Surely you must know where they have gone."Īnd the sea said, "Oldkin! You are of me. "Mother! Do the golden crabs hide in you? Where have they gone? I have not seen them in seven days, and the sun and the mountain say they have not seen them either. This is why the hot red blood of the earth still pours from cracks in the mountain. The mountain cried out in rage and shook with anger, but no golden crabs could be found. She cursed at the mountain, "I have done nothing with them Pillar of the Earth! You must be hiding them in the folds of your stone cloak." In her fury Joomavesi struck the mountain and broke his crown. I miss the way they tickled as they ran across my face. On that day I heard you laughing and heard them screaming in my steaming vents. Have you seen the golden crabs? Do you hide them in your secret places?"Īnd the mountain said, "Oldkin! Your hair is as beautiful as my folded basalt form, and I wish I could help you, but I too have not seen the crabs since seven days. "Rugged Pillar of the Earth! Your roots stretch down to the heart of the earth and your head rises up to the heavens. Then Joomavesi cried out to the mountain. You are either lying to me, or blinded by your own radiance." You must be able to see them from up there. She cursed at the sun, "I have done nothing with them Golden One. I do not know where they have gone, and I have seen you among them. I surely loved watching them run each day and seeing my rays bounce off their bodies and dazzle the air.
What have you done with them?"Īnd the sun said, "Oldkin! Gold they may be, but they are not my children. On the seventh day without crabs Joomavesi cried out to the sun, "Golden One! Where have you hidden your children? They are gold like your rays, and they rise and rush with you each day. For six days she waited by the sea, and still they did not come. The piles of shells and claws grew larger, and Joomavesi was content.Īnd then, the crabs did not come.
She boiled them in pools close to the heart of the earth and streamed them in the mountain's vents. She stewed them and souped them and dried them in pits. She baked them and caked them and spun them on spits. This is why she is the mother of all cooking. Each day Joomavesi prepared the crabs in a different way. Each morning swarms of the golden creatures rushed from the waves to cross the island, and each evening the black sands were dressed in broken shells and claws of gold. Her hunger insatiable.įor a year and a day Joomavesi ate of the crabs. It was delicious! Joomavesi fell upon the crabs. She ate it raw, such was her hunger, and its meat was sweet with a whisper of the sea. A thousand thousand crabs of gold marched out of the water and rushed across the island like a wave.Īs the crabs swarmed past her, Joomavesi plucked one from the mass and broke its body in her hands.
And then, as the sun began to rise, she saw the crabs. Joomavesi had walked so far and so long beneath the stars that her stomach rolled and hissed like the steaming ocean. For long she walked beneath the stars seeking paradise and she found it on an island where the heart of the earth boiled the sea. Joomavesi was beautiful and her black hair rippled and folded like the mountains. Long ago when the world was new and the oldkin walked the lands there was one named Joomavesi.
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