Playing with her loose hair and listening to her singing as she rocked herself on a stone, he would presently fall asleep.
In the morning on waking he would always find himself lying still clasped to her breast in that great dim cavern; and almost always when he woke he would find her crying.

Sometimes on opening his eyes he would find her asleep, but with traces of tears on her face, showing that she had been awake and crying.
One afternoon, seeing him tired of play and hard to amuse, she took him in her arms and carried him right up the side of the mountain, where it grew so steep that even the big cat could not follow them.
Finally she brought him out on the extreme summit, and looking round he seemed to see the whole world spread out beneath him.

Below, half-way down, there were some wild cattle feeding on the mountain side, and they looked at that distance no bigger than mice.

Looking eastwards he beheld just beyond the plain a vast expanse of blue water extending leagues and leagues away until it faded into the blue sky.

He shouted with joy when he saw it, and could not take his eyes from this wonderful world of water.
"Take me there--take me there!" he cried.
She only shook her head and tried to laugh him out of such a wish; but by-and-by when she attempted to carry him back down the mountain he refused to move from the spot; nor would he speak to her nor look up into her pleading face, but kept his eyes fixed on that distant blue ocean which had so enchanted him.