d across the sea. Dost thou know him, and canst thou
tell me where I may find him?" And the stranger answered, "I know him,
lady; he is again in his own home, far away, whither thou canst not
go; yet think not of him, for he has forgotten his love." Then the
stranger spoke to her in gentle and soothing words, until her grief
became less bitter. Long time he abode in the land, and it pleased
Prokris to hear his voice while his eye rested kindly on her, until
she almost fancied that she was with Kephalos once more. And she
thought to herself, "What must that land be, from which there can come
two who are beautiful as the bright heroes?"

So at last, when with soft and gentle words he had soothed her sorrow,
the stranger spoke to her of his love, and Prokris felt that she, too,
could love him, for had not Kephalos despised her love and forsaken
her long ago? So he said, "Canst thou love me, Prokris, instead of
Kephalos?" and when she gently answered "Yes," then a change came over
the face of the stranger, and she saw that it was Kephalos himself who
clasped her in his arms. With a wild cry she broke from him, and as
bitter tears ran down her cheek, she said, "O Kephalos, Kephalos, why
hast thou done thus? all my love was thine, and _thou_ hast drawn me
into evil deeds." Then, without tarrying for his answer, with all her
strength she fled away, and she hastened to the sea shore and bade
them make ready a ship to take her from her father's land. Sorrowfully
they did as she besought them, and they took her to the Island of
Crete, far away in the eastern sea.

When Prokris was gone, the maiden Eos came and stood before Kephalos,
and she said to him, "My words are true, and now must thou keep the
vow by which thou didst swear to love me, if Prokris should yield
herself to a stranger." So Kephalos dwelt with Eos, but for all her
fond words he could not love her as still he loved Prokris.

Meanwhile Prokris wandered, in deep and bitter sorrow, among the hills
and valleys of Crete. She cared not to look on the fair morning as it
broke on the pale path of night; she cared not to watch the bright sun
as he rose from the dark sea, or when he sank to rest behind the
western waters. For the earth had lost all its gladness, and she felt
that she could die. But one day as she sat on a hill-side and looked
on the broad plains which lay stretched beneath, suddenly a woman
stood before her, brighter and more glorious than the daughters o