Yet soon again the world rumbled, and again they led the way into a
country and place called Támëlan K‘yaíyawan (Where tree boles stand
in the midst of the waters). There the people abode for long, saying
(poor people!) "This is the Middle!" Therefore they built homes. At
times they met people who had gone before, thus learning much of ways
in war, for in the fierceness that had entered their hearts with fear,
they deemed it not well, neither liked they to look upon strangers
peacefully. And many strange things also were learned and happened
there, that are told in other speeches of the ancient talk.
Having fought and grown strong, lo! when at last the earth groaned and
the conches sounded warning, and the Twain bade them forth, forsooth!
they murmured much, and many (foredoomed!), turned headstrong and were
left to perish miserably in their own houses as do rats in falling
trees, or flies in forbidden food!