Whining in such a fashion that it makes your heart weep to hear it, Jayanti continues to curse the rough life bitterly until she is cured by the good priest. After that she is all smiles and graciousness and upon seeing Matias pull together the miraculously comfortable pallets from the wilderness she rains a dozen thanks and blessings on his head.

"Matias you are a greater magician than I! I shall sleep soundly on this bed snatched from the fairy kings! Watch? What? Oh yes, that sounds fine. Wake me when it's my shift."