Glorious are the deeds of the gods, and inconceivable are their gifts. To them, a human’s loudest prayer is like the murmur of a stream, while the Whisperers’ secret Incantations rumble like thunder in their ears!

Oh, how great was the surprise when Daboh and Perun first heard the words of Incantations! And even though they covered their ears with their hands, even though they tried to escape or drown the prayers in their own cries, the sound of the Incantations would not recede.

The gods were angered, as they cared not about the fate of the humans nor their pleas, and they only wished to make Praboh happy by finding the passage to the Underworld, capturing Veles, and freeing Mokosh. Man and woman, who were meant to help with the completion of this task, could not be relied upon, for even though they were swarming the world like locusts, their curiosity and courage were no longer worth anything. Even though the gods enjoyed human prayers, for they were sweet as nectar and did fill them with power, they found these Incantations irksome, as they drained their energy, just like horseflies that drink miraculous blood to satisfy their thirst.