“One evening the clouds broke and the sun shone through. My wife went outside the lodge; she looked up to the Sun and prayed:
“ ‘Sun, have pity!
I am praying for my grandson,
The one that is dying.
May he get well!
Sun, you must listen.
I swear I am pure.
All my life I lived straight.
Sun, I promise to give your ceremony,
If our child gets well.