But this did not suit the Weaving Maiden.
“I am a daughter of the Ruler of the Gods,” said she, “and may not marry without his command. Give back my clothes to me quickly, or else my father will punish you!”
Then the yellow cow said: “You have been destined for each other by fate, and I will be glad to arrange your marriage, and your father, the Ruler of the Gods, will make no objection. Of that I am sure.”
The Weaving Maiden replied: “You are an unreasoning animal! How could you arrange our marriage?”
The cow said: “Do you see that old willow-tree there on the shore? Just give it a trial and ask it. If the willow tree speaks, then Heaven wishes your union.”
And the Weaving Maiden asked the willow.
The willow replied in a human voice:
“This is the Seventh day,
The Herd Boy his court to the Weaver doth pay!”
and the Weaving Maiden was satisfied with the verdict. The Herd Boy laid down her clothes, and went on ahead. The Weaving Maiden drew them on and followed him. And thus they became man and wife.
But after seven days she took leave of him.