“Yes, and what else? That life is beautiful?”

“Yes, and Lady Tree, life is beautiful, but I have not found what the Narts need to survive.”

“Your Narts,” she replied, “they are haughty and stubborn.  One day they shall perish because of these faults.  If you had stayed, you would have found what you needed here, from me,” and with this she placed in his arms a baby sun.  “This is our child, Milky Way.  Now, return to the Narts.”

He returned to the Narts and pointed to the sky.

“Do you see the Milky Way above?”

“We do,” they answered.

“Then follow it at night when you go out on raids, and follow it home when you return.  Then you shall never become lost.  But this baby sun above must be cared for and nurtured.  Who shall tend to him?”

Seven women stepped forward and said:

“We shall nurse and care for him.  We do not want any calamity to befall him, lest our men become lost on their night raids.”

But in time, despite their ministrations, the baby sun wandered off to play, became lost, and vanished.   At first the women searched for him, but when they could not find him they ran to the men.  The Narts mounted their horses and searched, but they too failed to find any trace of him.  In desperation, they turned to Tlepsh.

“Tlepsh! Milky Way has wandered off.  We cannot find him.  Go to his mother, Lady Tree.  Surely he has returned to her to play.”

Tlepsh did as they had asked, but when he came into the presence of Lady Tree and asked her if the baby sun had returned to her, she said: