Here, as far as I can remember, Mitu Dola brought the story to a close. I asked:
“How did it end?”
“Didn’t you hear the song? My father took the head and put it in his pouch. As he said, ‘and the head and two hundred ducats.’”
Gardana
By M. Beza
Mitu Tega returned to the house much annoyed. As he entered his wife asked him:
“Well, has he not turned up yet?”
“No, not to-day either.”
“This is what happens when you rely on an unknown man, a stranger. Suppose he never comes. God forbid that he should go off with the whole herd!”