The Malaki looked around the room, but there was no man there, only a little baby swinging in its cradle.  Outside the house were many malaki from the great town of Lunsud, and they came rushing in the door, each holding a keen blade without handle (sobung).  They all surrounded the Malaki in the gold chair, ready to fight him.  But the Malaki gave them all some betel-nut from his kabir, and made the men friendly toward him.  Then all pressed around the Malaki to look at his kabir, which shone like gold.  They had never before seen a man’s bag like this one.  “It is the kabir of the Malaki T’oluk Waig,” they said.  The Malaki slept that night with the other malaki in the house.

When morning came, the day was dark, like night, for the sun did not shine.  Then the Malaki took his kampilan and stuck it into his belt, and sat down on his shield.  There was no light on the next day, nor on the next.  For eight days the pitchy darkness lasted; but on the ninth day it lifted.  Quick from its cradle jumped the baby, now grown as tall as the bariri-plant; that is, almost knee-high.

“Cowards, all of you!” cried the child to the Malaki Lunsud.  “You are no malaki at all, since you cannot fight the Malaki T’oluk Waig.”  Then, turning to the Malaki T’oluk Waig, the little fellow said, “Please teach me how to hold the spear.”

When the Malaki had taught the boy how to make the strokes, the two began to fight; for the boy, who was called the Pangalinan, [90] was eager to use his spear against the Malaki.  But the Malaki had magical power (matulus [91]), so that when the Pangalinan attacked him with sword or spear, the blades of his weapons dissolved into water.  For eight million days the futile battle went on.  At last the Pangalinan gave it up, complaining to the Malaki T’oluk Waig, “How can I keep on fighting you, when every time I hit you my knives turn to water?”

Disheartened, the Pangalinan threw away his spear and his sword.  But the Malaki would not hurt the Pangalinan when they were fighting; and as soon as the boy had flung his weapons outside the house, the Malaki put his arm around him and drew him close.  After that, the two were friends.

One day the Pangalinan thought he would look inside the big gold box that stood in the house.  It was his mother’s box.  The boy went and raised the lid, but as soon as the cover was lifted, his mother came out from the box.  After this had happened, the Pangalinan got ready to go and find the Moglung whom the Malaki had been seeking.  The boy knew where she lived, for he was the Moglung’s little brother (tube’ [92]).  He took the bamboo ladder that formed the steps to the house, and placed it so that it would reach the Shrine in the Sky, whither the Moglung had gone.  Up the bamboo rounds he climbed, until he reached the sky and found his sister.  He ran to her crying, “Quick! come with me!  The great Malaki T’oluk Waig is down there.”

Then the Moglung came down from heaven with her little brother to their house where the Malaki was waiting for her.  The Moglung and the Malaki were very happy to meet again, and they slept together that night.