He milked her, and brought it to his mother.
‘Here, mother.’
She pretended to drink, but poured it forth.
In the morning he went again into the forest, and met the Moon. ‘Who art thou?’
‘I am the Moon.’
‘Be a sister to me.’
‘But who art thou?’
‘I am Silvester.’
‘Then thou art God’s godson, for God takes care of thee. I also am God’s.’
‘Be a sister to me.’