(Journeys forth to the city of Our Grandmother.)
(Enters the royal palace in the sacred city.)
Dehn-dek (to Our Grandmother):
Give again into my arms the daughter gone to the Land of the Little People!
She stood here in this hour, but is gone on the lonely way to that land.
Your children mourn for her; they cut themselves for grief!
Let her return with me to our own land.
Our Grandmother:
Mah-oh-rah stood indeed before me!
She was pale and faint from the journey!