Time passed by; Somacuel each day grew sadder and gloomier.  He would have been willing now to forgive his wife, but it was too late.

He said to his slaves:  “Prepare a banca for me, that I may sail from place to place to amuse myself.”

So one pleasant morning a banca sailed from Sinaragan, going southward.  Somacuel did not intend to go to any definite place, but drifted at the mercy of wind and current.  He amused himself by singing during the voyage.

One day the crew descried land at a distance.  “Sir,” they said, “that land is Cagayan.  Let us go there to get oysters and crane’s eggs.”  To this their master agreed, and upon anchoring off the coast he prepared to visit the place.

Oh, what astonishment he felt, as he saw, peeping out of the window of a house, a woman whose appearance resembled in great measure that of Capinangan!  He would have run to embrace her, had he not remembered that Capinangan was dead.  He was informed that the woman was named Aloyan.  He began to pay court to her, and in a few weeks she became his wife.

Somacuel was happy, for his wife was very affectionate.  Aloyan, on her part, did not doubt that her husband loved her sincerely, so she said to him:—­

“My dear Somacuel, I will no longer deceive you.  I am the very woman whom you caused to be thrown into the sea.  I am Capinangan.  I clung to a log in the water and was carried to this place, where I have lived ever since.”

“Oh,” said Somacuel, “pardon me for the harshness with which I meant to punish you.”

“Let us forget what is passed,” said Capinangan.  “I deserved it, after all.”

So they returned to Sinaragan, where they lived together happily for many years.

CHAPTER 12

Magboloto.

There was once a man named Magboloto who lived in the depths of the mountains.  One day on going down to a brook he saw three goddesses bathing in the water.  They had left their wings on the bank, and Magboloto managed to slip down and steal one pair of them.  When the goddesses had finished bathing and looked for their wings, they could not find those belonging to the youngest, Macaya.  At last the two goddesses put on their wings and flew up to heaven, leaving behind them Macaya, who wept bitterly, since without her wings she could not go home.  Then Magboloto, feigning to have come from a distance, met her and asked:  “Why do you weep, lady?”

“Why do you ask, if you will not help me in my trouble?” answered Macaya.

“I will do my best to help you,” said Magboloto, “if you will tell me about it.”

So Macaya told him that she had lost her wings, and therefore could not return to her home in heaven.

“I am sorry not to be able to help you out of your trouble,” said Magboloto, “but we terrestrial people do not use wings, nor know where to get them.  The only thing I can do for you is to offer you a home with me.”  Macaya was obliged to accept his offer, since there was nothing else for her to do.