Bugan rose to the surface of the waters, and on the beach again put her pack on her head. She continued the journey. She came to Lumbut, to the house of Umbumabakal. The house was covered with enormous ferns. It terrified her. She threw betels between her teeth, and put down her fear. She passed through the gate of the enclosure about the house, and sat down on the rice mortar. In the evening of the day Umbumabakal came down. He was looking for something to eat. He passed through the gate. Bugan hid herself in a large wooden bucket. Umbumabakal kept sniffing the air.
“Why is it that there is something human here now,” he said, “yet nothing of the kind has ever happened before?”
He sought for Bugan. He found her in the bucket.
“Why, human, are you here?” he said.
“I am Bugan, the wife of Balitok.”
“Why do you come here, Bugan, wife of Balitok?” he said.
“Because I want to be devoured.”
“Why?”
“Yes, for we are childless at Kiangan.”
“Umbumabakal laughed. “Well,” said he, “tomorrow we will go to the dwelling of Ngilin and the other Gods of Animal Fertility.”