human
Perhaps it is a gift from the gods, said Hairukoo as he went up to it. The robe was so fragile that he almost feared to touch it, but at last he took it down. The feathers were wondrously woven together, and slender curved wings sprang from above the shoulder.
gpt
I will take it home, and we shall be happy,
human
The robe is mine, good fisher, pray give it to me. The man stood awestruck, for never had he seen so lovely a being. She seemed to come from another world. He said,
gpt
What is your name, beautiful maiden, and whence do you come? She answered,
human
I am one of the virgins who attend the moon. I come with a message of peace to the ocean. I have whispered it into his ear, and now I must fly heavenward. But Hairukoo replied,
gpt
I would see you dance before you leave me. The moon-maiden answered:
human
Give me my feather robe, and I will dance a celestial dance. The peasant refused.
gpt
Dance and I will give you your robe. Then the glittering virgin was angry:
human
The wicked _oni_ will take you for their own, if you doubt the word of a goddess. I cannot dance without my robe. Each feather has been given to me by the Heavenly Birds. Their love and trust support me. As she thus spoke the fisher was ashamed, and said,
gpt
I have done wrong, and I ask your forgiveness.