But luckily Manawyddan got word of it , and he and Kieva 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 this , ' 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 . The hours slid by , and all was still , so still that Manawyddan well-nigh dropped asleep . But at midnight there arose the loudest tumult in the world , and peeping out he beheld a mighty host of mice , which could neither be numbered nor measured . Each mouse climbed up a straw till it bent down with its weight , and then it bit off one of the ears , and carried it away , and there was not one of the straws that had not got a mouse to it . Full of wrath he rushed at the mice , but he could no more come up with them than if they had been gnats , or birds of the air , save one only which lingered behind the rest , and this mouse Manawyddan came up with . Stooping down he seized it by the tail , and put it in his glove , and tied a piece of string across the opening of the glove , so that the mouse could not escape . When he entered the hall where Kieva was sitting , he lighted a fire , and hung the glove up on a peg . ` What hast thou there ? ' asked she . ' A thief , ' he answered , ` that I caught robbing me . ' ` What kind of a thief may it be which thou couldst put in thy glove ? ' said Kieva .
` That I will tell thee , ' he replied , and then he showed her how his fields XXXXX corn had been wasted , and how he had watched for the mice .
So at by of on than that to until up