hold of the bowl, and she went towards him. "What dost thou here?" she
said, and she took hold of the bowl for herself; and then her hands became
fast to it, and her feet to the slab, and she could not speak a word. Then
came thunder and a fall of mist; thereupon the Castle of the Active Door
vanished and never was seen again. Rhiannon and Pryderi also vanished.

When Kigva, the wife of Pryderi, saw this, she sorrowed so that she cared
not if she lived or died. No one was left on the island but Manawydan and
herself. They wandered away to other lands and sought to earn their
living; then they came back to their island, bringing with them one bag of
wheat which they planted. It throve and grew, and when the time of harvest
came it was most promising, so that Manawydan resolved to reap it on the
morrow. At break of day he came back to begin; but found nothing left but
straw. Every stalk had been cut close to the ground and carried away.

Going to another field, he found it ripe, but on coming in the morning he
found but the straw. "Some one has contrived my ruin," he said; "I will
watch the third field to see what happens. He who stole the first will
come to steal this."

He remained through the evening to watch the grain, and at midnight he
heard loud thunder. He looked and saw coming a host of mice such as no man
could number; each mouse took a stalk of the wheat and climbed it, so that
it bent to the ground; then each mouse cut off the ear and ran away with
it. They all did this, leaving the stalk bare, and there was not a single
straw for which there was not a mouse. He struck among them, but could no
more fix his sight on any of them, the legend says, than on flies and
birds in the air, except one which seemed heavier than the rest, and moved
slowly. This one he pursued and caught, put it in his glove and tied it
with a string. Taking it home, he showed it to Kigva, and told her that he