He had hardly reached the top when, by the arts of his hostile brothers, the tree grew higher and higher, and became of such circumference that Qat could not have got down again, had not Marawa, seeing his friend's difficulty, blown to earth a thread, or a hair from his head."
He had barely reached the summit when, through the cunning of his treacherous brothers, the tree grew taller and taller, expanding to such a girth that Qat could not have descended again, unless Marawa, noticing his friend's predicament, blew down a strand or a lock from his head.