group in the sky. Then they let the tule boat glide back to earth.
From their seat on high they watched their husbands. The six oldest brothers looked around a little while and then settled back to smoke by the fire. But Tucay, the youngest, wandered around wailing. "My wife, my fair Lilote," he cried, "come again and warm my heart. No more shall I follow the advice of my brothers. You shall have all that I slay. Come, Lilote, come, or I perish in this loneliness."
Lilote watched his misery for a day and a night. Then she declared: "I shall throw myself back to earth. I cannot leave him so."
"And would you not grieve for us?" inquired Fosate.
"We will never go back," cried the other sisters. "O little one! do not desert us."
Lilote endured her husband's sorrow for another day and another night. Then she said, "I must go back, sisters, although I shall ever grieve over your absence."
"No, little one," answered Fosate. "You will stay here, and we will bring your beloved to you. He has proved himself worthy of our companionship."
All the sisters agreed to this, and they told Tucay how to use the tule boat. He came speeding
