. Stories of old Greece . from a flock of wild sheep. A third and more difficult task remained. Psychescourage almost failed when Aphrodite bade her go to theregions of Aides in the Under-world, and ask Proser-pine for a box of precious ointment. Proserpine, youknow, was the princess who ruled for six months downin Aides kingdom, because she ate the six pomegranateseeds, poor child! and during the other six months, shegladdened the earth and her mother, Demeter, with hersmiles. The way to Aides kingdom was difficult indeed. Itwas guarded by Cerberus, a three-headed monster; andthere was a dark
. Stories of old Greece . from a flock of wild sheep. A third and more difficult task remained. Psychescourage almost failed when Aphrodite bade her go to theregions of Aides in the Under-world, and ask Proser-pine for a box of precious ointment. Proserpine, youknow, was the princess who ruled for six months downin Aides kingdom, because she ate the six pomegranateseeds, poor child! and during the other six months, shegladdened the earth and her mother, Demeter, with hersmiles. The way to Aides kingdom was difficult indeed. Itwas guarded by Cerberus, a three-headed monster; andthere was a dark river, the Styx, across which Psychewas sure she could not pass. But when she arrived atthe cave where the dog Cerberus lived, she found thethree heads asleep, and gliding swiftly by, soon stoodon the rivers brink. Who are you? asked the dark ferryman, Charon. I am Psyche, and am sent with a message to Pros-erpine. I beg you, good Charon, do not delay, butferry me across. So Charon ferried Psyche across the Styx, and she. PSYCHE. STORIES OF OLD GREECE. soon found herself in Proserpines glittering made her welcome, and bade her partake of thefeast which was spread beneath the dark arches of asplendid hall. Psyche did not tarry. She begged theointment for the lady, Aphrodite, which Proserpinegave gladly, only saying, * Do not open the box,Psyche. Be sure that it be kept carefully Psyche promised, and hastened to return. Againshe passed the dark river and the sleeping Cerberus insafety, and would have returned to Aphrodite withthe ointment, if curiosity, her most fatal gift, had notagain conquered. She longed to see what the pre-cious ointment was like, and lifting the lid, peeped in. At once a drowsiness took possession of her. Shefell into a deep sleep from which she did not awakenuntil Eros found her. Shaking some drops of sweetwater over her face, he said, ••Foolish Psyche! You ^ have again been punished; but I will stay with younow. We will carry thi
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