Kaaialii watched the departure of Kaala and her father until they
disappeared in the valley of Palawai, and then gloomily returned to
his hut. His fears troubled him. He thought of his beautiful Kaala,
and his heart ached for her warm embrace. Then he thought of the
looks and words of Oponui, and recalled in both a suggestion of
deceit. Thus harassed with his thoughts, he spent the day in roaming
alone among the hills, and the following night in restless slumber,
with dreams of death and torture. The portentous cry of an alae roused
him from his kapa-moe before daylight, and until the sun rose he sat
watching the stars. Then he climbed the hill overlooking the valley
of Palawai to watch for the return of Kaala, and wonder what could
have detained her so long. He watched until the sun was well up in
the heavens, feeling neither thirst nor hunger, and at length saw a
pau fluttering in the wind far down the valley.
A woman was rapidly approaching, and his heart beat with joy, for he
thought she was Kaala. Nearer and nearer she came, and Kaaialii, still
hopeful, ran down to the path to meet her. Her step was light and her
air graceful, and it was not until he had opened his arms to receive
her that he saw that the girl was not Kaala. She was Ua, the friend of
Kaala, and almost her equal in beauty. They had been reared together,
and in their love for each other were like sisters. They loved the
same flowers, the same wild songs of the birds, the same paths among
the hills, and, now that Kaala loved Kaaialii, Ua loved him also.
Recognizing Kaaialii as she approached, Ua stopped before him, and
bent her eyes to the ground without speaking.
"Where is Kaala?" inquired Kaaialii, raising the face of Ua and staring
eagerly into it. "Have you seen her? Has any ill come to her? Speak!"
"I have not seen her, and know of no ill that has befallen her,"
replied the girl; "but I have come to tell you that Kaala has not
yet reached the hut of Kalani, her mother; and as Oponui, with a dark
look in his face, was seen to lead her through the forest of Kumoku,
it is feared that she has been betrayed and will not be allowed to
return to Kealia."
"And that, too, has been my fear since the moment I lost sight of her
in the valley of Palawai," said Kaaialii. "I should not have trusted
her father, for I knew him to be treacherous and unforgiving. May
the wrath of the gods follow him if harm has come to her through his
cruelty! But I will find her if she is on the island! The gods have
given her to me, and in life or death she shall be mine!"
Terrified at the wild looks and words of Kaaialii, Ua clasped her
hands in silence.
"Hark!" he continued, bending his ear toward the valley. "It seems
that I hear her calling for me now!" And with an exclamation of rage
and despair Kaaialii started at a swift pace down the path taken by
Kaala the day before. As he hurried onward, he saw, at intervals,
the footprints of Kaala in the dust, and every imprint seemed to
increase his speed.
Reaching the point where the Mahana path diverged from the somewhat
broader ala of the valley, he followed it for some distance hoping
that Ua had been misinformed, and that Kaala had really visited her
mother and might be found with her; but when he looked for and failed
to find the marks of her feet where in reason they should have been
seen had she gone to Mahana with her father, he returned and continued
his course down the valley.
Suddenly he stopped. The footprints for which he was watching had now
disappeared from the Palawai path, and for a moment he stood looking
irresolutely around, as if in doubt concerning the direction next
to be pursued. In his uncertainty several plans of action presented
themselves. One was, to see what information could be gathered from
Kaala's mother at Mahana, another to follow the Palawai valley to
the sea, and a third to return to Kealia and consult a kaula. While
these various suggestions were being rapidly canvassed, and before any
conclusion could be reached, the figure of a man was seen approaching
from the valley below.
Kaaialii secreted himself behind a rock, where he could watch the
path without being seen. The man drew nearer and nearer, until at
last Kaaialii was enabled to distinguish the features of Oponui,
of all men the one whom he most desired to meet. His muscles grew
rigid with wrath, and his hot breath burned the rock behind which
he was crouching. He buried his fingers in the earth to teach them
patience, and clenched his teeth to keep down a struggling exclamation
of vengeance. And so he waited until Oponui reached a curve in the
path which brought him, in passing, within a few paces of the eyes
that were savagely glaring upon him, and the next moment the two men
stood facing each other.
Startled at the unexpected appearance of Kaaialii, Oponui betrayed
his guilt at once by attempting to fly; but, with the cry of "Give
me Kaala!" Kaaialii sprang forward and endeavored to seize him by
the throat.
A momentary struggle followed; but Oponui was scarcely less powerful
than his adversary, and, his shoulders being bare, he succeeded in
breaking from the grasp of Kaaialii and seeking safety in flight
toward Kealia.
With a cry of disappointment, Kaaialii started in pursuit. Both were
swift of foot, and the race was like that of a hungry shark following
his prey. One was inspired by fear and the other with rage, and
every muscle of the runners was strained. Leaving the valley path,
Oponui struck for Kealia by a shorter course across the hills. He
hoped the roughness of the route and his better knowledge of it would
give him an advantage; but Kaaialii kept closely at his heels. On
they sped, up and down hills, across ravines and along rocky ridges,
until they reached Kealia, when Oponui suddenly turned to the left
and made a dash for the temple and puhonua not far distant. Kaaialii
divined his purpose, and with a last supreme effort sought to thwart
it. Gaining ground with every step, he made a desperate grasp at the
shoulder of Oponui just as the latter sprang through the entrance
and dropped to the earth exhausted within the protecting walls of
the puhonua. Kaaialii attempted to follow, but two priests promptly
stepped into the portal and refused to allow him to pass.
"Stand out of the way, or I will strangle you both!" exclaimed
Kaaialii, fiercely, as he threw himself against the guards.
"Are you insane?" said another long-haired priest, stepping forward
with a tabu staff in his hand. "Do you not know that this is a puhonua,
sacred to all who seek its protection? Would you bring down upon
yourself the wrath of the gods by shedding blood within its walls?"
"If I may not enter, then drive him forth!" replied Kaaialii, pointing
toward Oponui, who was lying upon the ground a few paces within,
intently regarding the proceedings at the gate.
"That cannot be," returned the priest. "Should he will to leave,
the way will not be closed to him; otherwise he may remain in safety."
"Coward!" cried Kaaialii, addressing Oponui in a taunting tone. "Is
it thus that you seek protection from the anger of an unarmed man? A
pau would better become you than a maro. You should twine leis and
beat kapa with women, and think no more of the business of men. Come
without the walls, if your trembling limbs will bear you, and I will
serve you as I did your friend, the breaker of women's bones. Come,
and I will tear from your throat the tongue that lied to Kaala,
and feed it to the dogs!"
A malignant smile wrinkled the face of Oponui, as he thought of Kaala
in her hiding-place under the sea, but he made no reply.
"Do you fear me?" continued Kaaialii. "Then arm yourself with spear
and battle-axe, and with bare hands I will meet and strangle you!"
Oponui remained silent, and in a paroxysm of rage and disappointment
Kaaialii threw himself upon the ground and cursed the tabu that barred
him from his enemy.
His friends found and bore him to his hut, and Ua, with gentle arts
and loving hands, sought to soothe and comfort him. But he would
not be consoled. He talked and thought alone of Kaala, and, hastily
partaking of food that he might retain his strength, started again
in search of her. Pitying his distress, Ua followed him--not closely,
but so that she might not lose sight of him altogether.
He traveled in every direction, stopping neither for food nor rest. Of
every one he met he inquired for Kaala, and called her name in the
deep valleys and on the hill-tops. Wandering near the sacred spring
at the head of the waters of Kealia, he met a white-haired priest
bearing from the fountain a calabash of water for ceremonial use in
one of the temples. The priest knew and feared him, for his looks
were wild, and humbly offered him water.
"I ask not for food or water, old man," said Kaaialii. "You are a
priest--perhaps a kaula. Tell me where I can find Kaala, the daughter
of Oponui, and I will pile your altars with sacrifices!"
"Son of the long spear," replied the priest, "I know you seek
the sweet-smelling flower of Palawai. Her father alone knows of
her hiding-place. But it is not here in the hills, nor is it in
the valleys. Oponui loves and frequents the sea. He hunts for the
squid in dark places, and dives for the great fish in deep waters. He
knows of cliffs that are hollow, and of caves with entrances below the
waves. He goes alone to the rocky shore, and sleeps with the fish-gods,
who are his friends. He--"
"No more of him!" interrupted the chief, impatiently. "Tell me what
has become of Kaala!"
"Be patient, and you shall hear," resumed the priest. "In one of
the caverns of the sea, known to Oponui and others, has Kaala been
hidden. So I see her now. The place is dark and her heart is full of
terror. Hasten to her. Be vigilant, and you will find her; but sleep
not, or she will be the food of the creatures of the sea."
Thanking the priest, Kaaialii started toward the bay of Kaumalapau,
followed by the faithful Ua, and did not rest until he stood upon
the bluff of Palikaholo, overlooking the sea. Wildly the waves beat
against the rocks. Looking around, he could discern no hiding-place
along the shore, and the thunder of the breakers and the screams of
the sea-gulls were the only sounds to be heard. In despair he raised
his voice and wildly exclaimed:
"Kaala! O Kaala! where are you? Do you sleep with the fish-gods,
and must I seek you in their homes among the sunken shores?"
The bluff where he was standing overlooked and was immediately above
the Spouting Cave, from the submerged entrance to which a column of
water was rising above the surface and breaking into spray. In the
mist of the upheaval he thought he saw the shadowy face and form of
Kaala, and in the tumult of the rushing waters fancied that he heard
her voice calling him to come to her.
"Kaala, I come!" he exclaimed, and with a wild leap sprang from the
cliff to clasp the misty form of his bride.
He sank below the surface, and, as the column disappeared with him
and he returned no more, Ua wailed upon the winds a requiem of love
and grief in words like these:
"Oh! dead is Kaaialii, the young chief of Hawaii,
The chief of few years and many battles!
His limbs were strong and his heart was gentle;
His face was like the sun, and he was without fear.
Dead is the slayer of the bone-breaker;
Dead is the chief who crushed the bones of Mailou;
Dead is the lover of Kaala and the loved of Ua.
For his love he plunged into the deep waters;
For his love he gave his life. Who is like Kaaialii?
Kaala is hidden away, and I am lonely;
Kaaialii is dead, and the black kapa is over my heart:
Now let the gods take the life of Ua!"
With a last look at the spot where Kaaialii had disappeared, Ua
hastened to Kealia, and at the feet of Kamehameha told of the rash act
of the despairing husband of Kaala. The king was greatly grieved at
the story of Ua, for he loved the young chief almost as if he had been
his son. "It is useless to search for the body of Kaaialii," he said,
"for the sharks have eaten it." Then, turning to one of his chiefs,
he continued: "No pile can be raised over his bones. Send for Ualua,
the poet, that a chant may be made in praise of Kaaialii."
Approaching nearer, Papakua, a priest, requested permission to
speak. It was granted, and he said:
"Let me hope that my words may be of comfort. I have heard the story
of Ua, and cannot believe that the young chief is dead. The spouting
waters into which Kaaialii leaped mark the entrance to the cave of
Palikaholo. Following downward the current, has he not been drawn into
the cavern, where he has found Kaala, and may still be living? Such,
at least, is my thought, great chief."
"A wild thought, indeed!" replied the king; "yet there is some comfort
in it, and we will see how much of truth it may reveal."
Preparations were hastily made, and with four of his sturdiest oarsmen
Kamehameha started around the shore for the Spouting Cave under the
bluff of Palikaholo, preceded by Ua in a canoe with Keawe, her brother.