In the cave he made her a second couch, and tended her assiduously.

He made a fire on the floor and kept it burning night and day, and supplied her with water to drink and fresh leaves for her foot.

There was little more that he could do.

From the choicest and fattest bits of toasted tapir flesh he offered her she turned away with disgust.

A little cassava bread soaked in water she would take, but seemed not to like it.