326 THE ESCAPE OF THE MOUSE
When Kicva, the wife of Pryderi, found that neither her husband nor his mother returned to her, she was in such sorrow that she cared not whether she lived or died. Manawyddan was grieved also in his heart, and said to her :
' It is not fitting that we should stay here, for we have lost our dogs and cannot get food. Let us go into England—it is easier for us to live there.' So they set forth.
' What craft wilt thou follow ? ' asked Kicva as they went along.
' I shall make shoes as once I did,' replied he ; and he got all the finest leather in the town and caused gilded clasps to be made for the shoes, till everyone nocked to buy, and all the shoemakers in the town wTere idle and banded together in anger to kill him. But luckily Manawyddan got word of it, and he and Kicva left the town one night and proceeded to Narberth, taking with him a sheaf of wheat, which he sowed in three plots of ground. And while the wheat was growing up, he hunted and fished, and they had food enough and to spare. Thus the months passed until the harvest; and one evening Manawyddan visited the furthest of his fields of wheat; and Saw that it was ripe.
' To-morrow I will reap tins,' said he ; but on the morrow when he went to reap the wheat he found nothing but the bare straw.
Filled with dismay he hastened to the second field, and there the corn was ripe and golden.
' To-morrow I will reap this,' he said, but on the morrow the ears had gone, and there was nothing but the bare straw.
' Well, there is still one field left,' he said, and when he looked at it, it was still fairer than the other two. ' To-night I will watch here,' thought he, ' for whosoever carried off the other corn will in like manner take this, and I will know who it is.' So he hid himself and waited.