tanglewood tales-第37部分

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　gloomy　twilight　round　about　them　both；　let　the　sun　shine　ever　so　brightly；　and　that　therefore　she　might　enjoy　her　bad　spirits　quite　as　well　as　if　she　were　to　stay　in　the　cave。　So　she　finally　consented　to　go；　and　they　set　out　together；　both　carrying　torches；　although　it　was　broad　daylight　and　clear　sunshine。　The　torchlight　seemed　to　make　a　gloom；　so　that　the　people　whom　they　met；　along　the　road；　could　not　very　distinctly　see　their　figures；　and；　indeed；　if　they　once　caught　a　glimpse　of　Hecate；　with　the　wreath　of　snakes　round　her　forehead；　they　generally　thought　it　prudent　to　run　away；　without　waiting　for　a　second　glance。

As　the　pair　traveled　along　in　this　woe…begone　manner；　a　thought　struck　Ceres。

〃There　is　one　person；〃　she　exclaimed；　〃who　must　have　seen　my　poor　child；　and　can　doubtless　tell　what　has　become　of　her。　Why　did　not　I　think　of　him　before？　It　is　Phoebus。〃

〃What；〃　said　Hecate；　〃the　young　man　that　always　sits　in　the　sunshine？　O；　pray　do　not　think　of　going　near　him。　He　is　a　gay；　light；　frivolous　young　fellow；　and　will　only　smile　in　your　face。　And　besides；　there　is　such　a　glare　of　the　sun　about　him；　that　he　will　quite　blind　my　poor　eyes；　which　I　have　almost　wept　away　already。〃

〃You　have　promised　to　be　my　companion；〃　answered　Ceres。　〃Come；　let　us　make　haste；　or　the　sunshine　will　be　gone；　and　Phoebus　along　with　it。〃

Accordingly；　they　went　along　in　quest　of　Phoebus；　both　of　them　sighing　grievously；　and　Hecate；　to　say　the　truth；　making　a　great　deal　worse　lamentation　than　Ceres；　for　all　the　pleasure　she　had；　you　know；　lay　in　being　miserable；　and　therefore　she　made　the　most　of　it。　By　and　by；　after　a　pretty　long　journey；　they　arrived　at　the　sunniest　spot　in　the　whole　world。　There　they　beheld　a　beautiful　young　man；　with　long；　curling　ringlets；　which　seemed　to　be　made　of　golden　sunbeams；　his　garments　were　like　light　summer　clouds；　and　the　expression　of　his　face　was　so　exceedingly　vivid；　that　Hecate　held　her　hands　before　her　eyes；　muttering　that　he　ought　to　wear　a　black　veil。　Phoebus　（for　this　was　the　very　person　whom　they　were　seeking）　had　a　lyre　in　his　hands；　and　was　making　its　chords　tremble　with　sweet　music；　at　the　same　time　singing　a　most　exquisite　song；　which　he　had　recently　composed。　For；　beside　a　great　many　other　accomplishments；　this　young　man　was　renowned　for　his　admirable　poetry。

As　Ceres　and　her　dismal　companion　approached　him；　Phoebus　smiled　on　them　so　cheerfully　that　Hecate's　wreath　of　snakes　gave　a　spiteful　hiss；　and　Hecate　heartily　wished　herself　back　in　her　cave。　But　as　for　Ceres；　she　was　too　earnest　in　her　grief　either　to　know　or　care　whether　Phoebus　smiled　or　frowned。

〃Phoebus！〃　exclaimed　she；　〃I　am　in　great　trouble；　and　have　come　to　you　for　assistance。　Can　you　tell　me　what　has　become　of　my　dear　child　Proserpina？〃

〃Proserpina！　Proserpina；　did　you　call　her　name？〃　answered　Phoebus；　endeavoring　to　recollect；　for　there　was　such　a　continual　flow　of　pleasant　ideas　in　his　mind；　that　he　was　apt　to　forget　what　had　happened　no　longer　ago　than　yesterday。　〃Ah；　yes；　I　remember　her　now。　A　very　lovely　child；　indeed。　I　am　happy　to　tell　you；　my　dear　madam；　that　I　did　see　the　little　Proserpina　not　many　days　ago。　You　may　make　yourself　perfectly　easy　about　her。　She　is　safe；　and　in　excellent　hands。〃

〃O；　where　is　my　dear　child？〃　cried　Ceres；　clasping　her　hands；　and　flinging　herself　at　his　feet。

〃Why；〃　said　Phoebusand　as　he　spoke　he　kept　touching　his　lyre　so　as　to　make　a　thread　of　music　run　in　and　out　among　his　words〃as　the　little　damsel　was　gathering　flowers　（and　she　has　really　a　very　exquisite　taste　for　flowers）；　she　was　suddenly　snatched　up　by　King　Pluto；　and　carried　off　to　his　dominions。　I　have　never　been　in　that　part　of　the　universe；　but　the　royal　palace；　I　am　told；　is　built　in　a　very　noble　style　of　architecture；　and　of　the　most　splendid　and　costly　materials。　Gold；　diamonds；　pearls；　and　all　manner　of　precious　stones　will　be　your　daughter's　ordinary　playthings。　I　recommend　to　you；　my　dear　lady；　to　give　yourself　no　uneasiness。　Proserpina's　sense　of　beauty　will　be　duly　gratified；　and　even　in　spite　of　the　lack　of　sunshine；　she　will　lead　a　very　enviable　life。〃

〃Hush！　Say　not　such　a　word！〃　answered　Ceres；　indignantly。　〃What　is　there　to　gratify　her　heart？　What　are　all　the　splendors　you　speak　of　without　affection？　I　must　have　her　back　again。　Will　you　go　with　me　you　go　with　me；　Phoebus；　to　demand　my　daughter　of　this　wicked　Pluto？〃

〃Pray　excuse　me；〃　replied　Phoebus；　with　an　elegant　obeisance。　〃I　certainly　wish　you　success；　and　regret　that　my　own　affairs　are　so　immediately　pressing　that　I　cannot　have　the　pleasure　of　attending　you。　Besides；　I　am　not　upon　the　best　of　terms　with　King　Pluto。　To　tell　you　the　truth；　his　three…headed　mastiff　would　never　let　me　pass　the　gateway；　for　I　should　be　compelled　to　take　a　sheaf　of　sunbeams　along　with　me；　and　those；　you　know；　are　forbidden　things　in　Pluto's　kingdom。〃

〃Ah；　Phoebus；〃　said　Ceres；　with　bitter　meaning　in　her　words；　〃you　have　a　harp　instead　of　a　heart。　Farewell。〃

〃Will　not　you　stay　a　moment；〃　asked　Phoebus；　〃　nd　hear　me　turn　the　pretty　and　touching　story　of　Proserpina　into　extemporary　verses？〃

But　Ceres　shook　her　head；　and　hastened　away；　along　with　Hecate。　Phoebus　（who；　as　I　have　told　you；　was　an　exquisite　poet）　forthwith　began　to　make　an　ode　about　the　poor　mother's　grief；　and；　if　we　were　to　judge　of　his　sensibility　by　this　beautiful　production；　he　must　have　been　endowed　with　a　very　tender　heart。　But　when　a　poet　gets　into　the　habit　of　using　his　heartstrings　to　make　chords　for　his　lyre；　he　may　thrum　upon　them　as　much　as　he　will；　without　any　great　pain　to　himself。　Accordingly；　though　Phoebus　sang　a　very　sad　song；　he　was　as　merry　all　the　while　as　were　the　sunbeams　amid　which　he　dwelt。

Poor　Mother　Ceres　had　now　found　out　what　had　become　of　her　daughter；　but　was　not　a　whit　happier　than　before。　Her　case；　on　the　contrary；　looked　more　desperate　than　ever。　As　long　as　Proserpina　was　above　ground；　there　might　have　been　hopes　of　regaining　her。　But　now　that　the　poor　child　was　shut　up　within　the　iron　gates　of　the　king　of　the　mines；　at　the　threshold　of　which　lay　the　three…headed　Cerberus；　there　seemed　no　possibility　of　her　ever　making　her　escape。　The　dismal　Hecate；　who　loved　to　take　the　darkest　view　of　things；　told　Ceres　that　she　had　better　come　with　her　to　the　cavern；　and　spend　the　rest　of　her　life　in　being　miserable。　Ceres　answered；　that　Hecate　was　welcome　to　go　back　thither　herself；　but　that；　for　her　part；　she　would　wander　about　the　earth　in　quest　of　the　entrance　to　King　Pluto's　dominions。　And　Hecate　took　her　at　her　word；　and　hurried　back　to　her　beloved　cave；　frightening　a　great　many　little　children　with　a　glimpse　of　her　dog's　face　as　she　went。

Poor　Mother　Ceres！　It　is　melancholy　to　think　of　her；　pursuing　her　toilsome　way；　all　alone；　and　holding　up　that　never…dying　torch；　the　flame　of　which　seemed　an　emblem　of　the　grief　and　hope　that　burned　together　in　her　heart。

So　much　did　she　suffer；　that；　though　her　aspect　had　been　quite　youthful　when　her　troubles　began；　she　grew　to　look　like　an　elderly　person　in　a　very　brief　time。　She　cared　not　how　she　was　dressed；　nor　had　she　ever　thought　of　flinging　away　the　wreath　of　withered　poppies；　which　she　put　on　the　very　morning