‘What shall I do?’ she asked Dum Dum. ‘Now I have
lost my knife, Daddy will never show me how to be
a blacksmith.’ Dum Dum blew on her long hair and
Noni cried even harder.
It wasn’t until the sun began to set that they headed
home. Noni knew that her Daddy would be very
cross.
Noni and Dum Dum trudged up the side of the steep
hill fort, across the top and down the other side.
She could just make out their village. Its small fires
glowed a welcome in the dark.
