She found her guide in a tower she passed. Obediently as always Psyche went forth to look for the road to Hades. She was to tell her that Venus really needed it, she was so worn-out from nursing her sick son. She gave Psyche a box which she was to carry to the underworld and ask Proserpine to fill with some of her beauty. The only effect of all that had happened was to make her try again.
One cannot but accuse her of some stupidity. This time her savior was an eagle, who poised on his great wings beside her, seized the flask from her with his beak and brought it back to her full of the black water. Only a winged creature could reach it, so steep and slimy were the rocks on all sides, and so fearful the onrush of the descending waters.ěut by this time it must be evident to all the readers of this story (as, perhaps, deep in her heart it had become evident to Psyche herself) that although each of her trials seemed impossibly hard, an excellent way out would always be provided for her.
You are to fill this flask from it.” That was the worst task yet, as Psyche saw when she approached the waterfall. However, I will give you an opportunity to prove that you really have the stout heart and the singular prudence you make such a show of.ĝo you see that black water which falls from the hill yonder? It is the source of the terrible river which is called hateful, the river Styx.
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