The next day, she made a fire and cooked meat again. She was just finished when a voice sang outside the door,
“Demazana, Demazana, Child of my mother, Open this cave to me. The swallows can enter it. It has two holes.”
But the voice did not sound like her brother’s. Demazana said: “No. You are not my brother; your voice is not like his.” She felt safe in the cave.