Then with his wives, his charges, his wagons, and his cattle he continued on to the home he had made at the edge of Amalon.
Among the women there was no awkwardness or inharmony; they had all suffered; and the two wives tactfully humoured the whims of the insane woman.

On the day they reached home, the husband took them to the door of his own little room.
"All that out there is yours," he said.

"Make the best arrangements you can.

This is my place; neither of you must ever come in here." They busied themselves in unpacking the supplies that had been brought, and making the house home-like.

The big gray woman had already gone down the road toward the settlement to watch for her husband, promising, however, to return at nightfall.