She turned her face and looked up at the moon.

I would begin moving my men north at the next full moon.

She stood looking up at the moon and seemed not to see him.

I looked up at the moon again for a good, long time.

He looked up at the moon and saw again his mother's face, cold in death.

Says she just went out to look at the moon.

But maybe it's time we also looked up at the moon.

"Perhaps you could come back at the next moon and see if I'm well enough to go."

But that's why you always wanted me to look at the moon, right?

Whether she was looking at me or the moon - who knows?