When the wind arrived, he called the musicians, and the spoke like this: "Come musicians¡ but he heard nothing. It was quiet, and he began to be angry. "Come musicians, the god of the four parts of the earth calls you, but they heard nothing.

 

The wind rose in great anger, billowing and blowing, raging and storming, rising in his furious anger with clouds that covered the face of the sun. The darkness and gloom was broken only by frightening bolts of lightening and loud thunder.

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