"Let us forget what is passed," said Capinangan. "I deserved it,
after all."

So they returned to Sinaragan, where they lived together happily for
many years.

CHAPTER 12

Magboloto.

There was once a man named Magboloto who lived in the depths of the
mountains. One day on going down to a brook he saw three goddesses
bathing in the water. They had left their wings on the bank, and
Magboloto managed to slip down and steal one pair of them. When the
goddesses had finished bathing and looked for their wings, they could
not find those belonging to the youngest, Macaya. At last the two
goddesses put on their wings and flew up to heaven, leaving behind
them Macaya, who wept bitterly, since without her wings she could
not go home. Then Magboloto, feigning to have come from a distance,
met her and asked: "Why do you weep, lady?"

"Why do you ask, if you will not help me in my trouble?" answered
Macaya.

"I will do my best to help you," said Magboloto, "if you will tell
me about it."

So Macaya told him that she had lost her wings, and therefore could
not return to her home in heaven.

"I am sorry not to be able to help you out of your trouble," said
Magboloto, "but we terrestrial people do not use wings, nor know
where to get them. The only thing I can do for you is to offer you
a home with me." Macaya was obliged to accept his offer, since there
was nothing else for her to do.

About a year after Macaya became Magboloto's wife they had a child. One
day, as Magboloto was making rice soup on the hearth, Macaya was
swinging the child in a hammock. Accidentally, she noticed a bundle
stuck into one of the bamboo posts in the partition. She withdrew the
bundle, and upon unrolling it found, oh, joy! her long-lost wings,
which Magboloto had hidden in the hollow bamboo. She at once put
them on, and leaving her husband and child, flew up to join her
celestial family.

Magboloto, on missing his wife, began calling loudly for her. As he
could not find her, he looked for the wings, and seeing that they
were gone, knew at once what had happened. He began to weep bitterly,
especially as he did not know how to take care of the child. So leaving
it in the care of a relative, he set out to find the way to heaven. He
had walked a great distance when he met North Wind. "Magboloto,
Magboloto, why are you weeping?" asked North Wind.

"Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way," answered Magboloto.

"Tell me your troubl