" But all the
sons turned to their mother and said, "All you care about is your
daughter. You do not love us the least little bit. So we shall not
cross the seven seas and bring Soma here just on her account." The
mother began to cry, and the father got very cross. He turned to his
wife and said, "From henceforth you have no sons. To me our seven sons
are as if they had never been born. But do not get frightened about
our little girl I myself shall cross the seven seas and fetch Soma, the
washerwoman." Then the youngest of the seven sons said to his father,
"Daddy, Daddy, you must not say that you have no sons when here we are,
all seven of us. I shall take my sister Gunvanti with me, and we shall
go and fetch Soma, the washerwoman." A few days later the two children
prostrated themselves before their parents and began their voyage.
In course of time they came to the seashore. But the wind was
blowing, the waves were rolling in, and the foam was splashing over
the rocks. The brother and sister could not imagine how they were to
continue their journey.
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