When her brother came home he sang as usual,
“Demazana, Demazana, Child of my mother, Open this cave to me. The swallows can enter it. It has two holes.”
She opened the door and let him in.
When he saw the cooked meat, Demane asked, “How did you do this without a fire?”
“I dried the meat in the sun outside the cave,” Demazane replied quickly.
Demane was too tired to argue, and they sat down to enjoy the meal together.