When the sweet child lay the bones of her brother at my feet, I began to stir myself. My branches parted and moved and I clapped them together and rejoiced! From deep in my roots, a mist rose around me with a fiery, burning center. A beautiful bird flew out of the fire, singing magnificently. He rose up into the air, and when he was gone, I became still again. Just as before.
The bundle of bones was no longer there, and the girl, who had come to me weeping, was as happy as if her brother were still alive.