The keeper of Mike, the female beast went to meet the Gardener in secret. It was at night. She gently knocked on the door and she was asked to come in.
“Great one,” she bowed, “the one who has the authority to appoint and to destroy. Please, how can I sleep with the human in our midst? He is lying there like a dead man, what will I do?”
The Gardener was lying on his mat facing the roof of his hut. The beasts carrying him were outside the hut. This female beast has never given birth. She was barren and sometimes, her situation makes her unhappy. All her age mates were already a mother of four and some six.
Her words made the Gardener sit down and look through the window. The moon was full and everywhere was quiet. He looked at the female beast and said.
“I have been waiting for you to c
