keimi's village--Hrangchala dared not do it. When Khuavang carried off Kúngóri also Hrangchala dared not say him nay--he was afraid. Afterwards we followed Kúngóri's line of cotton thread, which led us to Khuavang's village. Kúngóri (after we had released her from there) forgot her comb; we told Hrangchal to go and fetch it, but he dared not. 'I am afraid,' said he, so I went to get it. He then took Kúngóri and left me behind, shutting the hole in the earth with a great stone. They went away. I married Khuavang's daughter, and while she was absent I climbed up the stalks of the creeper and came here." On this, "Is it so?" said they. "Then you shall be united." So Hrangchala died, and Hpohtira and Kúngóri were married. They were very comfortable together, and killed many mithan; they possessed many villages, and lived happy ever after. Thus the story is concluded. I condense the following tale told by the Kolhen from the obviously embellished version supplied to the Babu:--