Ours was the third of these.

At its gate I leapt from my horse, pushed open the closed door and hastened in to seek and learn.
I had not far to go for, there in the courtyard, standing at the head of our modest household and dressed in her festal robes, was my mother, the stately and white-haired lady Tiu, as one stands who awaits the coming of an honoured guest.

I ran to her and kneeling, kissed her hand, saying, "My mother! My mother, I have come safe home and greet you." "I greet you also, my son," she answered, bending down and kissing me on the brow, "who have been in far lands and passed so many dangers.
I greet you and thank the guardian gods who have brought you safe home again.

Rise, my son." I rose and kissed her on the face, then looked at the servants who were bowing their welcome to me, and said, "How comes it, Lady of the House, that all are gathered here?
Did you await some guest ?" "We awaited you, my son.

For an hour have we stood here listening for the sound of your feet." "Me!" I exclaimed.