Mani looked through the opening the wandering stones had left behind, and within the mountain she saw a huge cave made of precious stones. The hall had a vault as wide as the firmament.
At a richly laid table made from diamond twelve knights sat with golden helmets, golden shields and swords, golden spears and battle-axes.

They seemed to be absorbed in deep, deep sleep. None of the delicate dishes were touched, although the gleaming table looked as if it had been laid since time immemorial.

At the upper end of the table sat a mighty warrior with a golden spear in his hand.
His flowing beard had grown around the table, and it seemed to give the table its luminosity.

Otherwise the radiance of these heroes appeared rather subdued to Mani, like white-golden embers resting within themselves.

A deep uncanny quiet emanated from these bold warriors and spread throughout nature.

Now the stones came rolling back from the spring-tide. Having bathed, however, they looked like huge precious stones of many hues, with streaks of gold and silver, scintillating like the stars themselves.
They passed the many-headed dragon, rolled into the opening and closed the mountain behind them.

As soon as the gap had closed, the trees, bushes and the grass danced above it, organized by families, and the nightly roundelay attained serene fulfilment in the deep silence of the mild full-moon night.

Still and silent stood the mountain-forest, like a kettle of light glistening in many shades of silver.
Only very softly it was permeated by the miraculous beams of the onlooking moon.

Deep from within the mountain, as if from a distance, Mani heard very quiet charming music.