The Return of the Goddess
free interpretation based on below sources
The Great Goddess named HetHert in her best mood, Sekhmet when feeling less nice and Tefnut for the mood in-between, got tired of Re and his worries for safety in the Land of Kemet. One day she simply walked off to Nubia, in nothing less than her best leonine dress. There she wandered around, hunting and feeling great and free, like any good lioness.
Back at home everyone missed the gentle HetHert. The land became morose and no one wanted to party. Everyone had a boring time and Re ordered Djehuty to go out after her and get her back. "Promise her everything", he said. "We gotta have her back, thereīs no fun without her and her skirt-lifting!" *
(Re alludes to HetHert lifting her skirt one day in front of him to cheer him up when he was in an especially sour mood. It made the trick btw.)
So Djehuty pulled on his baboon costume and went away. After many days and much roaming, he found her sedately resting in the shade of a rock, absently picking her teeth after a good meal. He approached carefully and cleared his throat: (Itīs now you have to picture that rasta-īcoiffure and accent ...)
He says: "Hey, Hethert!"
The great lioness slowly lifts an eyelid and gazes at the little baboon. The little baboon starts to fidget just a bit. After all, she is awesomed to behold, and despite him beign a god and all, he backs away a few step before continuing:
"Hey, how about quitting this bumming about and come back home?"
No answer, just a slow flicker of her tail to chase away some flies. Djehuty twiddles his tail between his paws, licks his lips and tries again:
" Re is pininī for you, yaī know. All court is silent, nobody dances, all the beer is left undrunk, no skirtliftin... it goes stale, itīs misery everywhere, I tell yaī"
HetHert stretched her front legs and yawned: "rooooaaaahhhh...naaahhh... donīt think so. Got a good, shady place here and lots of dumb antelopes ready for the pickinī".
Djehuty gets nervous, heīs got these orders from on high, you know:
"B-b-b-but but but.... Re will be re-e-al pissed with me if I return without you!"
Hethert only groans and turns around a bit, making herself more comfortable: "Tell him to ask Bast to scratch his back, I ainīt in the mood right now."
I... I... think he said something about letting Bast do the dancing in your place...?
Only a snort was the response.
Djehuty had to pull out his wits: "Hey, you know, you will never have to work again if you come back with me. Promise!"
HetHert still looked disinterested but the baboon could see a slight glint in one of her golden eyes so he goes on:
"A-a-a-nd... there will be a great party! You can dance and sing.... a-a-a-an drink beer and wine all you want!"
He made a few funny steps as if trying to entice her into dance. Of course there was no result. But HetHert turned her head a little: "Skirt-lifting too?"
"Yes!! skirtlifting - sure!"
"Whenever I feel like it? Like...every day?"
"Every day, yes, as much as you want to!"
"Promise?"
"Promise upon the Word of Re!"
That was tempting. Indeet it was. She rose slowly, stretched and began to preen her coat. It was a long while before she moved to follow Djehuty back. And every now and then during their long journey she hesitated and thought of how good it was to be on her own, to roam the desert and the wadis, to let the spirit of hunting carry her away, answering to nobody but herself.
However, Djehuty soon found out how to lure her on. Every time the lioness laid down or turned around to go back, Djehuty began to tell her stories about animals and their dealings with men and how Ma'at was done or not done. That usually made the trick. Being caught up in the baboonīs clever story-telling Sekhmet/HetHert soon forgot why she had stopped and instead follwed the baboon as he slowly but surely led her back to the Land of Kemet.
At the border to Kemet, she shed her leonine clothing and appeared in that loose, flimsy garb we usually see her in, polished her sistrum and beamed expectantly at Djehuty:
"Remember you promised: beer, wine, music, dancing, singing and skirt-lifting. No work!"
"Yes, allright!" he said. "Only one thing though. You donīt want to come before Re smelling like a lion, do you?"
He said this from a safe distance, perching on the roof of the temple of Isis at the Island of Philae, the spot where they had entered Egypt. The lioness began to show again beneath the finery she just had put on:
"So you insinuate I smell?" A slow growl began to build up in her throat, and Djehuty had to act quickly.
He jumped off the pylon, scampered quickly up on the roof of the western colonnade and, turning his back on the goddess he looked intently at the water below. Giving a low whistle and glancing over his shoulder, he exlaimed:
"Oh wow!" Nothing happened other than Sekhmet was growling low as she inspected herself for cleanliness. Djehuty pretended to be deeply absorbed in whatever he was looking at and tried again:
"My my! Iīve never seen such... such BEAUTY!"
Sekhmet paused inspecting herself: "Beauty? Where?" She was always a bit conscientious about her good looks and actually, as all women, a bit sensitive about competition. In her opinion no one was greater loking than herself weither in leonine outfit or just natural.
"There, down in the water. Thereīs this great-looking chick down there - coolest Iīve seen ever!"
"In the water?" Sekhmet edged closer.
"Yes, yes, come up here and see for yourself!"
Sekhmet jumps up, they are now both on top of the Western column and they peer down into the water.
Sekhmet: "I donīt see anything!"
Djehuty: "There! there! Bend over a little and look hard!"
As Sekhmet sees her own reflection in the water, she gets interested and bends over a little further. Of course that is what Djehuty was planning. Just a little "help" from his hand and the great goddess dived, no flew - in a big arch to land in the cool clear waters by Philae. Hissing and spluttering she swam around until she cooled down, little by little. When she came ashore, she was not only fully the gentle, merry HetHert again, she had shed every trace of both leonine smell and skin.
And everywhere they came, on their wandering back to Reīs court, people received them with feasting and offerings of flower and delicious food and wine. All the Two Lands, from the Cataracts to the Delta, rejoiced and celebrated the Return of the Goddess and they contined to do so each year on this day.
'Skirtlifting' - from the passage in the tale 'The Contendings of Horus and Set', where Re gets in a bad mood and Hathor cheers him up by dancing in front of him with her skirts pulled up.