Under the wishing songs, swaying sweet as honey, of the fair wise women the images of the gods began to stir. Soul, life and mind entered the golden noble figures throning high aloft, and filled them with deep-blue radiance surrounded by a golden aura.

Feeling formed their faces with expression, and great golden-white glories surrounded the enlightened heads of the rulers of the world as if with mighty star-crowns.
Merrily and full of lively serenity the gracious gods looked with their bright and understanding eyes at the assembled wise women and presented them celestial sparks of joy.

In a sweet and fulfilled roundelay the alf-girls danced through the air up to the gods and gave them the golden-yellow, dark-brown sap of bliss from the centre of the well of offerings as a holy oblation.

And while the noble, mighty masters of the world accepted the divine drink from the gracious fairies of happiness, they rose from their lofty seats and went on star-strewn stairs of roses, which sprang from the enchanted world of the smiling lips of these gentle wise women, down to the magnificent resplendent Walpurga and to their wise women who shone brighter and brighter from happiness.

As if by magic hands the gate of the inner, holy events closed again, the crystal mountain lost more and more of its translucency, the music faded and faded, the inner palace of the stars vanished from the bright view of Mani, and before her eyes the mountain-forest, steeped in spring, greened again in the milk-white, calm and cool light of the full moon.