Silently they walked toward the bridge and with bowed heads they crossed it.
When they reached the round hut of their chief, they stood quite still, fearing to go in.
The chief, who had been watching for his son, came out of the low door.
“What is the matter?” he said. “Where is Lodrix?”
The men stood silent. They could not answer.
“My son! Where is my son?”
Then one of the men said, “He is lost in the forest, my chief. We looked for him all day, but could not find him.”
The chief raised his hands to the moon, praying that his son might be found.
Then he asked the men for the whole story.