There were twenty of us; and we fled here--by the way which I will show you--" He leered cunningly; I gave no sign of interest.
"She who was the mother of the goddess found favor in the sight of the ruler here," he went on.

"But after a time she grew old and ugly and withered.

So he slew her--like a little mound of dust she danced and blew away after he had slain her; and also he slew others who had grown displeasing to him.

He blasted me--as he was blasted--" He pointed to Ventnor.
"Then it was that, recovering, I found my crooked shoulder.

The goddess was born here.