They brought her cotton blankets which she arranged in the sarcophagus.

There were worse beds in the world than this; at least it shielded her from the bitter night wind.
She ate again at sundown and builded high the sacred fire and tried to plan some manner of escape; for she did not propose to be a demi-goddess any longer than was necessary.

From Pundita she had learned many words and a few phrases in Hindustani, and she ventured to speak them to the holy men, who seemed quite delighted.

They could understand her, but she on her part could make little or nothing of their jabbering.

Nevertheless, she pretended.
Finally the holy men departed, after having indicated the sacred fire and the wood beside it.