The chief’s wife rushed toward him crying: “Lodrix, my son! Where is he? Did you find him?”
“He is safe, but in the hands of our enemy,” said the chief. “He will be returned to us at sunrise, but we must give to these people all the bronze in our village.” Turning to his people, he said: “Let us collect our treasure at once, that it may be ready in time.
“Some day my son shall repay you for this great sacrifice.
“Go, now, to your homes and bring the precious metal to me.”
The men started off to obey the command of their chief.
Slowly they walked to their huts and quietly collected what bronze they had.
It was only a short time before they were again together at the chief’s hut.
They entered and placed their bronze in a pile on the floor.
The chief had collected his bronze too, and motioned to one of the men to put it with the rest.