Nombe my child, lead away this White One and her woman to the hut that has been made ready for her, for she is weary and would rest.

See, too, that she lacks for nothing which we can give her who is our guest.

Let the white lord, Mauriti, accompany her to the hut and be shown that next to it in which he and Macumazahn will sleep, so that he may be sure that she is safe, and attend to the horses if he wills.
There is a place to tether them behind the huts, and the men who travelled with you will help him.

Afterwards, when I have spoken with him, Macumazahn can join them that they may eat before they sleep." These directions I translated to Anscombe, who went gladly enough with Heda, for I think they were both afraid of the terrible old dwarf and did not desire his company in the gathering gloom.
"The sun sinks once more, Macumazahn," he said when they were gone, "and the air grows chill.

Come with me now into my hut where the fire burns, for I am aged and the cold strikes through me.