So were the _Taithu_ split; and to this place where there had been none, came hatred, fear and suspicion.

Those who pursued the ancient ways went to the Three and pleaded with them to destroy their work--and they would not, for still they loved it.
"Stronger grew the Dweller and less and less did it lay before its worshippers--for now so they had become--the fruits of its knowledge; and it grew--restless--turning its gaze upon earth face even as it had turned it from the Three.

It whispered to the _Taithu_ to take again the paths and look out upon the world.

Lo! above them was a great fertile land on which dwelt an unfamiliar race, skilled in arts, seeking and finding wisdom--mankind! Mighty builders were they; vast were their cities and huge their temples of stone.
"They called their lands Muria and they worshipped a god Thanaroa whom they imagined to be the maker of all things, dwelling far away.

They worshipped as closer gods, not indifferent but to be prayed to and to be propitiated, the moon and the sun.