it nor any of the birds, and there were only the eyes of the gods in
the darkness peering for the golden ball. Then said the gods: "Thou
hast lost thy golden ball," and They made her a moon of silver to roll
about the sky. And the child cried and threw it upon the stairway and
chipped and broke its edges and asked for the golden ball. And Limpang
Tung, the Lord of Music, who was least of all the gods, because the
child cried still for her golden ball, stole out of Pegana and crept
across the sky, and found the birds of all the world sitting in trees
and ivy, and whispering in the dark. He asked them one by one for news
of the golden ball. Some had last seen it on a neighbouring hill and
others in trees, though none knew where it was. A heron had seen it
lying in a pond, but a wild duck in some reeds had seen it last as she
came home across the hills, and then it was rolling very far away.

At last the cock cried out that he had seen it lying beneath the world.
There Limpang Tung sought it and the cock called to him through the
darkness as he went, until at last he found the golden ball. Then
Limpang Tung went up into Pegana and gave it to the Dawnchild, who
played with the moon no more. And the cock and all his tribe cried out:
"We found it. We found the golden ball."

Again Inzana tossed the ball afar, laughing with joy to see it, her
hands stretched upwards, her golden hair afloat, and carefully she
watched it as it fell. But alas! it fell with a splash into the great
sea and gleamed and shimmered as it fell till the waters became dark
above it and could be seen no more. And men on the world said: "How the
dew has fallen, and how the mists set in with breezes from the
streams."

But the dew was the tears of the Dawnchild, and the mists were her