Yes, yes, I will make you like a stick! Then I will"-- and he began driving in the knife under my chin.
"Mercy, my uncle," I said, for I was frightened and the knife hurt.
"Have mercy, and I will do whatever you wish!" "Will you do this ?" he asked, still pricking me with the knife.

"Will you get up, go to find the dog's cattle and drive them to a certain place, and hide them there ?" And he named a secret valley that was known to very few.

"If you do that, I will spare you and give you three of the cows.

If you refuse or play my false, then, by my father's spirit, I will find a way to kill you!" "Certainly I will do it, my uncle," I answered.

"Why did you not trust me before?
Had I known that you wanted to keep the cattle, I would never have smelt them out.