From their lips, all blood-covered, there came a moaning.

Ow aye, the moaning of a mother over her dead.

The heifers ran forward, then back; they ran round and galloped away, afraid--galloped into the forest.
"In my heart, O white friend, I was sorry for the brothers.

The moaning was the cry of sorrow that one felt for the other.

'O my brother, I must slay you,' that was the meaning of the moaning.
Their tongues rolled out, swollen; their legs shook, their eyes were covered with mist.