Then the minstrel went out of the hut, wailing and crying. The women asked him ‘How’s this? You come out and you’re crying! We thought, when you went into the hut, you were going to bring our master back to life and we rejoiced.’ And the minstrel replied ‘Well - what could I do ? I gave him food. Then I gave him some more, and he refused to eat it. Indeed if you go into the hut now, you’ll see traces of gumba on his mouth. And I ate too, when I saw that he wasn’t eating. That’s why I’ve come on out. I fear you’ll just have to be patient and resign yourselves, God have mercy on him!’