Kawelo: Roving Chief 9780824843168

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MMLO ROVING CHIEF Vivian L. Thompson Illustrated by Patricia A. Wozniak

@ A K O L O W A L U BOOK

University of Hawaii Press Honolulu

To Nona Beamer A T R I B U T E LONG OVERDUE

Text copyright © 1991 Vivian L. T h o m p s o n Illustrations copyright © 1991 University o f Hawaii Press All rights reserved Printed in the United States o f America 91 92 93 9 4 95 9 6 5 4 3 2 1 Library o f Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data T h o m p s o n , Vivian Laubach. Kawelo, roving chief / Vivian L. T h o m p s o n ; illustrated by Patricia A. Wozniak. p. cm. — (A Kolowalu book) Includes bibliographical references. Summary: Retells the little known legend o f Kawelo, set on the island o f Kaua'i and O'ahu. ISBN 0 - 8 2 4 8 - 1 3 3 9 - 1 (alk. paper) [1. Folklore—Hawaii.] I. Wozniak, Patricia A. ill. II. Title. PZ8.1.T3785Kaw 1991 [398.2]—dc20 91-13651 CIP AC Rev Development o f the illustrations was supported in part by Friends o f the Library of Hawaii University o f Hawaii Press books are printed on acid-free paper and meet the guidelines for permanence and durability o f the Council on Library Resources

Contents

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Acknowledgments vi

Main Characters 1 Kawelo's Birth Prophecy 5 Kawelo Makes a Lifelong Enemy 11

A Reunion—and a Surprise Encounter 19 A Humiliating Defeat 25 An Enemy—and a Partner 30 AEncounter Perilous Fishing Expedition 37 Great with Uhu

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Contents 42 A Mission of Vengeance 52 'Aikanaka's Seven Chiefs 65 Blazing Canoes—and a Giant Foe 73 The Standing Heap 81

Kawelo's Birth Prophecy Fulfilled 87 Glossary 89 Bibliography

Acknowledgments

The chants by Kawelo, Makuakeke, and Kalona are adapted from Selections from Fornander's Hawaiian Antiquities and Folk-lore, edited by Samuel H. Elbert, University of Hawaii Press, 1959. My warm thanks to Norman and Ray for all their patient help with computer problems.

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Kawelo, Roving Chief is a less well-known legend of Hawai'i, being localized on the island of Kaua'i. It has action, sly humor, and colorful characters. Kawelo, patient and good-humored as a young boy plagued by the arrogant 'Aikanaka and the lumbering Ka-ua-hoa, but fierce and determined as a warrior righting a wrong done to his 'ohana—his family. Little Warrior, Kawelo's adversary, his partner, his wife. She is that rare figure—a koa wahine—a woman trained in the arts of war. She remains feminine, but comes to Kawelo's aid with her pikoi, a snaring stick. Kalona, Master of Spears and Kawelo's wrathful father-in-law, who prophesies Kawelo's death by the standing heap. Makuakeke, grizzled fisherman, who takes Kawelo on a perilous expedition in pursuit of the Monster Uhu. The Seven Chiefs, foes of Kawelo who carry on an almost stylized warfare with him until the last falls. And for comic relief from all the warfare, Small-Red-One, 'Aikanaka's fleet-footed, faint-hearted runner. Come, meet these lusty characters from Hawai'i's past, in Kawelo, Roving Chief.

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t was the night of Mahealani, with the full moon of great good fortune shining down upon the island of Kaua'i, when Kawelo sounded his lusty birth cry. His mother smiled. "He will be a striver, this one." His father nodded proudly. "I would hear his grandfather's prophecy for this fine son of ours." He turned to a servant. "Bring Kupuna." Kupuna came with joyful haste. Lifting the sturdy man-child in his arms, he carried him to the family shrine, where the fierce image of Kane-of-the-Daybreak presided. There, everything lay ready: the fat young pig, the perfect coconut, the malo of fair kapa cloth—birth offerings for Kawelo, son of a High Chief. The ceremonial drum began a muffled beating that grew in intensity, then abruptly ceased. In the sudden silence, Kupuna laid the infant Kawelo upon the altar. Then he stepped back and, kneeling, began his chant of petition: "O Kane-of-the-Daybreak, who rules from the place of sun's rising to the place of sun's setting, who rules from the north to the south, from highest heaven to the foundations of earth below, hear my prayer.

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Kawelo, Roving Chief Look upon this High Chief's son, Kawelo. Brush aside darkness, brush aside evil, brush aside death. Grant him true mana. Give him long life. Protect him until his last long sleep. O Kane-of-the-Daybreak, a query, a question: What of this man-child? What lies ahead for him? What is his destiny? This is the ending of my prayer. It is finished."

Slowly, hopefully, the two men waited before the fierce image of Kane. Those gleaming eyes of pearl shell—what did they see in the future? That grinning mouth—did it gloat over what it saw? The rare yellow feathers of the mamo bird, outlining the crest of the god's helmet, lay smooth and still. The silence grew. Grandfather and father waited. Was there to be no answer from their god? There came a faint stirring as of a morning breeze. The feathers of Kane's helmet rippled. Rippled and lifted. Lifted and stood upright. Kupuna, as if in a trance, began to speak, his voice slow and solemn: "Hail to Kawelo, Roving Chief! He will be a great warrior, this one: fight many battles,

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Kupuna paused, as though he listened to the words of another, then repeated them: "He will rule as Ali'i Nui, this one! Ali'i Nui with great power, Ali'i Nui with vast lands, Ali'i Nui with strong sons— And with a deep sorrow." Kupuna's voice died away. The feathers of Kane's helmet rippled and were still. The prophecy had ended. Outside the shrine, there was great rejoicing as Kawelo's father and grandfather discussed the god's prophecy. Truly a splendid future for this one: warrior, protector of his parents, father of strong sons, and one day—ruler! Neither man gave mention to the closing line. . . .

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oon after, following the custom for chiefly families, Kawelo was given to his grandparents to raise and was taken to their home in Wailua. The family god went with

him. His three older brothers were growing up on O'ahu. There, a special shrine was built for Kane-of-the-Daybreak. There, daily prayers and offerings were made on behalf of Kawelo until he was old enough to assume those obligations himself. Under Kupuna's guidance, Kawelo learned those things needful for a chief's son. He learned the laws of the forbidden things: what could be done and what could not be done; what could be said and what could not be said. He learned to develop his body: to run and to leap, to box and to wrestle. His chiefly uncles, Tall-Slim-Coral and Short-Slim-Coral, trained him in the use of weapons—the first with the spear, the second with the war club. Each morning found Kawelo chanting a prayer to Kane-ofthe-Daybreak, asking to be made worthy of his great heritage. Each night found him better prepared for the destiny that lay before him. It was an isolated spot, this Wailua. For companionship, he had but two boys of his own age, and neither was one he would have chosen. 'Aikanaka, arrogant and domineering son of the

Ali'i Nui, ruler of the island of Kaua'i, made life miserable for Kawelo. So did his hulking servant, Ka-ua-hoa, w h o lived for two things only: to eat . . . and to carry out 'Aikanaka's slightest wish.

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'Aikanaka, seeing Kawelo sit down with his own food bowl, would shout, "Kawelo! My hunger is not satisfied. Take my food bowl back to the mua and fetch me more food!" Kawelo would answer cooly, "Let Ka-ua-hoa fetch your food. He is your servant. I am not." 'Aikanaka, seeing Kawelo swimming, would cry, "Kawelo! I would go surfing. Come ashore and carry my surfboard to the beach!" Kawelo would laugh aloud. "Let Ka-ua-hoa carry your surfboard. He enjoys being ordered about. I do not." 'Aikanaka, one day seeing Kawelo canoeing, shouted, "Kawelo! This stream is for my use only! Come ashore, you ugly little lowborn minnow!" "Lowborn?" Kawelo retorted. "I am son of a High Chief!" "And I am son of the Ali'i Nui! You must obey me!"

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" 'A 'ole! Not so!" Kawelo answered. "Your father is ruler, true, and him I will obey. But you? You are but another youth." 'Aikanaka's face grew dark with fury, and he shouted, "Kawelo, hear me! One day / shall be Ali'i Nui! Then you shall obey me — o r die!" "Perhaps," said Kawelo with a shrug. "But that day has not yet come." Ka-ua-hoa plagued Kawelo as well. When Kawelo brought his spears to the practice field, Ka-ua-hoa set aside his great calabash of poi and launched his kite, lumbering back and forth in Kawelo 's path. Kawelo calmly put away his spears and launched his own kite, sending it leaping and dancing far above the other. Ka-ua-hoa complained loudly. "Kawelo! I am 'Aikanaka's bodyguard! Your kite should not fly above mine! Bring it down!" Kawelo promptly brought it down, pouncing upon Ka-uahoa's kite, tangling string and tail. Ka-ua-hoa gave an angry pull. His cord snapped. His kite went whirling off into the sky. Snarling, Ka-ua-hoa turned. Kawelo braced himself for the hulking one's attack. But Ka-ua-hoa, seeing his opponent ready to defend himself, scowled and returned to his calabash, muttering. Kawelo smiled. This one is a coward, he thought. I shall never have to fear him. So time passed. Like darting fish in a fast-moving stream, the days . . . the months . . . the years slipped by. Childhood to boyhood . . . boyhood to youth . . . youth to manhood. Then one dark day brought word of the Ali'i Nui's death. Kawelo heard the news early. There was little time to lose. While 'Aikanaka attended ceremonies honoring his father, Kawelo slipped away.

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The ceremonies ended. 'Aikanaka sent Ka-ua-hoa to fetch Kawelo. 'Aikanaka awaited his arrival with anticipation. But Kaua-hoa returned with news that brought 'Aikanaka's wrath down upon his witless head. Kawelo had left for the island of O'ahu, to visit his brothers, who had long been begging him to come. "They have long been begging him to come, have they?" 'Aikanaka cried. "He lies! Kawelo has deliberately left this island rather than obey me as ruler! But one day he will return, and when he does—"

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ver the trackless miles of the ocean, a lone canoe made its way. For a day and a night it moved steadily on: under sail when the wind blew, by paddle when the wind failed. Paddle resting, Kawelo searched for a glimpse of land. Behind him rode Kane-of-the-Daybreak, staring out with pearl-shell eyes across the endless sea. On the second day, Kawelo sighted O'ahu's shoreline and murmured a prayer of thanksgiving to his god, Kane. Approaching the beach, he saw two youths practicing with spears. Skillful indeed they were, and Kawelo, watching, felt the expert's instinctive respect for excellence. Seeing him, they halted their practice. One came down to the water's edge and gave a cheerful hail. "Do you wish to land, stranger? Let me help you with your canoe." Kawelo nodded. Cutting through the surf, he glided into shallow water. As he stepped over the side, the first youth waded out to meet him and lifted the prow with ease. Together they carried the canoe up onto the sand. "Mahalo. I am Kawelo of Kaua'i. How are you called?" "My name is Meki Leaf." "You are a skillful spearsman." Meki Leaf shrugged, smiling. "It comes with practice. My friend Ka-ele here is far better than I. They call him the Pride of 'Ewa." Ka-ele nodded coldly.

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Kawelo studied the two thoughtfully. "You both handle spears well. I may have need of skillful spearsmen. We must talk more of this." Ka-ele's coldness vanished. "I am at your service," he offered swiftly. "Good," said Kawelo. He turned back to Meki Leaf. "I have come seeking my brothers. The eldest is called Maha-maha-ia. Would you know where he makes his home?" Ka-ele broke in before Meki Leaf could reply. "I know the place well. Let me show you the way. Meki Leaf has other plans." Meki Leaf stared. "What other plans?" "Your business with the spearmaker!" Ka-ele answered crossly. "But that is not an urgent matter," said Meki Leaf. Ka-ele shrugged, scowling. "Then come," said Kawelo, "both of you show me the way." "Gladly," said Meki Leaf. "Let me carry this for you." He lifted a heavy calabash from the canoe. Ka-ele carried nothing. They soon found the brothers Kawelo had not seen since childhood. He presented his two new acquaintances and they were made welcome. Kawelo studied the three brothers he could scarcely recall. Maha-maha-ia, the eldest, was a bludgeon of a man—bulky, ponderous, arrogant. Lei-ko'o, next in age, was a dagger—thin, sharp, dangerous. And Kamalama? Young, quiet Kama was a staff —gentle, dependable, comforting; a beloved companion from the start. After Kawelo and his companions had bathed and put on fresh malo, they joined the other men in the mua, where there was food and drink. Questions and answers flew back and forth. How were their parents? They were well. Who was to rule, now

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that the Ali'i Nui of Kaua'i had died? His son, 'Aikanaka. Kawelo's friend, 'Aikanaka? Kawelo gave a wry smile. "We have grown up together, true. But we have been less than friends. With him as ruler, it seemed wise for me to seek adventure elsewhere." "There is adventure to be found here!" cried Kamalama. "Stay with us, Kawelo!" Maha-maha-ia nodded regally. " 'Ae. We are favorites of the Ali'i Nui of O'ahu. He is keenly interested in the arts of warfare. There is much that we could teach you." "And I have much to learn," Kawelo answered courteously.

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"What better time than now?" Maha-maha-ia declared. "I am war-club champion of O'ahu, but I will share my great skill with you, young brother." "You are most kind," Kawelo said respectfully. Maha-maha-ia took up his own club, handed another to Kawelo, and the group moved outside. The eldest brother pompously explained the principles of defense and attack. Kawelo listened gravely. " N o w ! " said Maha-maha-ia, and the bout began. He swung to the left. Kawelo leaped aside. He swung to the right. Kawelo leaped over. Maha-maha-ia raised his club overhead and brought it down with a murderous blow on the spot where Kawelo had stood a second before—but stood no longer. Before Maha-maha-ia could raise his club again, Kawelo lunged forward and delivered a jolting blow that sent his brother thudding to the ground. He lay there, stunned. When Maha-maha-ia recovered, Kawelo helped him to his feet. "Our uncle Short-Slim-Coral taught me that blow," Kawelo explained. Maha-maha-ia grunted. Lei-ko'o spoke. "My specialty is wrestling. Did Short-SlimCoral teach you that also?" "He did not." "Then I shall have that honor," said Lei-ko'o. He took a stick and drew a six-foot circle on the ground. "Force me down, or—" he smiled a skeptical smile—"toss me out of the ring." The two circled warily, each seeking an opening. Swiftly Leiko'o darted in, got a painful hold on Kawelo's arm, and forced him to one knee. "One point for Lei-ko'o!" Maha-maha-ia announced gleefully. There came a blur of movement and a resounding crash. Maha-maha-ia blinked. Kama, Meki Leaf, and Ka-ele cheered.

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Kawelo had tossed his brother over his shoulder. Lei-ko'o lay, breathing hard, well outside the circle. "Kawelo is winner," Maha-maha-ia conceded grudgingly. Lei-ko'o sat up, glowering. "You said Short-Slim-Coral did not teach you wrestling!" "True, my brother," Kawelo answered. "It was Tall-SlimCoral w h o taught me." As Kawelo took his friends for a swim, the two older brothers exchanged surly glances. Kama moved tactfully off. "Kawelo will make us a laughing stock before the Ali'i Nui," Maha-maha-ia muttered. "Unless we prevent it," said Lei-ko'o. "Tomorrow, let us take him surfing. We are experts. But what chance has he had for surfing in that puny stream in Wailua?" At the beach the next morning, the surf was running high. Leiko'o gave Kawelo a wary glance. "Which uncle taught you surfing, my sly brother?" "Aue! Neither!" Kawelo answered ruefully. "Our uncles are expert in land sports only." "Then watch me and learn how it is done," said Lei-ko'o, complacently. He plunged into a rising swell and paddled outward, then turned his board. Studying the coming waves, he chose one and paddled hard to keep ahead of the mounting wall of water. As it lifted, he sprang to his feet and stood, balancing skillfully as he rode the wave shoreward. Glancing back, he scowled to see Kawelo riding smoothly behind him. Reaching shore, he waited, fuming, for Kawelo. "You said neither uncle taught you surfing!" Lei-ko'o accused. "True, my brother. It was 'Aikanaka w h o taught me." Kawelo picked up his board and plunged into the surf again. "So much for your fine plan," said Maha-maha-ia glumly.

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"Let be," said Lei-ko'o irritably. "I have a better plan for tomorrow—one that will surely bring about his downfall. The following day, Lei-ko'o greeted Kawelo with forced admiration. "Your surfing skill has already earned you a reputation, young brother. You have been challenged to compete with one of our outstanding surfers today!" "Who is that?" Kawelo asked. "Ah, the name is a secret. Perhaps you hesitate to compete with a nameless opponent, Small Brother?" Kawelo laughed. "What matters a name when one rides the salty surf? Does a name help or hinder one's balance? I think not. I am eager to meet this opponent." The group left for the beach—Kawelo, his three brothers, and his two companions, Meki Leaf and Ka-ele. On the way, Kama found an opportunity to whisper to Kawelo. "Be on guard. My brothers plan to trick you." Kawelo's eyes gleamed. "Mahalo, Kama." He smiled fondly at his younger brother. The beach was crowded with spectators but nowhere could Kawelo see another youth with a surfboard. Lei-ko'o called out to the crowd, "Ah, my friends, you have come to watch the surfing competition? Here is our young brother Kawelo from Kaua'i, and there—his challenger!" Above the heads of the crowd, Kawelo saw a surfboard move forward. People made way, laughing and cheering. Kawelo went forward to meet his opponent, then stopped. The surfer was a slender young woman, the loveliest he had ever seen. He went toward her, smiling, with outstretched hand. She evaded him nimbly, ran into the water, and began swimming out, pushing her board before her. Kawelo snatched up Lei-ko'o's board and followed. Out

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where the waves began to gather, she sat on her surfboard, faintly smiling, waiting for the right moment. The first wave rose. Kawelo arrived too late for that. He dove through it. As he surfaced, he saw the young woman sweep past, balancing gracefully. He caught the next wave and followed her in. By the time he reached the foaming white water near shore, she was on her way out again. Wave after wave they rode, and each time she managed to outdo him. Pushing through . . . pulling out . . . angling across . . . each maneuver she performed faultlessly. Then one wave seemed to catch her unaware. Kawelo, paddling out, saw a mountainous green wave rising behind her. It started to curl, towering above her. He shouted a warning, saw her deftly change direction and slide along the hollow tunnel of the wave, keeping just ahead of the curling crest. From the watchers came a chorus of admiring shouts. The young woman nodded, rode her board into shallow water far down the beach, carried it out, and disappeared as mysteriously as she had come. Kawelo, reaching shore, tried to follow. His jeering brother blocked his way. "Ho, Kawelo!" cried Lei-ko'o. "What happened to your luck? Outdone by a girl? Aue!" "No matter," said Kawelo impatiently. "Step aside. I must follow her." But his scheming brothers, irked at his lack of embarrassment, barred his way. "Kama!" Kawelo called. "Follow her! I must know more of her! Find out what you can!" Kama, nodding, ran after her. Lei-ko'o and Maha-maha-ia, outwitted, snatched up their boards and plunged into the surf. Their trick had lost its zest.

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amalama, returning from his mission, made his report. "Kawelo, my brother, forget this woman. She could mean nothing but trouble for you." "Nonsense!" Kawelo scoffed. "What is her name?" "She is called Little Warrior, and is well named. She is daughter to Kalona, Master of Spears, and a koa wahine. He has taught her his most deadly skills. With my own eyes I saw her catch and return a volley of spears thrown by her father and her brother. Catch them as easily as our most skillful spearsmen. Not only that! She is expert with the pikoi, as well. Have you ever been sent sprawling, tripped by a skillfully thrown snaring cord? Thrown by a beautiful young woman? It is not a pleasant experience, believe me. Find a gentle, womanly woman, Kawelo. This one is not for you." "This one is surely for me!" Kawelo cried. "A perfect wife for a warrior chiefs son! I have no interest in gentle maidens! Carry this message to Kalona, Master of Spears. Tell him I have need of further practice in the art of the spear and would study under his expert instruction. I and my men. Tomorrow morning, if convenient. Join me, Kama?" Kama shook his head. "Carry your message? 'Ae. But join you? 'A 'ole. I am not that fond of the arts of war." Early the next morning, Kawelo set out with his two companions Meki Leaf and Ka-ele. He had extended his invitation to both and both had accepted—Ka-ele with enthusiasm, Meki Leaf with some hesitation. 19

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Meeting Kalona, Kawelo wondered if he had been a bit hasty. The Master of Spears was a cold individual with a weathered face and piercing eyes. He asked nothing of his students' previous experience, just set them to work at the most elementary of drills. His young son, assisting him, performed skillfully and mechanically, without error, without interest. Of the beautiful young daughter, there was no sign. Day followed day, each filled with the same grueling monotony. Hour after hour, Kawelo sweated in the blazing sun at exercises he had mastered in his earliest sessions with his uncle TallSlim-Coral. "Lunge and recover! Lunge and recover! Lunge and recover! Parry and thrust! Parry and thrust! Parry and thrust! Balance and hurl! Balance and hurl! Balance and hurl!" Kawelo heard Kalona's harsh voice rasping out his tedious commands all day long, then, falling exhausted on his sleeping kapa, heard them over and over again in his dreams. "Lunge and recover! Parry and thrust! Balance and hurl!" As the wearisome sessions dragged on, the two young men, Ka-ele and Meki Leaf, who had been close companions, grew apart. Ka-ele developed a fanatic interest in the handling of spears, striving for cold precision, intolerant of blunders. Kalona, Master of Spears, became his model. Meki Leafs gentle nature grew weary of the constant competition. His admiration for Ka-ele began to fade. In what little time he had free of drilling, a warm companionship with Kamalama came to take its place. The two became fast friends. They shared a common philosophy, looking upon the arts of war as a necessary but not enjoyable means of survival. Kawelo, on the other hand, grew closer to Ka-ele. Impressed by Ka-ele's driving urge for perfection, Kawelo saw him as a model warrior.

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Kawelo, Roving Chief In one of their conversations, Ka-ele suggested smoothly,

"Would it not be well, Kawelo, to select and train a small band of men in these skills we learn from Kalona? Who knows when you may have need of such a company?" "A good thought," Kawelo replied. "But when our sessions are over, I have little taste for more spear work." "Would you permit me to train such a band?" Ka-ele asked. " 'Ae, gladly. A company of seven would be useful. You already have two available." "Oh? Which two?" "Kama and Meki Leaf." "Ah, yes. Kama and Meki Leaf." If Kawelo noticed Ka-ele's lack of enthusiasm, he thought little of it. "Recruit what men you need, and begin training. When they are ready, let me know." To Ka-ele's relief, Kamalama and Meki Leaf refused his offer, leaving him free to choose men more to his liking. He soon found seven, strong and warlike, and daily inflicted Kalona's spear drills on them. The men developed his own cold precision, and soon became known as Ka-ele's Seven Spearsmen, a title that pleased him mightily. Kawelo found the weeks dragging by, with never a glimpse of Kalona's beautiful daughter. He had finally decided to put an end to his training. Then Kalona made an announcement. "I hear that my esteemed students grow weary of drills. Today we shall try spear-dodging, working in pairs. First, Meki Leaf against my son." Kalona handed Meki Leaf six practice spears, their sharp ends blunted with kapa. His son took his position opposite, at a fair distance. "Begin!" came Kalona's harsh command. Meki Leaf drew back his arm, balanced his spear, and let fly. Missed. He hurled

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another. Missed again! In quick succession Meki Leafs spears flew through the air, but none found their mark. Coldly and skillfully, Kalona's son dodged each one. Kalona made no comment. He merely announced the next pair. "Ka-ele . . . against me." Ka-ele's eyes gleamed at the honor of facing the master. He balanced his spear deliberately, estimated the distance carefully, and hurled. Kalona easily evaded. It was the same with the next four spears. Only the last came close enough to win a grudging nod of approval from the Master. "And now, Kawelo!" Kalona's harsh voice announced. Kawelo took his place, accepted the spears, and waited for the Master to take his position opposite. But Kalona, eyes hooded, beckoned, and Kawelo found himself facing his opponent . . . Little Warrior.

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For weeks Kawelo had longed for a glimpse of this maiden. Yet now seeing her standing there, as a target for his spear, was almost more than he could bear. With a shuddering breath, he hurled his first spear. It sailed wide of its mark. Little Warrior smiled faintly. "E, Kawelo!" Kalona jeered. "You do small credit to my teaching! Again!" Kawelo raised his second spear. His eyes closed for a moment. In his mind a picture formed—Little Warrior, lying still and pale, struck down by his spear. He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and threw. Again, his spear went wide. "Come, come!" Kalona taunted. "Have I taught you so little?" He was obviously relishing Kawelo's ordeal. A third time Kawelo raised his spear. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead as he took aim. Then, with a groan, he hurled his spear to the ground and strode off.

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he evening star hung low in the sky. From the mua came the hearty sound of men's voices, but Kawelo's was not among them. Alone on the grassy drill field, he struggled with his problem. How was he to live down this humiliation? Give up the training and admit defeat? Return and face Kalona's derision? Little Warrior's mocking smile? Ka-ele's scorn? He, Kawelo, was a chief's son and a warrior. None of these choices was possible. He must steel himself to look upon this lovely young woman as upon any other opponent. Whirling, Kawelo drew back his arm and sent his spear hurtling into a distant tree trunk. Again! Again! Far into the evening, his grim drill went on. Next morning, Ka-ele and Meki Leaf made no mention of the previous day's incident. All three reported as usual for their drill session. Kalona greeted them with mocking warmth. "E, Kawelo!" he began. "First turn for you today. Three spears yesterday, three spears remaining." Kawelo's face was expressionless as he accepted the three spears and watched Little Warrior take her place. Slowly he drew back his spear, balanced, and hurled it. The long, punishing hours showed in his performance. Straight toward its mark flew his first spear. The second followed swiftly; then the third. Little Warrior, caught off guard, was unable to dodge. But reaching out, she caught the spears in quick succession, just before they struck her.

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Kawelo swallowed. He gave Kalona a triumphant glance, and turned away. Turned away—and went sprawling. Struggling to rise, he fell again in an ungainly heap, with Little Warrior's snaring cord coiled about his ankles. Later, he discussed his problem with Kama. "What am I to do about this young woman? A few more days like this and my reputation as a warrior will be a subject of derision!" Kama sighed. "I feared something like this, my brother. Why not leave this place and forget the young woman?" Kawelo shook his head. "She would still be in my mind." "Then you have but one alternative," said Kama with regret. "And what is that?" "Marry her," said Kama curtly. Kawelo blinked. He considered the suggestion, frowning, then broke into a delighted grin. "Kama, Little Brother, you have found the answer!" "May it be so," Kama replied dubiously. "I never thought to be the one to suggest such a course." The next day, Kawelo approached the Master. "Kalona, a request," he said respectfully. Kalona smiled coldly. "E? What is it? A different partner?" Kawelo shook his head. "Not a different partner. The same partner. For all time! I ask the honor of your daughter in marriage." Kalona's face froze. "It cannot be!" he answered harshly. "Little Warrior has no wish to marry. I have taught her all my skills. She is like a first son to me. She has no need of marriage!" "Let her decide," Kawelo challenged. "Call her." Little Warrior came forward. "I have heard." She moved to her father's side and placed a gentle hand on his arm. "My father, how can I leave you? You gave me my name. You taught me the skills that made it fitting. You made me a koa wahine."

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Kalona looked at Kawelo smugly. His daughter continued. "You did it for me, my father. But I am a woman, born to be a wife—not a warrior." Kalona grew white with rage. "Consider carefully, Little Warrior!" he warned. "If you choose this man, you are no longer my daughter!" Little Warrior stood in sorrowful silence. Then she moved to Kawelo's side and placed her hand in his. "My father," she said gently, "I have chosen."

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pon his marriage, Kawelo ended his visit with his three brothers, and Maha-maha-ia and Lei-ko'o seemed relieved to see him go. But he could not bear to leave his beloved younger brother, Kamalama. "Come with me, Kama," he suggested. "Make your home with me and be one of my men." "Gladly, my brother," said Kama, and so it was arranged. Now, for Kawelo, the days were filled with sunshine. He had a beautiful young wife. He had also two strong sons, for he had taken Ka-ele and Meki Leaf as adopted sons, though they were more like younger brothers. Kama teased him about that. "E, Kawelo! Are you so impatient for sons that you must adopt them? Can you not wait to father sons of your own?" Kawelo took this with good humor. "Little Warrior will give me sons in time," he answered. "But meanwhile, here are two already grown, trained in the use of the spear as I would have trained them myself. I am lucky to find such sons." Kama nodded. "They are fine warriors. Valuable fighting men that you will need. But was it necessary to take them into your family? You have angered your older brothers." Kawelo shrugged. "My older brothers have had little family feeling for me, Kama. These two youths are closer to me than they ever were. Ka-ele and Meki Leaf are more than warriors to

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me. I shall be a father to them and they shall be devoted sons to me." "One will be devoted," Kama conceded. "The other, I should not count on." "Explain!" Kawelo cried angrily. Kama considered his words before he spoke. "Meki Leaf will be loyal. But Ka-ele? I have doubts about him. He is known as Ka-ele-the-Dark-Stem-of-Puna." "And you would judge a man by the shade of his skin?" Kawelo demanded. Kama shook his head. "Not by the shade of his skin, my brother. By the shade of his reputation. He is overly ambitious, this one, moody and sullen. It is said that his loyalty goes to the one who offers most in return." Kawelo turned away, annoyed. "Even if that were true," he muttered, "who could offer him more than I?" Kama nodded doubtfully. Kawelo sought the opinion of Little Warrior, for he had found his courageous young wife to be a keen judge of character, and he hoped for support of his decision. She spoke warmly of Meki Leaf. "He has a gentleness rare in such a skilled warrior, perhaps because he is a lone mulberry tree, with neither wife, child, nor kinsman. You are fortunate to have such a son. He will honor this relationship." "And Ka-ele?" Little Warrior's voice lost its warmth. "He is a skilled spearsman," she said briefly. "No more?" Little Warrior flushed. "I do not trust him, my husband." Kawelo, angered by this confirmation of Kama's opinion, spoke coldly. "Ka-ele and I are as close as true father and son. He

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has selected and trained Seven Spearsmen to defend me. He waits now for our daily spear practice." Abruptly he left. The training under Kalona had ended with Kawelo's marriage to Little Warrior, but Kawelo still practiced daily with Ka-ele and his Seven Spearsmen. It developed into a game of wits. He never knew when he might face a volley of spears from the Seven— emerging, with a yawn, from his sleeping hale or well-fed from the men's eating hale, returning, covered with sweat, from his canoe or refreshed from his swim. Yet none ever caught him unaware. Kawelo praised Ka-ele for his vigilant training of the men, clinging stubbornly to his own opinion of the youth. He treated him as a favorite son, providing him with the finest of weapons, and overlooking his sullen moods. Meki Leaf he dealt with casually, yet this in no way diminished his other son's loyalty and devotion. Coming one day from the water after a solitary swim, Kawelo met Makuakeke, a grizzled fisherman, bringing in his canoe loaded with fish. "Makuakeke, you are an expert fisherman," Kawelo observed. "I am a married man now, with a wife to provide for. I would go fishing with you." "O Kawelo, I am honored," Makuakeke answered. "I set out tomorrow with the sunrise. Come with me then." The next morning, as the sun broke through its eastern portal, Makuakeke and Kawelo set forth in the old man's canoe. They fished the coastal waters just beyond the reef. Makuakeke caught a silvery aholehole. Kawelo caught nothing. Then the old fisherman showed him how to chew a kukui

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nut, spitting the oil upon the water so he could see clearly through its film. Kawelo tried it and stared, fascinated by the suddenly visible ocean floor. "E, Makua!" he shouted. "See this! A huge fish . . . leading three files of fish behind him! The wonder of it! I must cast my line!" But Makuakeke had grabbed his paddle and was heading for shore with swift, practiced strokes. The sky grew unaccountably dark. "Why do we return?" Kawelo demanded, bewildered. "Paddle!" Makuakeke ordered. Reluctantly, Kawelo complied. They reached shore just as a fierce storm broke. Two fishermen, mending their nets in a hut on the beach, called out, "E, Makua! Lucky you got back! Today the Great Uhu is fishing for men!"

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ter from the pelting rain. "What is this Great Uhu?" Kawelo asked, shaking the rain from his hair. "A giant fish. A man-killer," Makuakeke answered curtly. "Tell me more!" Makuakeke's face turned grim. "Ask any orphan boy in the village," he said. "He can tell you how Monster Uhu capsized his father's canoe and drowned his crew." Kawelo's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Why have we returned? Why did we not go after him?" Makuakeke cast a longing glance seaward, then sighed. "Three times I have met Great Uhu, and three times barely escaped with my life. Gladly would I try again, but for you." "But for me! I am eager to go!" Kawelo cried. The weathered fisherman shook his head. "Makuakeke is old. His family is gone. If Great Uhu should kill him, there are few to mourn. But Kawelo? A chief's son? That is another matter." "Nonsense!" Kawelo laughed. "Makua, let me tell you something. My kupuna, w h o has the gift of prophecy, foretold my future. He spoke of many battles but—believe me—he said nothing of my being killed by a fish! Let us go after this one! Now!" Excitement glowed in the old fisherman's eyes. "This time, with you aboard, we might catch him," he mused. "But not now. We need all our strength for this one. Come, spend the night with me at my fishing hut. We will set out at dawn." Well pleased, Kawelo sent word of his plan to Little Warrior, and accompanied Makuakeke home. The two retired early. But so eager was Kawelo for the hunt, that he awoke at midnight and called out:

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"O Makuakeke, arise in the night! The short fish, the long fish, the little fish, the big fish, the thrashing Monster, all wait for our canoe! O Makuakeke, let us go forth!" Makuakeke awoke, stumbled to the door, and peered up at the night sky. "Too soon," he answered, yawning. "The Shrimp Star has not yet risen." Both went back to sleep. But in an hour, Kawelo awoke again and called, "Say, you sleeper! Get up and let us go about this pleasant business!" Again Makuakeke awoke and looked outside. "It is not yet time," he complained. "The Canoe-guiding Star has not yet risen. We are still in the cavern of night." They slept once more, until dawn lighted the sky. This time it was Makuakeke who awoke. And Kawelo? Eager fisherman, Kawelo? He lay soundly sleeping. Makuakeke took his bait container and went down to the water to gather shrimp. When he returned, the Morning Star glowed bright in the heavens. And where was Kawelo? Impatient Kawelo? Still soundly sleeping. Smiling, Makuakeke called: "E, Kawelo! Son of a chief! Fishing companion of Makuakeke, wake up! It is morning! Bring along the fishhooks and the flexible nets. We will bind them to the outrigger poles and paddle for the deep sea.

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E, Kawelo! Everything is ready! Nothing is lacking save that we two be seated in the canoe." Kawelo awoke, feeling foolish, and joined Makuakeke. Kehau, the light morning breeze coming d o w n from the mountain, filled their canoe's crab-claw sail and carried them out to deep water.

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s the wind died, Kawelo took up his paddle. "Where do we find this Great Uhu?" he asked. "He is a deepwater fish and a fierce fighter," said Makuakeke. " B e prepared for a battle." Steadily the two paddled out to deep water. At last Makuakeke said, "Hold." The canoe glided to a stop. Kawelo laid down his paddle, brought out a kukui

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chewed it, and spat into the water. The oil spread upon the surface, turning it calm and clear. While Makuakeke held the canoe steady, Kawelo peered down into the depths, watching for a school of fish following a monster leader in orderly files. The minutes slipped by. Then, without warning, the water grew choppy, the sky dark. The canoe began to rock. "He comes!" Makuakeke whispered. "Make ready!" As Kawelo stared, the great shape passed below them, followed by the triple file of fish. Kawelo cast his line. With a mighty swirl, the giant leader returned. Evading the hook, he rose beneath the canoe, tilting it at a terrifying angle. Overboard went the bait container, the calabash o f fishhooks, the bailer. Only Makuakeke's skill with the paddle kept their craft afloat. The great fish whirled about. It took Kawelo's hook and plunged. Kawelo fought to keep his footing. Monster Uhu, with gathering speed, headed for the open sea, towing their canoe behind him.

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Kawelo, glancing back, saw the line of surf, Makuakeke's fishing hut, his own hale—all fade in the distance. "Cut him free!" Makuakeke called hoarsely. "'A'ole! Not so!" Kawelo answered. "How many men have tried to catch Great Uhu? Tried and failed! Now we have caught him!" "He has caught us\" Makuakeke cried. "Hold fast to your paddle!" Kawelo ordered. "My task is to kill Monster Uhu! Yours is to bring him to shore." Then, raising his eyes to the heavens but keeping a firm hold on his net, Kawelo chanted: "O Kane-of-the-Daybreak! It is Kawelo who calls.

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We have caught Monster Uhu! Grant that we outlast him! Grant that we bring him to shore! It is Kawelo w h o asks; Kawelo the Rover, of Kaua'i." But Kane, if he heard, was slow to answer. For nine days and nine nights, Monster Uhu churned the sea to foam, towing Makuakeke's canoe behind him. Kawelo remained calm. "Take heart, Makua," he said. "The monster is tiring." As the Morning Star glowed in the sky on the tenth day, Kawelo faced the portal of the rising sun, and chanted: "Great Uhu, your time has run out! The first night, the second night, the third night, the fourth night, the fifth night, the sixth night, the seventh night, the eighth night, the ninth night is gone. All your nights are gone! Today you sleep the Long Sleep! Killed by Kawelo the Rover, of Kaua'i! Killed by his god, Kane-of-the-Daybreak!" Before the sound of Kawelo's voice had died away, the canoe slowed. The wild ride ended. When Kawelo pulled in his line, Great Uhu lay lifeless at the end of it. Makuakeke's eyes gleamed, but all he said was, "Raise the sail." The monster had carried them out into the vast ocean, far beyond sight of land, yet Makuakeke, master canoeman, chose a

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course and held to it. Hour after hour they sailed, and finally came, with the setting sun, to their home landing place. There, gathered on the beach, Kawelo saw Little Warrior, Kaele with his Seven Spearsmen, Meki Leaf, and Kama with two strangers. Before landing, Kawelo directed Makuakeke as to the division of the great fish. "Head and tail, an offering to my god, Kane-ofthe-Daybreak. One portion for your hale, one for mine. The remainder, divide among all the fishermen who ever went in pursuit of Monster Uhu; all the families whose men never returned." "I will see to it," Makuakeke promised. Stepping from the canoe, Kawelo heard Kama's shout of warning. A volley of spears came flying at him. One of the strangers shouted, "Aue! If you kill Kawelo, our journey is in vain!" "Have no fear," Kama reassured him. "This is but a game to Kawelo." True, it was a game. But this evening he was in no mood for such games. Arms aching from the past nine days and nights of battling Great Uhu, all he wanted was to bathe, to eat, and to sleep. But he caught the spears in quick succession. The two strangers came to meet him. "E, Kawelo!" cried the first. "You do credit to my teaching!" Kawelo laughed. Strangers? These were his uncles, Tall-SlimCoral and Short-Slim-Coral! "E, my uncles! What brings you to O'ahu? "Sad news, Kawelo. Sad news." "Then let us bathe and eat before we hear it," Kawelo answered. "Kama, show your uncles the way to the pool and fetch them fresh malo. I will join you soon, my uncles." Kawelo dismissed Ka-ele and his spearsmen, then eagerly joined Little Warrior. It was good to be home again.

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n the mua, Kawelo turned to Tall-Slim-Coral. "Now, my uncle, what is this sad news you bring?"

"Sad news indeed, Kawelo. News of your parents and Kupuna. This young upstart ruler, 'Aikanaka, has driven them from their land. Driven them high into the uplands, where they can neither farm nor fish. But for their friends who bring food to them, they would surely starve." Kawelo's face grew dark with anger. "How like that overbearing 'Aikanaka to vent his rage at me upon my blameless family!" Kawelo rose and strode from the hale. He returned, carrying a great club of gnarled wood, cunningly set with shark's teeth—a truly formidable weapon. He faced his uncle Short-Slim-Coral and said grimly, "I have remembered your training too, my uncle." Then he chanted: "See this! This is Kuika'a-the-Avenger! Together, we shall seek the foe. Together, slay the oppressor. Together, punish the evildoer. Not until this is done shall we rest." Both uncles nodded solemnly. Tall-Slim-Coral spoke. "Your father asked us to confer his chiefly title upon you. This will give you greater authority in whatever lies ahead."

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Short-Slim-Coral moved forward. "In the absence of your father and Kupuna, we shall perform the ceremony tonight. Now let us make plans. You must recruit and arm a war party. There is no time to lose." Kawelo gave swift orders. "We shall need canoes, fighting men, provisions, weapons. Kama, you and our uncles arrange for canoes. Ka-ele, you and your spearsmen recruit warriors. Meki Leaf, gather provisions. I shall see to our weapons. Now a good night's rest for everyone. There is much work to be done at daybreak. Kama, Ka-ele, and Meki Leaf please remain with me and my uncles." Briefly, solemnly, the uncles performed the ceremony, investing Kawelo with his father's chiefly title. Afterward, returning to his sleeping hale, Kawelo told Little Warrior of his plans. "I am sorry to leave you again so soon, Little Wife. But I must return to Kaua'i to avenge my parents." Little Warrior smiled. "Why leave me, my husband? You have need of warriors and I—though little, and a woman—am a koa wahine. Take me with you!" Kawelo, about to refuse, recalled his wife's deadly skill with spear and ptkoi. "Maoli! If I should send you against 'Aikanaka, he would surely perish. 'Ae, you shall come with us." Little Warrior, pleased to be going, was eager to be of help in the preparations. As soon as Kawelo left to gather weapons, she made her way to the home of her father, Kalona. She had not seen him since her marriage. How would he receive her? Kalona greeted her warmly. "E, my daughter! You have realized your error and returned home!" "Not so, my father. I have come to ask your help. Kawelo arms a war party to recover his family's land from the Ali'i Nui, 'Aikanaka." "What is that to me?" Kalona asked coldly.

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my father? Even a bow and arrow to shoot rats that ravage our provisions?" Little Warrior suggested meekly. But Kalona was not to be won over so easily. He answered harshly: "What a mistake my daughter has made in marrying a man w h o shoots rats! He shoots rats and takes food belonging to others, then gives it to you, his wife, to eat." "Not so, my father!" Little Warrior answered with spirit. "Kawelo is a good provider. A good husband to me, a good son to his parents. He makes this voyage to Kaua'i to save them from oppression. Perhaps you could spare an adze?" Kalona found fresh material for scorn in this suggestion. "What a mistake my daughter has made in marrying a man w h o hews out canoes! He hews out a canoe and sets forth in it leaving you, his wife, behind." Little Warrior smiled. "Not so, my father. He takes me with him. I shall fight at his side if he needs me. He faces a formidable foe in this new ruler, 'Aikanaka. If you would but teach Kawelo your secret stroke of the war club, he would surely destroy his foe." Kalona turned his back. His insults continued: "My secret stroke would never do for your husband! Your husband is a plover; his legs are thin. Your husband is a sandpiper;

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He waited for his daughter to plead further. The silence grew. When he could bear it no longer, he wheeled about. Far down the trail, he saw his daughter striding homeward. Kamalama and the two uncles had taken off early that morning to arrange for canoes. They did not return that day, and by sunset of the following day there was still no sign of them. Kawelo frowned. He had hoped to depart the following morning. These three were completely reliable. What could be keeping them? Provisions were stored in the canoe hale. Long spears, short spears, daggers, and war clubs lay ready. Warriors were growing restless. Kawelo had started toward the mua when a shout from the beach stopped him. Around the point came a war canoe—the most magnificent war canoe Kawelo had ever seen. Its highly polished koa prow gleamed in the setting sun. Its great pola, set high upon curved booms, carried a full complement of fighting men armed with spears. Its large, crab-claw sail was red and golden yellow, and from its mast fluttered a royal insignia. Kama, excited, called down from the pola. "Ho, Kawelo! You wanted canoes? We bring you a royal war canoe from the fleet of O'ahu's Ali'i Nui himself!" Kama and the smiling uncles jumped down and waded ashore. The armed crew on the pola watched impassively as the men on shore gathered about, admiring the handsome craft.

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Kawelo embraced his uncles and brother. "How did you ever manage it?" he questioned. Long-Slim-Coral smiled. "We talked with your brothers, Maha-maha-ia and Lei-ko'o." Kama interrupted with a mischievous grin, "As you know, they are favorites of O'ahu's Ali'i Nui." "They made sure to inform me," Kawelo said ruefully. Short-Slim-Coral continued. "Since it concerned the wellbeing of our 'ohana—they still respect the family—they used their influence with the ruler and he generously contributed this splendid war canoe and this company of royal fighting men." "Welcome!" Kawelo called to the men on the pola. "Come ashore. Bathe and join us in the mua." Striding along with Kama and the uncles, Kawelo felt a twinge of remorse. He had judged his elder brothers as boastful and

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self-centered, yet when the 'ohana was concerned, they had shown their family loyalty and gone to the Ali'i Nui with a difficult request. There was great rejoicing that night. Everyone was in good spirits. Everyone but Ka-ele and his Seven Spearsmen, who resented the attention being given the royal warriors. As the kukui nut candle burned low, Kawelo rose. "And now to sleep," he said. "We sail at daybreak!" As the sun broke through its eastern portal the following morning, the beach was crowded with villagers who came to see the war party on its way. The gleaming royal double canoe proudly headed the procession. Kawelo spoke. "My uncles and my brother Kama, you procured this splendid canoe for us. You should be the ones to command it." His uncles shook their heads, smiling. "Let Kama have that honor," they suggested. "We can be more helpful to you manning our own canoe." "Well said," Kawelo replied. He nodded at Kama, who came forward, beaming. The royal crew took their places behind him and went aboard. Ka-ele, glowering, stood waiting for orders. Kawelo saw this and made an announcement. "Ka-ele, you and your Seven Spearsmen will have the responsibility of defending the royal canoe. Provision the next canoe and sail close behind. Meki Leaf, the third canoe. My uncles, by their own request, will bring up the rear. To work, everyone." Swiftly, the men set to work. The covered calabashes of dried fish and vegetable foods were stored safe from spray. The water gourds were filled. The spears were placed near at hand in spear racks. The extra matting sails were rolled and stored.

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In the stern of the majestic war canoe, the image of Kawelo's god, Kane-of-the-Daybreak, held the place of honor. Before it lay the ritual offerings: the young pig, the red fish, the darkshelled coconut. Along the beach came the kahuna, garbed in white kapa with a green ti leaf bound about his head, and a koa calabash in his arms. The crowd made way respectfully for the priest. Kawelo came forward to greet him. "All is ready," he said. He escorted the kahuna to the pola of the double-hulled canoe. The priest took his place on the platform and raised a hand for silence. Four times, he dipped his hand into the calabash and sprinkled water on the canoe: to the east, to the west, to the south, to the north. Then, handing the calabash to Kawelo, he raised his arms and began chanting: " O guardian spirits of the sky, O guardian spirits of the deep, O guardian spirits of Kawelo! Guide these canoes through calm and stormy waters. Give strength to these warriors. Give victory to Kawelo, Roving Chief of Kaua'i; Kawelo, cherished lei of his parents; Kawelo, w h o goes to save his family from oppression." The ceremony ended. The kahuna went ashore. Little Warrior moved to join Kawelo on the pola, then halted. Someone was breaking through the crowd on the beach. Her father! He had come to see them off! Little Warrior's eyes lighted and she ran to meet him. Perhaps at this last moment Kalona and her husband could be reconciled. Kalona held out her snaring weapon. His voice was harsh as

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ever as he said, "Little Warrior, would you go off to battle without your pikoi?" The light in Little Warrior's eyes dimmed as she accepted the weapon. "Thank you, my father," she said dully. Kawelo came up with outstretched hand. "E, Kalona! Have you come to wish your student well?" Kalona ignored his son-in-law's hand. He shook his head morosely. "I come with a warning. I dreamed last night of a chief with a great flat nose. Beware! He is the one who will defeat you." "Ha, Kalona, have you no faith in your own teaching? What is this talk of defeat? Do you see defeat for one of your own students? The husband of your daughter? Is this a fitting farewell gift?" Kawelo turned and boarded the double canoe. Kalona, muttering, looked after him. Ka-ele, carrying an armload of spears, dropped them as he passed Kalona. Stooping to retrieve them, he managed to overhear Kalona's words. "Arrogant young fool! Even if you should escape Chief Flat Nose, death still waits for you in the standing heap." Ka-ele could not contain his curiosity. "What is this standing heap, O Kalona?" "No matter," said Kalona. "But I could have taught Kawelo a defense—if he had not taken my daughter from me." Ka-ele, looking thoughtful, went aboard with his spears. Little Warrior, frowning, watched him go off. Then she moved closer to Kalona. "Thank you for coming, my father, and for bringing my pikoi." "See that you make good use of it! If this worthless husband of yours finds himself in trouble, as he surely will, I have no wish to hear that my daughter died on strange soil." Little Warrior nodded soberly. With a fond embrace for her

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father, she moved with dignity to her place on the pola of Kawelo's canoe, facing seaward without a backward glance, as befitted the wife of Kawelo, Roving Chief of Kaua'i. Kawelo gave the signal. Kama barked a command. The great matting sails were hoisted. The heavy koa paddles dipped. From the shore came cries of encouragement. "Long life to Kawelo, Roving Chief of Kaua'i! Victory to Kawelo, cherished lei of his parents!" Kawelo's war party moved out to sea.

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or a day and a night, Kawelo's fleet made its way through the waters that separated the islands of O'ahu and Kaua'i. As the Canoe-guiding Star paled in the heavens, Kawelo saw in the distance the sands of his birthplace. At that sight, he ordered a halt and gathered his war party into a close circle. As the canoes glided to a stop, the men grew silent, knowing that their chief was about to consult his god. In the stillness, Kawelo began his chant: "O Kane-of-the-Daybreak, tell us of our venture. What lies ahead for us? Is it victory for Kawelo, Roving Chief of Kaua'i?" All eyes were fixed on the fierce image that presided on the pola of Kawelo's canoe. The yellow feathers of its helmet lay smooth and still. Then, though the sea remained calm, there came a faint stirring, as of a freshening breeze. The feathers of Kane's helmet rippled. Rippled and lifted. Lifted and stood upright. A glad shout went up from the men. "Our god is with us!" Kawelo declared in a ringing voice. "Kane-of-the-Daybreak has promised us victory! But we must do our part. We remain safely in our canoes offshore for the night. Eat now, then sleep. At daybreak I shall tell you my plan."

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Joyfully the men filled their food bowls, ate heartily, then unrolled their sleeping kapa and lay down to rest. At daybreak, Kawelo held council. "We are a small force, greatly outnumbered. We must make use of the element of surprise. When 'Aikanaka sees our canoes, he will send his men to find me. I shall go into hiding for a short time. You will take your orders from my second in command, Kamalama." Kawelo continued. "When I have killed 'Aikanaka, all of Kaua'i will be mine. There will be gifts of land for those who fight bravely." He drew Kamalama and Little Warrior aside for a brief conference while his men prepared for battle. 'Aikanaka, atop Nounou Hill, saw a fleet of strange canoes in the bay and sent Small-Red-One, his swiftest runner, to demand their business. Then, summoning First Chief and Second Chief, with a company of forty men armed with long spears for a simple skirmish, he sent them following after. Red faced and out of breath, Small-Red-One reached the shore as the canoes came into shallow water. "Whose canoes are these?" he challenged. "The canoes of Kawelo, Roving Chief of Kaua'i!" Kamalama answered. "What brings him here?" "He comes to recover land taken from his parents by the Ali'i Nui, 'Aikanaka." "Where is this Kawelo?" "He comes later, with reinforcements." "Who is in charge now?" "I, Kamalama, brother of Kawelo, am in charge." "Hold your paddles," the runner ordered bravely. "I, Small-

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Red-One, am coming aboard." Wading into the water, he clambered onto the pola of the double canoe and began a thorough inspection. He studied paddlers, peered into great food calabashes, prodded piles of sleeping kapa. Then, seeing Little Warrior standing near a rolled up sail, he stopped. "Who is this woman?" "The wife of Kawelo." "Strange. Kawelo comes later but his wife comes now. Why?" "To request a place of safety before the battle," said Kamalama smoothly. Small-Red-One's eyes darted from Kamalama . . . to Little Warrior . . . to the bundled sail at her feet. Whirling, he snatched a spear from the rack, poised it above the rolled matting, and paused, eyes on Little Warrior. She watched him with an amused smile. Flushing, Small-RedOne threw down the spear, gave the sail an angry kick, and moved on. After inspecting the remainder of the war party's canoes, he faced Kamalama. "With one large canoe, three small canoes, and a single forty of men, you challenge the mighty 'Aikanaka? He has many forties of strong warriors to defend him, and the Seven Great Chiefs of Kaua'i. The first two chiefs are already on their way. Take my advice. Leave while there is yet time." "We stay," said Kamalama. Small-Red-One shrugged, dropped over the side, and waded ashore. There, he gave a signal to 'Aikanaka's first two chiefs, and found a safe hiding place. Down Nounou Hill, across the beach, came First Chief and Second Chief. Their forty men waded out, surrounded Kawelo's canoes, and lifting them high, began to carry them up onto the sand.

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Little Warrior bent low and whispered something. From the bundled sail leaped Kawelo with a wild yell. He swept his war club, Kuika'a-the-Avenger, down one side of the canoe and up the other, striking down all in its path. The men in the other canoes followed Kawelo's example, using their heavy paddles as weapons. 'Aikanaka's men fell right and left, some struck down by war club and paddle, others crushed beneath the heavy canoes that fell upon them. First Chief and Second Chief perished before Kuika'a-theAvenger. Small-Red-One, seeing this, crawled from his hiding place and turned to flee. With a bound, Kawelo laid a mighty hand upon him. Lifting him high in the air, he demanded, "Do you wish to live, Small-Red-One?" " 'Ae, I do! I do!" Small-Red-One cried with feeling. "Then carry this message to 'Aikanaka," Kawelo ordered. "See this! This is Kuika'a-the-Avenger. Together we have slain First Chief. Together we have slain Second Chief. Together we shall slay the five remaining chiefs, together slay the oppressor, 'Aikanaka! Not until this is done shall we rest!" Then Kawelo set Small-Red-One on his feet. The terrified runner scuttled up Nounou Hill to the top, where 'Aikanaka stood waiting. "Whose canoes? Tell me quickly!" "Kawelo's war party!" Small-Red-One cried. "He has come—" "Back at last!" 'Aikanaka finished gleefully. "Long have I waited for this day. Tell First Chief and Second Chief to bring Kawelo here to me—bound!"

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"Aue!" cried Small-Red-One. "Kawelo has sent First Chief and Second Chief to Land of the Dead! And their forty men with them! He threatens to do the same for your remaining Five Chiefs. And you, as well! This Kawelo strikes like a whirlwind!" "Whirlwinds are destructive . . . but soon spent," said 'Aikanaka complacently. He summoned Third Chief and Fourth Chief, with two forties of men armed with short spears for close combat, and sent them against Kawelo. N o w these t w o chiefs were the best spearsmen on the island of Kaua'i—men w h o could hit a blade of grass, an ant, a flea—and their men w e r e well trained in the art of spearfighting. D o w n Nounou Hill and across the beach they marched, with Small-Red-One keeping modestly in the background. O n the beach they found Kawelo's war party spread out in crescent formation, with Ka-ele commanding the left end, Meki Leaf the right. But no sign of Kawelo. Leaving Fourth Chief in charge, Third Chief w e n t in search of Kawelo. Searching, he found him. Found him and challenged him. Challenged and lost. Kuika'a-the-Avenger claimed its third victim. Fourth Chief, seeing the tide of battle turning against his men, w e n t in search of Third Chief. Searching, he found h i m — d e a d at Kawelo's feet. Fourth Chief challenged Kawelo. Challenged and lost. Kuika'a-the-Avenger claimed its fourth victim. W h e n the battle was ended, none but Small-Red-One remained alive. He lost no time in dashing up Nounou Hill with the fearful news. 'Aikanaka stood waiting.

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This Kawelo, with his war club Kuika'a-the-Avenger, strikes like a thunderbolt!" "Thunder makes a great rumble," said 'Aikanaka, "but soon is heard no more." He turned to Fifth Chief and Sixth Chief. "Can you two put an end to this storm?" Fifth Chief answered. "I, Fifth Chief, war-club champion of all Kaua'i, will do this thing. Have I not slain every opponent with a single blow? Shall this Kawelo be an exception?" Sixth Chief spoke up. "We shall do it together. Call out three forties of men armed with war clubs. Let us be off!" "'A'ole! Not so!" Fifth Chief cried proudly. "I need no help. No three forties of men. I need only my war club and Small-RedOne here. Right, Small One?" Small-Red-One managed a nod and a sickly smile. Down Nounou Hill marched Fifth Chief, murderous war club on his shoulder. At his side marched Small-Red-One, bravely clutching a twig. Fifth Chief saw Kawelo in the distance and shouted, "E, Kawelo! Come forth and meet your match!" Kawelo, carrying Kuika'a-the-Avenger, came forward. The two stopped. Facing each other, they circled warily. Small-RedOne, not wishing to be in the way, scurried to find suitable shelter. Fifth Chief roared, "Kawelo, I have come to kill you!" "Try," said Kawelo. Down came Fifth Chiefs club. Kawelo leaped aside. Up came his own club. Fifth Chief evaded. Down came Fifth Chief's club again, thudding to the ground where Kawelo had stood a second before. Up came Kawelo's club with a swirl, slicing off one small toe, one small finger, and the tip of Fifth Chiefs ear.

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Fifth Chief bellowed in rage. Swinging his club sideways with all his strength, he struck a mighty blow. Down went Kawelo and lay still. Small-Red-One came dancing back. "We did it! We felled Kawelo! Strike again and kill him. Quickly!" Fifth Chief puffed out his chest. "And have Kawelo go down to Land of the Dead boasting that he alone, of all my opponents, required two strokes of my mighty club to kill him? Not so! This one will sleep soundly for a time. When I have eaten, I shall return and finish him off with one blow! Come, Little Man. This time, you have good news to carry to 'Aikanaka!" Together the two swaggered up Nounou Hill, where 'Aikanaka stood waiting. "What news? Tell me quickly!" "Ai'a/ Good news!" cried Small-Red-One. "We have felled Kawelo. After eating, we return to finish him off!" "Well done!" said 'Aikanaka. "The thunder rumbles no more." He ordered a large calabash of chicken for Fifth Chief and a small calabash of chicken for Small-Red-One. Both ate heartily. Sixth Chief, watching jealously, asked, "Did you lose your small toe in the thunderstorm?" Fifth Chief shook his head. "A mere trifle. It stuck out a bit and was bound to be cut off sooner or later." "Your small finger—what of that?" "That, too, stuck out. Just a matter of time before I lost it in battle." "And your ear?" Fifth Chief shrugged. "That also." Sixth Chief nodded sourly. "Watch out that your head is not cut off next. That, too, sticks out." Fifth Chief roared with merriment. "My head? Kawelo will

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never touch it. See? This fine helmet will give me all the protection I need." Grinning broadly, he turned his empty food calabash upside down upon his head, shouldered his war club, and strutted down

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side him. Soon they came in sight of the spot where Fifth Chief had felled Kawelo. "See that!" cried Small-Red-One. "Kawelo is stirring! Make haste and finish him off! I shall wait here to carry the good news more swiftly." Small-Red-One found a convenient rock. From behind it, he saw Fifth Chief stride toward his fallen opponent. Saw Kawelo leap to his feet and tap the calabash down over Fifth Chief's eyes. Saw Kuika'a-the-Avenger swing once, making an end of Fifth Chief. Up the hill raced Small-Red-One. 'Aikanaka stood waiting. There was no need to ask what news. It was written on SmallRed-One's terrified face. 'Aikanaka turned to Sixth Chief. "What now?" he asked. Sixth Chief shouldered his club. "I told Fifth Chief we should go together! Now I shall go alone, and settle this nuisance, Kawelo." "And how will you succeed where five men have already failed?" 'Aikanaka asked tartly. " B y cunning," said Sixth Chief. Down Nounou Hill he strode, with Small-Red-One lagging behind. Down below, they found no sign of Kawelo or his men. On the beach, their canoes lay empty. Sixth Chief sent Small-RedOne to the adjoining village to learn where Kawelo might be found. The runner soon returned. "Kawelo rests in the grass hut in the breadfruit grove."

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Sixth Chief nodded. "This is what I would have you do." He explained his plan. Later, Sixth Chief and Small-Red-One appeared as the setting sun shone on the entrance to the grass hut. The runner called out, "Is Kawelo inside?" "He is," came the drowsy reply. "Kawelo, the great warrior chief? War-club champion?" "The same. What is it you want?" "Your fame has spread far. There is one here who would trade strokes with you." Kawelo, though weary of warfare, could not refuse a challenge. He thrust his head out of the doorway and blinked in the sunlight. Down came Sixth Chiefs club. Little Warrior, returning with a brimming water gourd, found Kawelo lying senseless in the doorway. She caught only a glimpse of his fleeing assailant—a chief with a great flat nose. And well ahead of him, a small, red-faced runner. Little Warrior knelt at Kawelo's side. She called his name. She bathed his face with cool water. When he did not stir, she began a mournful chant: "O Kawelo, Roving Chief, my husband, my master, have all of your battles ended so soon? Here you lie slain by Flat Nose the warrior! Slain, as foretold by my father, Kalona!" "Slain, am I?" cried Kawelo, struggling to his feet. "We shall see about that!" He snatched up his club and was gone. Halfway up Nounou Hill, Sixth Chief heard a ringing challenge:

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"Ho, Flat Nose, stalwart warrior! Warrior w h o strikes without warning, from ambush! You would trade strokes with Kawelo the champion? Let us see h o w you fare when Kawelo is ready!" Small-Red-One, trembling, cried out, "Sixth Chief! This time he will surely kill you!" "And you!" "Not me!" Small-Red-One squealed. "Warriors are born to kill or be killed. Runners are born but to run!" And run he

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did, skittering up Nounou Hill as fast as his small feet would carry him. From the hilltop he looked down. Saw Flat Nose turn and face Kawelo. Saw Flat Nose swing his club and Kawelo swing his, faster. Saw Flat Nose fall. Kuika'a-the-Avenger had claimed its sixth victim. Behind him, 'Aikanaka stood watching, his face pale and drawn. "I have seen," he said dully, "and a chill numbs my bones." Small-Red-One spoke through chattering teeth. "None can stand against this Kawelo! He threatened to slay your Seven Chiefs, then you. Six already lie dead. Great Ali'i Nui, you must flee!" Then 'Aikanaka—arrogant ruler 'Aikanaka—who had never taken advice from anyone, took his small runner's advice, and fled. He stopped only long enough to send Seventh Chief against Kawelo.

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n the plain below, Kawelo reviewed the day's achievements. Four encounters, six chiefs, and three forties of men slain. Not a bad beginning. One more chief to dispatch. Then 'Aikanaka himself. He addressed his men. "Kama and Meki Leaf, you fought bravely. There will be rich land for you when I am ruler. Ka-ele, a question. When we moved out in crescent formation, you were in charge of the left wing—you and your stalwart Seven Spearsmen. How was it, then, that while the others fought on and won, your men retreated to the canoes?" Ka-ele flushed. "It seemed that our forces were about to be overcome. I ordered my men back to prepare the canoes for escape as the others retreated." Kawelo eyed him coldly. "Kawelo's men do not retreat. I thought you a warrior worthy of great conflicts. Perhaps I was mistaken. Perhaps you are worthy of small skirmishes only. Remember Ka-ele—small endeavor, small reward." Ka-ele turned away, scowling. Kawelo spoke again to the group. "Now, my men, eat hearty and snatch a few hours' sleep. Later tonight, we march up Nounou Hill." "Tonight!" The men groaned. Kamalama caught Ka-ele's mutinous look, and saw Ka-ele gather his men about him as the warriors broke into groups for the evening meal. He managed to overhear Ka-ele's furtive orders: "Bring food and water. When all are sleeping, board our canoe. We return home!" Kamalama sought out Kawelo. "My brother, I have heard disturbing talk." The two conferred soberly.

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he said curtly. Kamalama stepped forward. His eyes looked slowly over the faces of the waiting men. When they reached Ka-ele and his Seven Spearsmen, they paused. Paused until the men shifted uneasily. Then Kamalama spoke. "We have crossed the long salt sea to avenge the parents of Kawelo. To win back their land. To kill the tyrant, 'Aikanaka. When our mission is accomplished, Kaua'i will be ours. To make clear that point, let us set our canoes ablaze! Let the flames declare to 'Aikanaka that Kawelo's warriors are here to remain— and to win!" A hearty shout went up from Kawelo's men; from all but Kaele and his followers. They received the news in stunned silence. The others grabbed brands from the campfire. Kawelo approached the royal war canoe sadly. Such a magnif-

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icent craft! He would never see its like again. But to avoid a mutiny, he had taken a daring risk. And now he must see it through. Resolutely he seized a torch and held it beneath the gleaming prow. He held it until flames leaped along the graceful hull. Then, sighing, he turned aside. All thought of sleep forgotten, the men set to work with a will. Soon along the beach where four sturdy canoes had waited, four blazing fires lighted the evening sky. Then each man, armed with a burning brand, took his place in the line of march. Ka-ele, outwitted, sullenly ordered his men to do the same. Up Nounou Hill went the torchlight procession. First, Kamalama, carrying Kawelo's god, Kane-of-the-Daybreak, followed by the royal warriors . . . then Kawelo, with Kuika'a-the-Avenger on his shoulder, Little Warrior at his side. Next Meki Leaf with his men . . . the uncles, Tall-Slim-Coral and Short-SlimCoral, with theirs. Ka-ele and his Seven Spearsmen fell in behind. Daylight was breaking when the procession reached the royal dwelling of 'Aikanaka. Reached it and found it abandoned. Found it abandoned and marched on. Kawelo was leading his men through a grove of tall koa trees when Kamalama returned with the report: "Seventh Chief is coming!" Kawelo grinned. Seventh Chief? He had sent the other six chiefs down the Stranded Way of Death. They would be missing their companion. His duty was clear. He must send Seventh Chief to join his fellow warriors. A huge shadow fell upon his path. His men froze in their tracks. Kawelo saw on the ground before him, a pair of gigantic feet . . . at his waist level, a pair of enormous knees . . . at eye level, a vast malo. Tilting his head, he saw towering above him

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the grinning face of Ka-ua-hoa. Ka-ua-hoa, his boyhood opponent. Ka-ua-hoa, his present formidable foe. His years of gluttonous eating had done their work, turning him into a monster. Kawelo whispered to Little Warrior. "Fall back and take shelter." Little Warrior nodded. Behind him, Ka-ele and his Seven Spearsmen fled in terror. Kamalama, Meki Leaf, and the uncles all rallied their forces. They swung their clubs at legs thick as tree trunks. Swung their clubs and felt them bounce off harmlessly. Hurled their spears at the giant body. Hurled their spears and saw Ka-ua-hoa catch them and snap them like kindling. Kawelo turned to his men. "Enough," he said. "This one, Kuika'a-the-Avenger and I must finish." Ka-ua-hoa roared with mirth. "E Kawelo! Still the cocky one, eh? You will finish me? With that miserable sliver of wood? Let me show you a true club!" He reached out to a massive koa tree, plucked it up by the roots, and raised it—root, trunk, and branch—above his head. Kawelo, seeing the gates of death yawning before him, breathed a silent prayer to Kane-of-the-Daybreak, and leaped backward, bracing himself for the crash of that tremendous club. Something whizzed past him. Whizzed and stopped with a thud. He heard a grunt from Ka-ua-hoa. Saw him stumble and lose his balance. Felt the earth shudder as that immense body crashed to the ground, with the cord of Little Warrior's ptkoi wrapped about those massive ankles. When Ka-ua-hoa toppled, Kawelo was ready. He raised Kuika'a-the-Avenger. One mighty blow and the giant—'Aikanaka's last warrior chief—was no more. Kawelo embraced his warrior wife and murmured his thanks. Ka-ele and his men came slinking back. The procession moved

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on. On through a district deserted by all but a few of the old ones and the keiki. Where was 'Aikanaka? Fled to the uplands of Hanapepe. "My uncles," said Kawelo, "now there is time for visiting. Lead the way to my parents' hiding place. Let us share the joy of escorting them back to their rightful home." A glad reunion it was. Kawelo's father was full of queries. How had they managed it? Seven Chiefs slain—the greatest warriors of Kaua'i—and the last, a giant! Kawelo told of the royal war canoe his elder brothers had obtained from the Ali'i Nui of O'ahu. Then, beaming, he reported Little Warrior's skillful snaring of the giant, Ka-ua-hoa, with her pikoi. His father chuckled. "You have found a rare wife, Kawelo!" "I have, indeed!" Kawelo caught Kama's eye. Kama gave a wry smile and nodded. Kupuna beamed. "Did I not foretell this in your birth prophecy? He will be a great warrior, this one: fight many battles, slay many foes, and save his parents from oppression. . . ." Kawelo's mother and Little Warrior were full of woman-talk. How had Kawelo and Little Warrior met? Smiling, Little Warrior told of the surfing competition, of Kawelo's ordeal under Kalona's instruction, and of his proposal—to her father! Then Kawelo called together his followers. "My warriors, I promised you land, and land you shall have," he announced. "To Kamalama, the Kona district, our birthplace. You will protect the homes of Kupuna, our parents, and our uncles. To your

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royal warriors, you may offer a choice. To those who wish to remain on Kaua'i, an ahupua'a of land running from upland to sea, in your district. To those who would return home, their choice of any weapons taken in battle. I will have a canoe made for their return to O'ahu." Then he spoke directly to those warriors. "My commendation on your courageous fighting. Please convey my heartfelt thanks to your Ali'i Nui for his generous support, and tell him that given time, I will replace his royal war canoe." With a rueful smile, he added, "I regret that I cannot send you back in as splendid style as you came." The royal contingent smiled and joined in a hearty shout. Kawelo continued. "Meki Leaf, you will have the Ko'olau District, giving an ahupua'a of land to each of your crew. Ka-ele, you will provide for your Seven Spearsmen from your grant of the Puna District." There was great rejoicing at this announcement, for land was hard to come by unless a man was born into a chiefly family. But Ka-ele received his gift with a scowl. The Puna District? That deserted spot? Isolated from all the other warriors? What manner of gift was that? When he took his leave, there was little warmth in his thanks. Kamalama, watching him go, shook his head. "Kawelo, you have not heard the last of that one." Kawelo shrugged. "Ka-ele got what he earned, my brother. Let him make the best of it. Kama, I am placing our family god, Kane-of-the-Daybreak, in your care." Kama looked startled. "But why, my brother?" Kawelo's smile was warm. "Kane has been my protector from the day of my birth. Now, with 'Aikanaka exiled, my adventures are coming to an end. But yours, my brother, still lie before you. It is right that you have Kane's special protection now. If a time

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should come when I have need of him again, you will hear from me." Kama accepted the image reverently, pleased to be so honored. Kawelo bade his fighting men a fond farewell. They scattered to their new land grants. Then Kawelo turned to Little Warrior. "And to my skillful wife, whose pikoi brought down the giant, Ka-ua-hoa, and saved us all—the beautiful valley of Hanalei. Shall we go there and enjoy a long-delayed rest?"

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he days in beautiful Hanalei Valley drifted by. Kawelo had never known such peace, and soon found himself unable to deal with it. Kawelo, the warrior, grew restless. He missed Ka-ele's fanatic drive and dark moods. Missed the daily challenge of his Seven Spearsmen. Missed Kama's devotion and Meki Leaf's gentle ways. He thought frequently of his foe, 'Aikanaka, but there was no news of him. When a messenger brought word that Ka-ele, now living in Hanapepe, longed to see him, Kawelo was pleased. Little Warrior was less pleased. "Can this be true, my husband? When he left, he held a deep resentment. Remember, you trusted him before, and he failed you." "True," Kawelo admitted. "But it was his first battle. Now he has realized his error and wishes to make amends. I, too, was at fault, being so harsh with him. I shall accept his invitation and visit him. My heart longs to see him once more." "Let us both go," Little Warrior suggested, and Kawelo agreed. But Little Warrior was troubled by this invitation. It seemed out of character for Ka-ele. So before leaving, she sent word to Kama, telling of their visit to Ka-ele. "Consult Kawelo's god," she asked, "so we may know if this means trouble." They set out on the long journey across the island to Hanapepe. Kawelo carried Kuika'a-the-Avenger on his shoulder, for who knew what dangers they might meet along the way? Ka-ele welcomed Kawelo warmly. "It is good to see you again, my father! I have longed for the sight of you!"

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His welcome for Little Warrior was less warm. "An unexpected pleasure, Small Fighter. You did not find the journey too strenuous?" "I did not." "Ah," said Ka-ele. "You will be company for my young wife." He presented her—Timid One—a painfully shy girl with big, frightened eyes. Little Warrior, going forward to meet her, looked thoughtful. This did not seem the type of young woman to appeal to arrogant, blustering Ka-ele. Several days passed. The four were sitting one afternoon beneath a breadfruit tree, idly reminiscing, when a small breathless messenger arrived. "A battle has broken out on the plain!" he told Ka-ele. "You are needed!" Something about the messenger puzzled Little Warrior. She saw Timid One grow pale and send a beseeching look at her husband. Ka-ele, ignoring her, leaped to his feet and said, "You will excuse me, my father, if I leave you?" "Leave me? 'A'ole! Not so!" cried Kawelo. "Am I not still a warrior? Kuika'a longs for action. We both have had our fill of peace." Ka-ele seemed touched by Kawelo's offer. "Thank you, my father. I must summon men. You will wait for me?" Kawelo shook his head impatiently. "I will go ahead with the runner." "Kawelo, wait!" cried Little Warrior. But Kawelo was gone. Little Warrior confronted Timid One. "You know more of this matter. Tell me!" Timid One's eyes filled with tears. "You must stop them! I have tried but they would not listen. Ka-ele and my father have laid a trap for Kawelo!"

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"Your father? Who is your father?" " 'Aikanaka, the Ali'i Nui." Of course! That familiar messenger was Small-Red-One, 'Aikanaka's runner! Swiftly, Little Warrior ran after Kawelo. Across the plain strode Kawelo, eager for battle. But where was this battle? All he saw was a group of men and women, even some keiki, standing by a heap of stones. "Where is this battle?" he asked the runner. There was no answer. Small-Red-One had taken to his heels. Standing on a battlefield explaining the conflict was not SmallRed-One's idea of a runner's duty. Suddenly the air was filled with flying stones. Stones from sling shots. Stones thrown by hand. Thick and fast they came, all aimed at Kawelo. But some of them caught Small-Red-One in his flight, and he went down under them. Kawelo tried to dodge, to parry. But what defense was a club against a volley of stones? Bruised and bleeding, he fell beneath the barrage. The stones came faster. Soon he lay half-buried, unable to move. A shout of triumph went up. "Kawelo is finished. The invader is dead!" "Not so!" cried Kawelo. He swung Kuika'a-the-Avenger to the right. He swung to the left. He scattered the heaped-up stones and struggled to his feet. There he stood swaying, fighting for breath. Ahead of him he saw a slight, crumpled figure. SmallRed-One, 'Aikanaka's fleet-footed, faint-hearted runner, had died a warrior's death. Kawelo's assailants gave him no time to recover. Running on to a second heap of stones, they began another volley. One great stone struck Kawelo on the forehead, and he fell senseless to the ground. The rain of stones continued.

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When at last it stopped, a great mound had built up—and beneath it, lay Kawelo's body. Then an arrogant figure appeared, dismissed the crowd with words of commendation, and approached Kawelo's body. Kawelo drew a painful breath and stirred. Breaking through the pile of stones, he opened his eyes and saw above him the gloating face, heard the jeering voice, of 'Aikanaka. "E, Kawelo! What is this ugly, lowborn little minnow of Wailua doing in such a rocky bed?" The voice grew faint. The face dimmed. The two dark, hatefilled eyes above Kawelo grew larger and larger until they spread into a smothering black cloud that swallowed him whole. Somewhere in the distance, a cock crowed loud and long. Kawelo, bruised and aching, opened his eyes. It was almost dawn. He no longer lay on the plain where he had fallen. Beneath him he felt a rough stone table, and covering him a layer of ceremonial ti leaves. Groaning, he looked about—at an open court, enclosed by a high stone wall . . . at a tall narrow oracle tower looming behind it . . . at the grinning mouth and staring eyes of 'Aikanaka's war god. He was lying on the altar of a heiau—'Aikanaka's war temple. Such a temple could be dedicated only by a ruler—and only by offering a human sacrifice. When those rites were concluded, the kahuna would decorate the oracle tower with strips of white kapa. Kawelo's eyes returned to the oracle tower. It loomed, bleak and bare. No kapa strips fluttered from its walls. The ceremony still awaited its victim. And he was to be that victim! He— Kawelo, Roving Chief of Kaua'i—was to be the sacrifice for

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'Aikanaka's temple! How his old enemy must be gloating. Even in those childhood days of Kawelo's defiance, 'Aikanaka had never dreamed of such a perfect revenge. The sound of voices reached him. Turning his head, he saw two guards approaching. They halted, one facing him, the other with his back turned. Kawelo sat up. "Aue!" cried First Guard. "Kawelo has returned from Land of the Dead!" " 'A 'ole!" replied Second Guard. "No one returns from Land of the Dead!" "Aue! Then it is his spirit!" cried First Guard, and fled. Second Guard gave a scornful laugh, and turned. Turned and saw Kawelo sitting up and glaring at him. "Aue! Wait for me!" cried Second Guard, and raced after First Guard. Kawelo, grinning, lay down to ease his aching body. His eyes closed and he fell into a restless sleep. Soon he heard a second crowing of the cock . . . a third. Then the sound of stealthy footsteps just beyond the wall. He reached for his war club. But where was Kuika'a-the-Avenger? Back where he had fallen beneath the heap of stones. Painfully, he struggled to his feet and slipped behind the great image of 'Aikanaka's war god. The footsteps drew nearer. A slender man appeared in the dim light before dawn. Not 'Aikanaka. But he carried a heavy war club. 'Aikanaka's executioner? Sent to kill his victim before daylight? Kawelo pried a heavy stone from the rocky wall, drew back his arm, and waited. "Kawelo? Are you there?" The words came in a whisper—a most welcome whisper—Kama's! "Kama, my brother!" said Kawelo. "What good fortune has brought you here when I need you most?"

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Briefly, quietly, Kama told of receiving Little Warrior's message . . . of consulting Kane-of-the-Daybreak . . . of being warned of a plot against Kawelo. "We heard of the stoning from ambush," he concluded. "Who was responsible?" Kawelo groaned. " 'Aikanaka! He laid a trap for me and I walked right into it! I, Kawelo, went out with my war club to face a volley of stones!" "No matter," said Kama. "Meki Leaf and your uncles have come and brought fighting men. They will soon subdue 'Aikanaka's followers. But 'Aikanaka himself has eluded us. He is coming here to kill you. There is little time if you are to escape." "Escape!" cried Kawelo. "I have waited a lifetime for this 'Aikanaka! At last, he comes. To offer me as sacrifice to his gods! Let me hear no more of escape! Fetch me my club, Kama. I dropped it by the heap of stones on the plain." "Kuika'a-the-Avenger is here," Kama answered. He lowered the great club from his shoulder. "Ah, Kama, Little Brother. What should I do without you and Little Warrior? Listen, here is my plan. I shall lie down again on the altar. Cover me with ti leaves as I was covered before. Here I shall wait for 'Aikanaka. You find a hiding place." So it was planned. So it was done. With the first rays of the rising sun, came 'Aikanaka with his kahuna. He waited impatiently while the priest intoned the prayer of consecration. As soon as it ended, 'Aikanaka strode to the sacrifical altar and looked down, gloating. "E, Kawelo! Kawelo the Rover! Your roving days have ended! You have made the long journey home, and now a longer journey awaits you— and a great honor! The honor of being sacrificial offering to my god!

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The honor of consecrating the war temple of 'Aikanaka, Ali'i Nui of all Kaua'i!" 'Aikanaka drew from the waistband of his malo a shark tooth dagger, and raised it high. Raised it, then dropped it with a scream of terror. Kawelo, his victim, leaped up, swung Kuika'a-the-Avenger, and dealt death with a single blow. 'Aikanaka's lifeless body fell upon the altar. The kahuna, peering through the dim light, saw the required sacrifice upon the altar. He moved to the oracle tower with his strips of white kapa. The war temple of 'Aikanaka was now duly consecrated. 'Aikanaka's war god had received his human sacrifice—the body of 'Aikanaka himself.

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ow that 'Aikanaka was dead, Kawelo, Kama, and Little Warrior were home again. In the men's meeting hale, Kawelo's kinsmen—his grandfather, his father, his uncles, Kama, and his adopted son, Meki Leaf—were gathered in solemn council. "Where is my other son, Ka-ele?" Kawelo asked. "He will be here," said Tall-Slim-Coral curtly. Kawelo looked around the circle of sober faces. "Why so grim, my kinsmen?" he asked. "With our battle won and our oppressor dead, this is a time for rejoicing!" "First, there is a grave matter to be settled," Tall-Slim-Coral answered. "A matter of treason—the man who planned the ambush." "Can you try a dead man for treason?" Kawelo demanded. "It was 'Aikanaka who planned the ambush, and he has already paid with his life." "The one who suggested the plan to 'Aikanaka has not yet paid," said Short-Slim-Coral. He gave a signal. Through the doorway came two warriors and, between them, Ka-ele. Kawelo stared, speechless. Kamalama spoke. "My brother, this is the one who plotted your death by stoning—death by the standing heap—which he heard Kalona prophesy." "It cannot be so!" Kawelo protested. "Ka-ele, my son, tell them they are mistaken!" Ka-ele stood silent, staring at the ground. "But why?" Kawelo implored. "Tell me why? Ka-ele, I gave

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you food and shelter, gave you charge of the Seven Spearsmen, made you a member of my family. Why would you plot against me?" Ka-ele made no reply, so Kamalama spoke. "The Dark-Stemof-Puna was overly ambitious, my brother. You remember, I warned you of that. In Hanapepe, he found 'Aikanaka in hiding, still plotting your downfall. To assure himself a place of honor after your defeat, Ka-ele married 'Aikanaka's daughter, Timid One. He told 'Aikanaka of Kalona's prophecy of your death by the standing heap. Then together they stirred up the people, spreading rumors that you led an invasion. The people willingly took part in your stoning, thinking to save their land." Kawelo, stunned, turned again to Ka-ele, still hoping for a denial. Ka-ele stood sullenly silent. Kawelo faced his grandfather, eldest member of the family council. "What shall his punishment be, Kupuna?" "He must die." "For ingratitude?" Kawelo protested. "He is not the first son to prove ungrateful, nor will he be the last." He turned to his other kinsmen for support, but found none. Tall-Slim-Coral shook his head somberly. "This is more than a son's ingratitude to his father, Kawelo." Short-Slim-Coral nodded grimly. "Kawelo, you are now Ali'i Nui. Ka-ele's act is treason. Allow him to live and no man will hesitate to rise against his ruler." Kawelo paced back and forth across the meeting hale. "How can I order the death of my adopted son?" he demanded. "I cannot! But I will consult our family god. If Kane-of-the-Daybreak approves your sentence, I have no choice but to consent. But if Kane does not approve, you must lighten Ka-ele's punishment. Kama, bring Kane-of-the-Daybreak here." Kama left, and soon returned with the image. It was set in

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place, its pearl-shell eyes staring down upon the culprit. The rare yellow feathers lay smooth and still. Kawelo stepped forward and spoke beseechingly: "O Kane-of-the-Daybreak, tell us of my son, Ka-ele. What is your wish for him? Is it death?" Kawelo stood motionless. The silence grew. Only the labored breathing of Ka-ele could be heard. There came a faint stirring, as of a morning breeze. The feathers of Kane's helmet rippled. Rippled and lifted. Lifted and stood upright. Ka-ele groaned. When Kawelo spoke again, his voice was that of an old man. "Kane-of-the-Daybreak approves. Death it shall be. My kinsmen, see to it." No one moved. No one spoke. Kawelo looked up to see why. Silently, Tall-Slim-Coral took up Kawelo's war club, held it out to him, and spoke: "See this! This is Kuika'a-the-Avenger. Together you have sought the foe. Together you have slain the oppressor. Together you must punish the traitor. Not until this is done, may you rest." Kawelo winced, accepted the club, and left the meeting hale. Grandfather, father, uncles, brother, and son followed. They formed a solemn half-circle about the bowed figure of Kawelo. Silently, Little Warrior joined the group.

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The guards marched Ka-ele out to face Kawelo. They left him there and withdrew. Those watching heard Kawelo take a deep breath. They saw him raise the great club and swing, bringing death to Ka-ele with a single blow. They saw Kawelo fling the club from him in anguish, and heard his mournful chant: "Aue! Aue! Dead is my son! Dead is Ka-ele, my son. My son in the time of his youth. My son in the time of his manhood. My son in the time of battle. My son in the time of treason. Aue! Aue! Dead is my son, and no more will return." His father moved to Kawelo's side and laid a consoling hand upon his shoulder. "It was meant to be, Kawelo. Remember the words of your birth prophecy: He will rule as Ali'i Nui, this one! Ali'i Nui with great power. Ali'i Nui with vast lands. Ali'i Nui with strong sons— and with a deep sorrow." He continued. "You have lost one son. But you have another son, Meki Leaf, and he is loyal. You have a devoted brother, Kama. And you have a loving wife, Little Warrior. The gods have many good things in store for you, Kawelo. With their help, you can put this sad day behind you." His father stepped back and Little Warrior took his place. "Come, my husband," she said. "Many adventures lie ahead.

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And are you not Kawelo, Roving Chief? Am I not your wife, Little Warrior? It is time to move on . . . to find those good things that lie before us." Kawelo's drawn face relaxed. He drew his wife into a tender embrace. "Then bring your pikoi, and let us be on our way, Little Warrior."

Glossary

Originally there was no written Hawaiian language, only a spoken one. Later, when a written language was needed, it was found that all the sounds could be expressed with twelve Roman letters: five vowels and seven consonants. The vowels each have a single sound: a—ah

e—ay

i—ee

o—oh

u—oo

The consonants have the same sounds as they do in English. The seven consonants used are: h, k, 1, m, n, p, w Pronunciation follows two simple rules. First, every vowel is sounded: Hi'iaka is pronounced hee-ee-ah-kah. Second, every syllable ends in a vowel: Kupuna is pronounced koo-poo-nah. The Hawaiian language uses two diacritical marks to help with pronunciation. The macron ("") line over a letter denotes a long stress. The glottal stop (') indicates a catch of the breath similar to that between the vowel sound oh-oh! in English. aholehole (ah-hoh-lay-hoh-lay). A silver perch; a delicacy ai'a (ah-ee-ah). Here! 'a'ole (ah-oh-lay). No! aue (ah-oo-way). Alas! 'ae (ah-ay). Yes ahupua'a (ah-hoo-poo-ah-ah). Land division running from mountain top to sea coast Ali'i Nui (Ah-Iee-ee Noo-ee). King, ruler e (ay). Say! hale (hah-lay). House, building

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88 heiau (hay-ee-ah-oo). Temple kahuna (kah-hoo-nah). Priest kapa (kah-pah). Bark cloth

Kehau (Kay-hah-oo). Mist-laden breeze that comes at d a w n keiki (kay-kee). Child, children koa (koh-ah). A valuable hard w o o d ; also a soldier koa wahine (koh-ah wah-hee-nay). A woman, such as Little Warrior, trained in the arts of war kukui (koo-koo-ee). Nut w h o s e oil fishermen used to smooth the water kupuna (koo-poo-nah). Grandfather, grandparent, an elder lei (lay-ee). A garland of flowers, shells, or feathers; also used symbolically for something treasured mahalo (mah-hah-loh). Thank you, thanks Mahealani (Mah-hay-ah-Iah-nee). Full moon; night of g o o d luck; one born then will be a striver malo (mah-loh). Loincloth mamo (mah-moh). Bird with tuft of rare y e l l o w feathers used in featherwork for royalty mana (mah-nah). Divine power, authority maoli (mah-oh-lee). Truly! mua (moo-ah). Men's eating house 'ohana (oh-hah-nah). The family plkoi (pee-koh-ee). Snaring stick or stone with tripping cord poi (poh-ee). Staple f o o d of p o u n d e d taro root pola (po-lah). Center platform of large double canoe ti (tee) (originally ki). Leaves of the ti plant, used ceremonially uhu (oo-hoo). Parrot fish; school follows leader in files wahine (wah-hee-nay). Woman

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