Then Grass-Bush-and-Blossom wrapped her cedar-bark skirt about her and sprang up, and her silver and copper ornaments rang sweetly with her moving. The-One-Who-Walks-All-Over-the-Sky looked at Many Swans. You have not waited, she said. Alas! It is an evil beginning. My son, my son, I wished to love you. But he was glad and thought: It is a querulous old woman, I shall heed her no more than the snapping of a fire of dead twigs.