Ere day broke she had reached home again, and extended her weary frame by the side of her sleeping children.
Say slept for the remainder of the night a long sleep of exhaustion.

The next morning her first task was to bury the last bunch of owl's feathers in the kitchen, close to the fireplace, where it was to protect her from the inroads of enemies.

She felt weak but rather comfortable.

Her only anxiety was now the return of her husband.
Zashue came home at last, good-humoured as ever, but with a lively appetite akin to hunger.

His wife received him in a subdued manner bordering on obsequiousness; she was more than ever bent on anticipating any desire on his part.