Then he did tell him of the giant folk: 
How they, than he, were taller by the head;
How one must stride that will ascend the steps
That lead to their wide halls; and how they drave,
With manful shouts, the mammoth to the north;
And how the talking dragon lied and fawned,
They seated proudly on their ivory thrones,
And scorning him:  and of their peaked hoods,
And garments wrought upon, each with the tale
Of him that wore it,—­all his manful deeds
(Yea, and about their skirts were effigies
Of kings that they had slain; and some, whose swords
Many had pierced, wore vestures all of red,
To signify much blood):  and of their pride
He told, but of the vision in the tent
He told him not. 
                 And when they reached the house,
Niloiya met them, and to Japhet cried,
“All hail, right fortunate!  Lo, I have found
A maid.  And now thou hast done well to reap
The late ripe corn.”  So he went in with her,
And she did talk with him right motherly: 
“It hath been fully told me how ye loathed
To wed thy father’s slave; yea, she herself,
Did she not all declare to me?”
                                He said,
“Yet is thy damsel fair, and wise of heart.” 
“Yea,” quoth his mother; “she made clear to me
How ye did weep, my son, and ye did vow,
‘I will not take her!’ Now it was not I
That wrought to have it so.”  And he replied,
“I know it.”  Quoth the mother, “It is well;
For that same cause is laughter in my heart.” 
“But she is sweet of language,” Japhet said. 
“Ay,” quoth Niloiya, “and thy wife no less
Whom thou shalt wed anon,—­forsooth, anon,—­
It is a lucky hour.  Thou wilt?” He said,
“I will.”  And Japhet laid the slender sheaf
From off his shoulder, and he said, “Behold,
My father!” Then Niloiya turned herself,
And lo! the shipwright stood.  “All hail!” quoth she. 
And bowed herself, and kissed him on the mouth;
But while she spake with him, sorely he sighed;
And she did hang about his neck the robe
Of feasting, and she poured upon his hands
Clear water, and anointed him, and set
Before him bread. 
                  And Japhet said to him,
“My father, my beloved, wilt thou yet
Be sad because of scorning?  Eat this day;
For as an angel in their eyes thou art
Who stand before thee.”  But he answered, “Peace! 
Thy words are wide.” 
                        And when Niloiya heard,
She said, “Is this a time for mirth of heart
And wine?  Behold, I thought to wed my son,
Even this Japhet; but is this a time,
When sad is he to whom is my desire,
And lying under sorrow as from God?”