The poor man thanked Hiysi, and wrapping the magic millstone in his tattered cloak, began walking back towards his home.
He walked and he walked and he walked, and at last reached his home. His wife was weeping, having given him up for dead. 'Where have you been?' she cried. 'I thought I'd never see you again!'
The poor man told his wife the tale of his adventures. Then, setting the magic millstone on to the table, he said, 'Grind, my millstone! Give us a feast fit for a king.'
The millstone began to grind, and there on the table poured the most wonderful dishes ever. The poor man and his wife ate and ate till they could eat no more.
'Enough and have done!' commanded the poor man, and the millstone stopped grinding.
The next day the poor man and his wife celebrated the holiday happily. There was enough to eat, and new clothes to wear. From then on they never lacked for anything. The millstone gave them a fine new house, green fields full of crops, horses and cattle, and enough food to eat and clothes to wear. Soon they had so much that they did not really need to use the millstone any more.