Here I am wretched as a king and you are held to be ugly, also ignorant as a stranger.

Oh! do not answer, I pray you, but learn that all goes well.
For the time you are accepted as my wife, subject to the decision of a council of matrons, aged relatives of my family, who will decide when we reach the City of the Grasshopper whether or not you shall be acknowledged as the Queen of the Ethiopians.

No, no, I pray you say nothing since I must go away at once, as according to the law of the Ethiopians the time has come for the Grasshopper to sleep, alone, Karema, as you are not yet acknowledged as my wife.

You also can sleep with the lady Tiu and for Shabaka a tent is provided.

Rest sweetly, Wife.