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
However, he had fixed upon an admirable place to dwell in. And by and
by there came other people, who chanced to have no home; and seeing
how pleasant a spot it was, they built themselves huts in the
neighborhood of Phoenix's habitation. Thus, before many years went by,
a city had grown up there, in the center of which was seen a stately
palace of marble, wherein dwelt Phoenix, clothed in a purple robe, and
wearing a golden crown upon his head. For the inhabitants of the new
city, finding that he had royal blood in his veins, had chosen him to
be their king. The very first decree of state which King Phoenix
issued was, that if a maiden happened to arrive in the kingdom,
mounted on a snow-white bull and calling herself Europa, his subjects
should treat her with the greatest kindness and respect, and
immediately bring her to the palace. You may see by this that
Phoenix's conscience never quite ceased to trouble him for giving up
the quest of his dear sister, and sitting himself down to be
comfortable, while his mother and her companions went onward.
But often and often, at the close of a weary day's journey, did
Telephassa, Cadmus, and Cilix remember the pleasant spot in which they
had left Phoenix. It was a sorrowful prospect for these wanderers,
that on the morrow they must again set forth; and that, after many
nightfalls, they would, perhaps, be no nearer the close of their
toilsome pilgrimage than now. These thoughts made them all melancholy
at times, but appeared to torment Cilix more than the rest of the
party. At length, one morning, when they were taking their staffs in
hand to set out, he thus addressed them:
"My dear mother, and you, good brother Cadmus, methinks we are like
people in a dream. There is no substance in the life which we are
leading. It is such a dreary length of time since the white bull
carried off my sister Europa, that I have quite forgotten how she
looked, and the tones of her voice, and, indeed, almost doubt whether
such a little girl ever lived in the world. And whether she once lived
or no, I am convinced that she no longer survives, and that therefore
it is the merest folly to waste our own lives and happiness in seeking
her. Were we to find her, she would now be a woman grown, and would
look upon us all as strangers. So, to tell you the truth, I have
resolved to take up my abode here; and I entreat you, mother, and
you, brother, to follow my example."
"Not I, for one," said Telephassa; although the poor queen, firmly as
she spoke, was so travel-worn that she could hardly put her foot to
the ground. "Not I, for one! In the depths of my heart little Europa
is still the rosy child who ran to gather flowers so many years ago.
She has not grown to womanhood, nor forgotten me. At noon, at night,
journeying onward, sitting down to rest, her childish voice is always
in my ears, calling, 'Mother! mother!' Stop here who may, there is no
repose for me."
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