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g Pluto patted them all。 He seemed as fond of his three…headed dog as if it had been a sweet little spaniel； with silken ears and curly hair。 Cerberus； on the other hand； was evidently rejoiced to see his master； and expressed his attachment； as other dogs do； by wagging his tail at a great rate。 Proserpina's eyes being drawn to it by its brisk motion； she saw that this tail was neither more nor less than a live dragon； with fiery eyes； and fangs that had a very poisonous aspect。 And while the three…headed Cerberus was fawning so lovingly on King Pluto； there was the dragon tail wagging against its will； and looking as cross and ill…natured as you can imagine； on its own separate account。
〃Will the dog bite me？〃 asked Proserpina； shrinking closer to Pluto。 〃What an ugly creature he is！〃
〃O； never fear；〃 answered her companion。 〃He never harms people； unless they try to enter my dominions without being sent for； or to get away when I wish to keep them here。 Down； Cerberus！ Now； my pretty Proserpina； we will drive on。〃
On went the chariot； and King Pluto seemed greatly pleased to find himself once more in his own kingdom。 He drew Proserpina's attention to the rich veins of gold that were to be seen among the rocks； and pointed to several places where one stroke of a pickaxe would loosen a bushel of diamonds。 All along the road； indeed； there were sparkling gems； which would have been of inestimable value above ground； but which here were reckoned of the meaner sort and hardly worth a beggar's stooping for。
Not far from the gateway； they came to a bridge； which seemed to be built of iron。 Pluto stopped the chariot； and bade Proserpina look at the stream which was gliding so lazily beneath it。 Never in her life had she beheld so torpid； so black； so muddy…looking a stream； its waters reflected no images of anything that was on the banks； and it moved as sluggishly as if it had quite forgotten which way it ought to flow； and had rather stagnate than flow either one way or the other。
〃This is the River Lethe；〃 observed King Pluto。 〃Is it not a very pleasant stream？〃
〃I think it a very dismal one；〃 answered Proserpina。
〃It suits my taste； however；〃 answered Pluto； who was apt to be sullen when anybody disagreed with him。 〃At all events； its water has one excellent quality； for a single draught of it makes people forget every care and sorrow that has hitherto tormented them。 Only sip a little of it； my dear Proserpina； and you will instantly cease to grieve for your mother； and will have nothing in your memory that can prevent your being perfectly happy in my palace。 I will send for some； in a golden goblet； the moment we arrive。〃
〃O； no； no； no！〃 cried Proserpina； weeping afresh。 〃I had a thousand times rather be miserable with remembering my mother； than be happy in forgetting her。 That dear； dear mother！ I never； never will forget her。〃
〃We shall see；〃 said King Pluto。 〃You do not know what fine times we will have in my palace。 Here we are just at the portal。 These pillars are solid gold； I assure you。〃
He alighted from the chariot； and taking Proserpina in his arms； carried her up a lofty flight of steps into the great hall of the palace。 It was splendidly illuminated by means of large precious stones； of various hues； which seemed to burn like so many lamps； and glowed with a hundred…fold radiance all through the vast apartment。 And yet there was a kind of gloom in the midst of this enchanted light； nor was there a single object in the hall that was really agreeable to behold； except the little Proserpina herself； a lovely child； with one earthly flower which she had not let fall from her hand。 It is my opinion that even King Pluto had never been happy in his palace； and that this was the true reason why he had stolen away Proserpina； in order that he might have something to love； instead of cheating his heart any longer with this tiresome magnificence。 And； though he pretended to dislike the sunshine of the upper world； yet the effect of the child's presence； bedimmed as she was by her tears； was as if a faint and watery sunbeam had somehow or other found its way into the enchanted hall。
Pluto now summoned his domestics； and bade them lose no time in preparing a most sumptuous banquet； and above all things； not to fail of setting a golden beaker of the water of Lethe by Proserpina's plate。
〃I will neither drink that nor anything else；〃 said Proserpina。 〃Nor will I taste a morsel of food； even if you keep me forever in your palace。〃
〃I should be sorry for that；〃 replied King Pluto； patting her cheek； for he really wished to be kind； if he had only known how。 〃You are a spoiled child； I perceive； my little Proserpina； but when you see the nice things which my cook will make for you； your appetite will quickly come again。〃
Then； sending for the head cook； he gave strict orders that all sorts of delicacies； such as young people are usually fond of； should be set before Proserpina。 He had a secret motive in this； for； you are to understand； it is a fixed law； that when persons are carried off to the land of magic； if they once taste any food there； they can never get back to their friends。 Now； if King Pluto had been cunning enough to offer Proserpina some fruit； or bread and milk （which was the simple fare to which the child had always been accustomed）； it is very probable that she would soon have been tempted to eat it。 But he left the matter entirely to his cook； who； like all other cooks； considered nothing fit to eat unless it were rich pastry； or highly…seasoned meat； or spiced sweet cakesthings which Proserpina's mother had never given her； and the smell of which quite took away her appetite； instead of sharpening it。
But my story must now clamber out of King Pluto's dominions； and see what Mother Ceres had been about； since she was bereft of her daughter。 We had a glimpse of her； as you remember； half hidden among the waving grain； while the four black steeds were swiftly whirling along the chariot； in which her beloved Proserpina was so unwillingly borne away。 You recollect； too； the loud scream which Proserpina gave； just when the chariot was out of sight。
Of all the child's outcries； this last shriek was the only one that reached the ears of Mother Ceres。 She had mistaken the rumbling of the chariot wheels for a peal of thunder； and imagined that a shower was coming up； and that it would assist her in making the corn grow。 But； at the sound of Proserpina's shriek； she started； and looked about in every direction； not knowing whence it came； but feeling almost certain that it was her daughter's voice。 It seemed so unaccountable； however； that the girl should have strayed over so many lands and seas （which she herself could not have traversed without the aid of her winged dragons）； that the good Ceres tried to believe that it must be the child of some other parent； and not her own darling Proserpina； who had uttered this lamentable cry。 Nevertheless； it troubled her with a vast many tender fears； such as are ready to bestir themselves in every mother's heart； when she finds it necessary to go away from her dear children without leaving them under the care of some maiden aunt； or other such faithful guardian。 So she quickly left the field in which she had been so busy； and； as her work was not half done； the grain looked； next day； as if it needed both sun and rain； and as if it were blighted in the ear； and had something the matter with its roots。
The pair of dragons must have had very nimble wings； for； in less than an hour； Mother Ceres had alighted at the door of her home； and found it empty。 Knowing； however； that the child was fond of sporting on the sea…shore； she hastened thither as fast as she could； and there beheld the wet faces of the poor sea nymphs peeping over a wave。 All this while； the good creatures had been waiting on the bank of sponge； and once； every half minute or so； had popped up their four heads above water； to see if their playmate were yet coming back。 When they saw Mother Ceres； they sat down on the crest of the surf wave； and let it toss them ashore at her feet。
〃Where is Proserpina？〃 cried Ceres。 〃Where is my child？ Tell me； you naughty sea nymphs； have you enticed her under the sea？〃
〃O； no； good Mother Ceres；〃 said the innocent sea nymphs； tossing back their green ringlets； and looking her in the face。 〃We never should dream of such a thing。 Proserpina has been at play with us； it is true； but she left us a long while ago； meaning only to run a little way upon the dry land； and gather some flowers for a wreath。 This was early in the day； and we have seen nothing of her since。〃
Ceres scarcely waited to hear what the nymphs had to say； before she hurried off to make inquiries all through the neighborhood。 But nobody told her anything that would enable the poor mother to guess what had become of Proserpina。 A fisherman； it is true； had noticed her little footprints in the sand； as he went homeward along the beach with a basket of fish； a rustic had seen the child stooping to gather flowers； several persons had heard either the rattling of chariot wheels； or the rumbling of distant thunder； and one old woman； while plucking vervain and catnip； had