Early on the following clay the dwarf Nemu went past the restored hut of Uarda's father--in which he had formerly lived with his wife--with a man in a long coarse robe, the steward of some noble family.

They went towards old Hekt's cave-dwelling.
"I would beg thee to wait down here a moment, noble lord," said the dwarf, "while I announce thee to my mother." "That sounds very grand," said the other.

"However, so be it.

But stay! The old woman is not to call me by my name or by my title.

She is to call me 'steward'-- that no one may know.