He opens the year, the first month being named after him. […] They conversed by signs and glances, and the fire burned more intensely for being covered up. […] One day the youth, being separated from his companions, shouted aloud, “Who’s here?” […] He talked with the supposed spirit: “Why, beautiful being, do you shun me? […] Heaving a sigh, she said, “I hope it will turn out so, but I can’t help being afraid.