The woman saying, “Be off! Be off! Millet trader, Roḍiyā! Hast come again, thou!” drove him away. Then it became light.
Afterwards, the man who went to the watch hut came, and handed over the millet to the millet trader. On his giving it, the millet trader, tying it up in two bundles and placing them on his head, set off to go into the house.
That man saw it, and asked, “Where are you going there?”
The millet trader replied, “I don’t know. During the whole of last night they were going and coming along this very way, so I thought, ‘Maybe this is a high road.’ ”
The man said, “Put down the packages of millet there,” and having gone to the millet store-room, and handed over a greater quantity from the millet in it, beat that woman.
From there the millet trader went to another village, and sitting down at a house unfastened that package of pounded cakes, and was eating them. A woman who was looking on said, “Aḍē! What are you eating?”
The trader said, “They are pounded cakes of our country.”
The woman saying, “The colour of them is good indeed; give me some to look at,” begged and got some.
After eating them she said, “Aḍē! These millet cakes have a sweet taste; they are indeed good.”
The trader replied, “In our quarter the millet is of that very sort; let us go there together if you like.”