Then came question and answer, as in former cases, and Niheu said,
"I fear thou wilt not recover thy wife, O my father. But let us go
inland to the foster son of Uli." So they went. But Niheu ran on ahead
and told Kana, the foster son of Uli: "Behold, here comes Hakalanileo,
bereft of his wife. We are all beat."

"Where is he?" inquired Kana.

"Here he is, just arrived."

Kana looked forth, and Hakalanileo recoiled with fear at the blazing
of his eyes.

Then spoke Niheu: "Why could you not wait before looking at our
father? Behold, you have frightened him, and he has run back."

On this, Kana, remaining yet in the house, stretched forth his hand,
and, grasping the old man in the distance, brought him back and sat
him on his lap. Then Kana wept. And the impudent Niheu said, "Now
you are crying; look out for the old man, or he will get water-soaked."

But Kana ordered Niheu to bestir himself and light a fire, for the
tears of Kana were as the big dropping rains of winter, soaking the
plain. And Kana said to the old man, "Now, dry yourself by the fire,
and when you are warm, tell your story."

The old man obeyed, and when he was warm enough, told the story of
his grief. Then said Kana, "Almost spent are my years; I am only
waiting for death, and behold I have at last found a foeman worthy
of my prowess."