Half a Hundred Hero Tales of Ulysses and The Men of Old — John Shaqi
Half a Hundred Hero Tales of Ulysses and The Men of Old
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Half a Hundred Hero Tales of Ulysses and The Men of Old
Mythology, Classical -- Juvenile literature
But, together with her enjoyment of the sport, there was still a
little remnant of fear in the child's heart; so that her last look at
the three boys was a troubled one, and made them feel as if their dear
sister were really leaving them forever. And what do you think the
snowy bull did next? Why, he set off, as swift as the wind, straight
down to the sea-shore, scampered across the sand, took an airy leap,
and plunged right in among the foaming billows. The white spray rose
in a shower over him and little Europa, and fell spattering down upon
the water.
Then what a scream of terror did the poor child send forth! The three
brothers screamed manfully, likewise, and ran to the shore as fast as
their legs would carry them, with Cadmus at their head. But it was too
late. When they reached the margin of the sand, the treacherous animal
was already away in the wide blue sea, with only his snowy head and
tail emerging, and poor little Europa between them, stretching out one
hand towards her dear brothers, while she grasped the bull's ivory
horn with the other. And there stood Cadmus, Phoenix, and Cilix,
gazing at this sad spectacle through their tears, until they could no
longer distinguish the bull's snowy head from the white-capped billows
that seemed to boil up out of the sea's depth around him. Nothing more
was ever seen of the white bull--nothing more of the beautiful child.
This was a mournful story, as you may well think, for the three boys
to carry home to their parents. King Agenor, their father, was the
ruler of the whole country; but he loved his little daughter Europa
better than his kingdom, or than all his other children, or than
anything else in the world. Therefore, when Cadmus and his two
brothers came crying home, and told him how that a white bull had
carried off their sister, and swam with her over the sea, the king was
quite beside himself with grief and rage. Although it was now
twilight, and fast growing dark, he bade them set out instantly in
search of her.
"Never shall you see my face again," he cried, "unless you bring me
back my little Europa to gladden me with her smiles and her pretty
ways. Begone, and enter my presence no more, till you come leading her
by the hand."
As King Agenor said this his eyes flashed fire (for he was a very
passionate king), and he looked so terribly angry that the poor boys
did not even venture to ask for their suppers, but slunk away out of
the palace, and only paused on the steps a moment to consult whither
they should go first. While they were standing there, all in dismay,
their mother, Queen Telephassa (who happened not to be by when they
told the story to the king), came hurrying after them, and said that
she too would go in quest of her daughter.
"Oh, no, mother!" cried the boys. "The night is dark, and there is no
knowing what troubles and perils we may meet with."
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