The Duck thereupon fled away toward the mountain whence issued the
garrulous talking, and thence beyond, spying water, to the lake in its
hollow. There she swam to and fro, this way and that, up and down,
loudly quacking and calling. Lo! the lights of the Kíwitsin of the
Kâ´kâ began to gleam in the waters, and as she gazed she beheld, rising
from them, snout foremost, like one of her own kind, the Sálamopia
of the north, whom the gods of the Kâ´kâ, the noble and surpassing
Páutiwa and the ancient K‘yáu‘hliwa, had dispatched to bid the Duck
dive down and lay before them whatsoever message she might bear. The
Duck followed down, down, into the great assembly halls. There she
told of the far journeys she had made, of her finding and leading the
K‘yäk´lu, and how now K‘yäk´lu sat blind of eyes, maimed and hearing
naught of her calling, in the plain beyond the mountains.