And she too arose and said, smiling as she spoke, so her look was little more than the glow of the moon in the hazy harvest-month, 'Farewell, good my lord.

You will call me presently, I know; for without me you cannot make the perfectly happy creature of which you were thinking, any more'-- and she stopped to laugh, knowing well the truth of the saying--'any more, my lord, than you yourself can be perfectly happy without me.' "'We will see,' he said.
"And she went her way, and took her needles and her chair, and on the roof of the silver palace sat watching and knitting.
"And the will of Osiris, at labor in his mighty breast, was as the sound of the mills of all the other gods grinding at once, so loud that the near stars rattled like seeds in a parched pod; and some dropped out and were lost.

And while the sound kept on she waited and knit; nor lost she ever a stitch the while.
"Soon a spot appeared in the space over towards the sun; and it grew until it was great as the moon, and then she knew a world was intended; but when, growing and growing, at last it cast her planet in the shade, all save the little point lighted by her presence, she knew how very angry he was; yet she knit away, assured that the end would be as she had said.
"And so came the earth, at first but a cold gray mass hanging listless in the hollow void.

Later she saw it separate into divisions; here a plain, there a mountain, yonder a sea, all as yet without a sparkle.
And then, by a river-bank, something moved; and she stopped her knitting for wonder.

The something arose, and lifted its hands to the sun in sign of knowledge whence it had its being.