Even the mother smiled as she worked busily at the loom, where she was weaving coarse cloth from threads of flax which the Lake-Dwellers had raised on the shore of the lake.
At sunset Lodrix said, “good-by” and started for home.
On his way the beautiful clear moon seemed to speak to him.
Lodrix stopped a moment and prayed to it; prayed that his people might be safe from their enemies on the land.
As he walked along, he spoke to many people who were anxiously watching the opposite shore.
They were straining their eyes for the first glimpse of the people on the land, because they feared that at nightfall these enemies might come again.
Lodrix wished to join in the watch, but he was only a little boy and the chief said that he must stay at home with his mother.
