but only wicked mountains disguised in snow that had trapped her golden
ball. And then she cried because there was none to find it, for the
thunder was far away chasing the Eclipse, and all the gods lamented
when They saw her sorrow. And Limpang Tung, who was least of all the
gods, was yet the saddest at the Dawnchild's grief, and when the gods
said: "Play with your silver moon," he stepped lightly from the rest,
and coming down the stairway of the gods, playing an instrument of
music, went out towards the world to find the golden ball because
Inzana wept.

And into the world he went till he came to the nether cliffs that stand
by the inner mountains in the soul and heart of the earth where the
Earthquake dwelleth alone, asleep but astir as he sleeps, breathing and
moving his legs, and grunting aloud in the dark. Then in the ear of the
Earthquake Limpang Tung said a word that only the gods may say, and the
Earthquake started to his feet and flung the cave away, the cave
wherein he slept between the cliffs, and shook himself and went
galloping abroad and overturned the mountains that hid the golden ball,
and bit the earth beneath them and hurled their crags about and covered
himself with rocks and fallen hills, and went back ravening and
growling into the soul of the earth, and there lay down and slept again
for a hundred years. And the golden ball rolled free, passing under the
shattered earth, and so rolled back to Pegana; and Limpang Tung came
home to the onyx step and took the Dawnchild by the hand and told not
what he had done but said it was the Earthquake, and went away to sit
at the feet of the gods. But Inzana went and patted the Earthquake on
the head, for she said it was dark and lonely in the soul of the earth.
Thereafter, returning step by step, chalcedony, onyx, chalcedony, onyx,
up the stairway of the gods, she cast again her golden ball from the
Threshold afar into the blue to gladden the world and the sky, and