![]() And the wool slips from the spindles, into the water, and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon, and there is the moon again, rising from the sea, just a thin curved thread, reappearing in the sky. Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again into a white ball in the sky, can the moonspinners start their work once more, to make the night safe for hunted things. Then, on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea, to wash their wool. ![]() Then, at length, the moon is gone, and the world has darkness, and rest, and the creatures of the hillsides are safe from the hunter and the tides are still. Night after night, you can see the moon getting less and less, the ball of light waning, while it grows on the spindles of the maidens. They’re not Fates, or anything terrible they don’t affect the lives of men all they have to do is to see that the world gets its hours of darkness, and they do this by spinning the moon down out of the sky. In fact, it is the moonlight, the moon itself, which is why they don’t carry a distaff. They each have a spindle, and onto these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight. ![]() They each have a spindle, and onto these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight. Sometimes, when you’re deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. ![]() "Sometimes, when you’re deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. ![]() Our "Moonspinner" name is inspired by the story of the Moon-Spinners as told in Mary Stewart's classic mystery suspense novel The Moon-Spinners. "The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory" Mary Stewart ![]()
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