Umi advanced boldly and crossed the threshold.

Exclamations and cries of death sounded in his ears from all sides.

Without troubling himself, he passed on and entered the end door.
Liloa was asleep, wrapped in his royal mantle of red and yellow feathers.
Umi stooped, and, without ceremony, uncovered his head.

Liloa, awakening, said, "_Owai la keia_ ?--Who is this ?" "It is I," replied the youth; "it is I, Umi, your son." So saying, he displays his malo at the king's feet.
At this token Liloa, while rubbing his eyes, recognized Umi, and had him proclaimed his son.

Behold, then, Umi admitted to the rank of high chief, if not the equal of Hakau, his eldest son, at least his prime minister by birth--his lieutenant.
The two brothers lived at court on an equal footing.