Then he took Takyayen back to his mother in the sky, and she was happy again.

After that Takyayen was always glad when he was allowed to visit the earth, but each time when his mother’s tears began to fall, he returned to her.  When he was old enough, Aponitolau selected a wife for him, and after that Takyayen always lived on the earth, but Gaygayoma stayed in the sky.

The Story of Dumalawi

Tinguian

Aponitolau and Aponibolinayen had a son whose name was Dumalawi. [47] When the son had become a young man, his father one day was very angry with him, and tried to think of some way in which to destroy him.  The next morning he said to Dumalawi: 

“Son, sharpen your knife, and we will go to the forest to cut some bamboo.”

So Dumalawi sharpened his knife and went with his father to the place where the bamboo grew, and they cut many sticks and sharpened them like spears at the end.

Dumalawi wondered why they made them thus, but when they had finished, Aponitolau said: 

“Now, Son, you throw them at me, so that we can see which is the braver.”

“No, Father,” answered Dumalawi.  “You throw first, if you want to kill me.”

So Aponitolau threw the bamboo sticks one by one at his son, but he could not hit him.  Then it was the son’s turn to throw, but he said: 

“No, I cannot.  You are my father, and I do not want to kill you.”

So they went home.  But Dumalawi was very sorrowful, for he knew now that his father wanted to destroy him.  When his mother called him to dinner he could not eat.

Although he had been unsuccessful in his first attempt, Aponitolau did not give up the idea of getting rid of his son, and the next day he said: 

“Come, Dumalawi, we will go to our little house in the field [48] and repair it, so that it will be a protection when the rainy season sets in.”

The father and son went together to the field, and when they reached the little house, Aponitolau, pointing to a certain spot in the ground, said: 

“Dig there, and you will find a jar of basi [49] which I buried when I was a boy.  It will be very good to drink now.”

Dumalawi dug up the jar and they tasted the wine, and it was so pleasing to them that they drank three cocoanut shells full, and Dumalawi became drunk.  While his son lay asleep on the ground, Aponitolau decided that this was a good time to destroy him, so he used his magical power and there arose a great storm which picked up Dumalawi in his sleep and carried him far away.  And the father went home alone.

Now when Dumalawi awoke, he was in the middle of a field so wide that whichever way he looked, he could not see the end.  There were neither trees nor houses in the field and no living thing except himself.  And he felt a great loneliness.

By and by he used his magical power, and many betel-nuts grew in the field, and when they bore fruit it was covered with gold,