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."
As he was just reaching the peak, his hostile siblings used their deceitful tactics to make the tree grow even taller. By this time, it had become so wide that Qat couldn't climb back up unless Marawa, observing his friend's struggle, blew down a strand of hair from his head.