"Will _you_ sell us some eggs and milk ?" I asked, as my unwilling guest rose to go.

It was eating humble-pie with a vengeance, but hunger, like many other things, has no laws.

"I am not a stall-keeper," was the answer.

A request to be permitted to ascend the hill and visit the fort was met by an emphatic refusal.

I then, as a last resource, inquired, through Kamoo, if my hospitable host had any objection to my walking through the village.