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Good liquor loosens one's voice -- their songs were wonderfully clear. Good liquor loosens one's wit -- their words were wonderfully clever. Good liquor loosens one's reason -- soon the boasting turned to squabbling.
CrommDeroil and CrommDaril began to argue about which of them was the stronger. As Myame hid her face, they conceived of a Great Contest. They staggered from their drinking place and began.
CrommDeroil stooped to the ground and, grasping a stone as large as a table, heaved it over his head and tossed it into the air. CrommDaril stooped to the ground and, grasping a stone as large as a cart, heaved it over his head and tossed it into the air.
CrommDeroil stooped to the ground and, grasping a stone as large as a wagon, heaved it over his head and tossed it into the air, laughing with pleasure. CrommDaril stooped to the ground and, grasping a stone as large as a house, heaved it over his head and tossed it into the air, his laugh echoing through the valley.
The People laughed to see the giants' contest. Many came to watch and lay wagers. Food stalls were set up, musicians began to compose songs telling of the Great Contest.
CrommDeroil stooped to the ground and, grasping a house-sized stone heaved it over his head and tossed it far, across the meadow to the next village. CrommDaril stooped to the ground and, grasping a house-sized stone heaved it over his head and tossed it far, across the meadow to the next valley.
In the next valley, FerRogain was standing in his field admiring his flock of ewes. When CrommDaril's stone fell out of the sky killing a ewe, he roared with anger. FerRogain stooped to the ground, grasped the stone, heaved it over his head and tossed it far, back across to the other valley.
CrommDeroil and CrommDaril laughed to see the stone return. They laughed to see it land on the People who watched and wagered. CrommDeroil did not laugh when another stone flew through the sky and hit his brother CrommDaril, killing him. CrommDeroil stooped to the ground and grasping a stone as big as a village, heaved it over his head and tossed it far, across the meadow to the next valley. He roared with anger and grief.
The People did not laugh or wager anymore. They ran and hid -- in the forest, in the caves, in the secret places they knew.
CrommDeroil and FerRogain stooped to the ground, grasped stones, heaved them over their heads and tossed them far, across the meadows to the far valleys. The stones fell to the ground so hard they made deep holes, and were embedded in the holes half way up their sides. Soon there were no more stones to grasp, so CrommDeroil and FerRogain moved from their valleys to find new stones.
As they stooped and heaved, they grew in strength and size. In time and in no time, the two giants were so large they no longer stooped to grasp stones. Now they pulled out whole hills. Now they pulled out whole mountains. The earth cried out for help as her body was ripped asunder.
Across the world, the giant Lugh was harvesting his fields. He heard the cry and looked up from his work. Across the world he could hear the battle. Across the world he could hear the roars of CrommDeroil and FerRogain.
Lugh was displeased. His work was interrupted and his crops could suffer. He set down his scythe, and strode off across the world. The closer he approached the battle, the darker the sky became from the dust and rock flying through the air. He saw CrommDeroil grasp a mountain and with the heat of his anger turn it to molten metal. Then CrommDeroil heaved the huge ball of liquid rock into the sky.
Lugh knew that if the molten rock returned to the earth, it would destroy this valley, the next valley, and all the valleys for many days' travel. He was even more displeased.
Lugh said with a voice like thunder, "STOP!" In this valley, CrommDeroil stopped stooping to the ground. In the next valley, FerRogain stopped heaving a mountain over his head. In the sky, the ball of molten rock stopped falling.
There was a great silence.
Then Lugh said, "CrommDeroil and FerRogain -- you must come with me. You can show me your great strength by helping me with my fields." The three giants strode off back across the world. When the People came from their hiding places, they found their villages and fields destroyed, rivers moved from their banks, and lakes where none had been before. And Myame had a new companion in the night skies. This is how Mawu was born.
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