One night, the Nine Moons Mistress descended to the mortal realm to participate in one of her secret rituals. Seeing her figure, cloaked in a long, hooded robe, a coven of her priestesses immediately prostrated themselves. As it is customary in the prayers to the Night Lady, they covered their eyes with the backs of their hands, and pressed their palms firmly to the ground. And then, the Lady started to dance; first, she lowered the hood, then she shed her robe altogether. They all knew the seductive goddess was dancing amongst them in the nude, but they were forbidden to look; so close, so tempting, but just beyond grasp, as she always is. The only one who watched her was a young thief who came here for a different kind of treasure. When the Lady was taken up in her elation, the thief jumped out of the trees and stole her robe. The Goddess was struck dumb in the face of such crude audacity, and just stood there, unable to act, letting the thief escape. They say that the other Gods still laugh at the Lady to this day; yet no curse has befallen the thief.