Meantime, in the Black Lady’s house the boy was getting ready for a fight, because the Black Lady said, “Go down now; they want you down there.”

Then with sharp sword and long spear, bearing a fine war-shield, and wearing ear-plugs of shining ivory, the boy went down to meet the Buso.  When he went down the steps, all the other buso had come, and were waiting for him in front of the house.  Then they all went to fighting the one boy, and he met them all alone.  He fought until every one of the three thousand buso fell down dead.  At last, one only of the buso stood up, and he was the great Datu of Buso.  But even he fell down before that mighty boy, for none could conquer the boy.  He was matulus. [64] After all was done, the boy married the Black Lady, and lived well in her house.

Adventures of the Tuglay [65]

It was eight [66] million (kati) years ago, in the days of the Mona, [67] that the following events took place.

The Tuglay lived in a fine house the walls of which were all mirrored glass, and the roof was hung with brass chains.  One day he went out into the woods to snare jungle-fowl, and he slept in the woods all night.  The next day, when he turned to go home, he found himself puzzled as to which trail to take.  He tried one path after another, but none seemed to lead to his house.  At last he said to himself, “I have lost my way:  I shall never be able to get home.”

Then he walked on at random until he came to a vast field of rice, where great numbers of men were cutting the palay. [68] But the rice-field belonged to Buso, and the harvesters were all buso-men.  When they saw Tuglay at the edge of their field, they were glad, and said to one another, “There’s a man!  We will carry him home.”

Then the buso caught Tuglay, and hastened home with him.  Now, the great Buso’s mansion stretched across the tops of eight million mountains, and very many smaller houses were on the sides of the mountains, all around the great Buso’s house; for this was the city of the buso where they had taken Tuglay.  As he was carried through the groves of cocoanut-palms on Buso’s place, all the Cocoanuts called out, “Tuglay, Tuglay, in a little while the Buso will eat you!”

Into the presence of the great chief of all the buso, they dragged Tuglay.  The Datto Buso was fearful to look at.  From his head grew one great horn of pure ivory, and flames of fire were blazing from the horn.  The Datto Buso questioned the man.

“First of all, I will ask you where you come from, Tuglay.”

“I am come from my house in T’oluk Waig,” replied the man.

And the great Buso shouted, “I will cut off your head with my sharp kris!” [69]

“But if I choose, I can kill you with your own sword,” boldly answered Tuglay.

Then he lay down, and let the Buso try to cut his neck.  The Buso swung his sharp sword; but the steel would not cut Tuglay’s neck.  The Buso did not know that no knife could wound the neck of Tuglay, unless fire were laid upon his throat at the same time.  This was eight million years ago that the Buso tried to cut off the head of Tuglay.