“Where?” asked the other. “Where?”
“Right over there!”
“Ati!” he exclaimed.
Then the Sun, with stately step, approached them, dazzling their eyes with his beauty and his magnificent dress. So the poor little fellows huddled together and crouched their knees close to their bodies (for they had no clothes on), and watched him, trembling, until he came near. Then one of them said faintly: “Comest thou?” as though he just remembered it.
“Yea, I do, my children,” said the Sun. “How are ye these many days?”
“Happy,” responded they; but they were almost frightened out of their wits, and kept looking first at the Sun-father and then at each other.
“My children,” said the Sun-father tenderly, “ye are my own children; I gave ye both life.” But they only gazed at him, not believing what he said.
“Ye are both mine own children,” he repeated.
“Is that so?” replied they.
“Yea, that is true; and I saw ye here, and pitied ye; so I came to speak with ye and to help ye.”