“Yes, but mother said that Isis’ song was so beautiful that one might fall asleep when they heard it.”
The sisters disputed for a long time, then the elder one went in and sat down by the man who was playing on the flute; the younger followed her, but she was crying, for she knew that the man was not Isis.
Isis was away hunting for deer and just at the moment the girls put down their baskets outside his door his bowstring broke, then he knew that young women had come to him. He started for home, singing as he traveled. When he was on the top of a mountain where the sky came to the ground, [[29]]all the people in the world heard his song, and said: “Isis is coming.”
The old man kept playing on the flute. After a while he said to the girls: “I wonder why Kumush doesn’t come?”
The elder sister nudged the younger, and said: “This man is Isis; Kumush has gone for wood.”
“No,” said the younger, “Isis is coming. I hear his song.”
Soon Isis came in with his belt full of deer. He stood still and didn’t know where to go, for the younger sister sat in his place. At last he went to the old man’s side of the house, put down the deer, cut up one and cooked the ribs, then he asked Kumush if he had given the girls anything to eat.
“No,” said Kumush. “I was playing on the flute.”
Isis gave the girls meat. The elder ate, but the younger couldn’t, for she was crying.
When it was growing dark, Isis said to Kumush: “Take off my clothes; you will break the beads if you sleep on them.”