The following exquisite tradition connects itself with that brief season when, in the summer of the far north, the sun tarries night and day above the horizon. _All-fader_ had two faithful servants, of the race of those who enjoyed eternal youth, and when the sun had done its first day's course, he called to him _Demmarik_, and said, "To thy watchful care, my daughter, I confide the setting sun that I have newly created; extinguish its light carefully, and guard the precious flame that no evil approach it." And the next morning, when the sun was again about to begin its course, he said to his servant _Koite_, "My son, to thy trusty hand I remit the charge of kindling the light of the sun I have created, and of leading it forth on its way." Faithfully did the children discharge the duties assigned to them. In the winter they carefully guarded the precious light, and laid it early to rest, and awakened it to life again only at a late hour; but, as the spring and summer advanced, they suffered the glorious flame to linger longer in the vault of heaven, and to rejoice the hearts of men by the brightness of its aspect. At length the time arrived when, in our northern world, the sun enjoys but brief rest. It must be up betimes in the morning to awaken the flowers and fruit to life and light, and it must cast its glowing beams across the mantle of night, and lose no time in idle slumber. Then it was that _Demmarik_, for the first time, met _Koite_ face to face as she stood upon the western edge of heaven, and received from the hands of her brother-servant the orb of light. As the fading lamp passed from one to the other, their eyes met, and a gentle pressure of their hands sent a thrill of holy love through their hearts. No eye was there save that of the _All-fader_, who called his servants before him, and said, "Ye have done well; and as recompense, I permit ye to fulfil your respective charges conjointly as man and wife." Then, _Demmarik_ and _Koite_, looking at each other, replied--"No, All-fader! disturb not our joy; let us remain everlastingly in our present bridal state; wedded joy cannot equal what we feel now as betrothed!" And the mighty _All-fader_ granted their prayer, and from that time they have met but once in the year, when, during four weeks, they greet each other night after night; and then, as the lamp passes from one to the other, a pressure of the hand and a kiss calls forth a rosy blush on the fair cheek of _Demmarik_ which sheds its mantling glow over all the heavens, _Koite's_ heart the while thrilling with purest joy. And should they tarry too long, the gentle nightingales of the _All-fader_ have but to warble _Laisk tudrück, laisk tudrück! öpik!_ "Giddy ones, giddy ones! take heed!" to chide them forward on their duty.