At last, however, Pyrrha said to Deucalion:—
“I have a thought. We are all called the children of Jupiter, you know, because he is called the father of gods and men. And Jupiter and all the gods are the children of Cœlus and Terra. Now, if we are the children of Jupiter, and Jupiter is the child of Terra, then Terra must be our grandmother. And Terra is the Earth; so our grandmother is the Earth, you see.”
“But,” asked Deucalion, “what about the bones?”
“What are the bones of the Earth but the stones?” said Pyrrha. “The stones must be our Grandmother’s Bones.”
“I don’t think you’re right,” said Deucalion. “It’s much too easy a thing—only to throw a few stones. But there’s no harm in trying.”
So they gathered two heaps of stones, one for him and one for her, and threw the stones behind them, over their shoulders, without turning round—just as Themis had told them.
When they had thrown away all their stones, they looked to see if anything had happened. And lo! every stone thrown by Pyrrha had become a woman, and every stone thrown by Deucalion had become a man.
So they kept on throwing stones till the world was full of men and women again. And Deucalion and Pyrrha became their king and queen.