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 She looked along his wing.

“I see nothing. . . .! It is night. . . . It is dark. . . . Chimera!!!”

“What, little Psyche?”

“Where is the land of silver light, the land of the people of light? Where is it gone?”

“Do you not see it?”

“No. . . .”

“Then it is gone. . . .”

“Whither?”

“Behind us, under us. . . .”

“Why did you not descend sooner?”

“My flight was too quick, and I could not, Psyche. . . .”

“You are deceiving me! You could have done so. You would not. . . . Now. . . . now it is night, pitch dark, starless night. . . . There is an icy coldness in the air. . . . O Chimera, take me back. . . .!!”

He turned with a swing of his powerful wings. And as he turned, the lightning broke forth and darted zigzag through the air, like smooth -bright electric swords; the black clouds parted asunder with a violent peal of thunder like the clapping of cymbals, a storm of wind arose, the rain fell down in torrents. . .!

“O Chimera, take me back!”