As the pair traveled along in this woe-begone manner, a thought struck Ceres.
You have promised to be my companion," answered Ceres.
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.
cried Ceres, clasping her hands, and flinging herself at his feet.
Ah, Phoebus," said Ceres, with bitter meaning in her words, "you have a harp instead of a heart.
But Ceres shook her head, and hastened away, along with Hecate.
Poor Mother Ceres had now found out what had become of her daughter, but was not a whit happier than before.
There was nothing, now, in which Ceres seemed to feel an interest, unless when she saw children at play, or gathering flowers along the wayside.
So Queen Metanira ran to the door, with the poor wailing baby in her arms, and besought Ceres to take charge of it, or, at least, to tell her what would do it good.
So Mother Ceres set her torch in a corner (where it kept burning all the while), and took up her abode in the palace of King Cereus, as nurse to the little Prince Demophoon.
I was a mother once," Ceres always replied; "and having nursed my own child, I know what other children need.
One night, therefore, she hid herself in the chamber where Ceres and the little prince were accustomed to sleep.
She now turned to Mother Ceres, and asked her to explain the mystery.
Foolish woman," answered Ceres, "did you not promise to intrust this poor infant entirely to me?
While she dwelt in the king's palace, Mother Ceres had been so continually occupied with taking care of the young prince, that her heart was a little lightened of its grief for Proserpina.