the Dawnchild and to ask her why she cried. Then Inzana said that her
golden ball had been taken away and hidden by mountains black and ugly,
far away from Pegana, all in a world of rocks under the rim of the sky,
and she wanted her golden ball and could not love the dark.

Thereat Umborodom, whose hound was the thunder, took his hound in
leash, and strode away across the sky after the golden ball until he
came to the mountains afar and aloof. There did the thunder put his
nose to the rocks and bay along the valleys, and fast at his heels
followed Umborodom. And the nearer the hound, the thunder, came to the
golden ball the louder did he bay, but haughty and silent stood the
mountains whose plot had darkened the world. All in the dark among the
crags in a mighty cavern, guarded by two twin peaks, at last they found
the golden ball for which the Dawnchild wept. Then under the world went
Umborodom with his thunder panting behind him, and came in the dark
before the morning from underneath the world and gave the Dawnchild
back her golden ball. And Inzana laughed and took it in her hands, and
Umborodom went back into Pegana, and at its threshold the thunder went
to sleep.

Again the Dawnchild tossed the golden ball far up into the blue across
the sky, and the second morning shone upon the world, on lakes and
oceans, and on drops of dew. But as the ball went bounding on its way,
the prowling mists and the rain conspired together and took it and
wrapped it in their tattered cloaks and carried it away. And through
the rents in their garments gleamed the golden ball, but they held it
fast and carried it right away and underneath the world. Then on an
onyx step Inzana sat down and wept, who could no more be happy without
her golden ball. And again the gods were sorry, and the South Wind came
to tell her tales of most enchanted islands, to whom she listened not,