As the rise of the sun waited and the growth of light began what shone forth for the day to dawn. Oranmiyan had become awakened as he had fallen asleep even at the shore of the river.
That when he was yet making love to the woman he found yet at the shore had a sleeping spell be casted on him and he knew not how the lady reappeared as the Eldest Witch; with her wrinkled skin and odour like a rotten dead rat, and her tattered attire, and as she rubs her hand at first against her stomach, she rubbed it as well against Oranmiyan's stomach.
This instant she rendered her short wicked cackle and disappeared into their realm, among the rest of the witches. And in their laughter and sneer did they first welcome the Eldest Witch and congratulate her for her achievement in setting Ifa-ile on the part to ruin.
