it is really wonderful to think of), when he saw that Europa
was no longer afraid of him, he grew overjoyed, and could
hardly
contain himself for delight. He frisked about the
meadow, now here, now there, making
sprightly leaps, with as
little effort as a bird expends in hopping from twig to twig.
Indeed, his
motion was as light as if he were flying through
the air, and his hoofs seemed hardly to leave their print in
the
grassy soil over which he trod. With his spotless hue, he
resembled a snow drift, wafted along by the wind. Once he
galloped so far away that Europa feared lest she might never
see him again; so,
setting up her
childish voice, called him
back.
"Come back, pretty creature!" she cried. "Here is a nice clover
blossom."
And then it was
delightful to
witness the
gratitude of this
amiable bull, and how he was so full of joy and thankfulness
that he capered higher than ever. He came
running, and bowed
his head before Europa, as if he knew her to be a king's
daughter, or else recognized the important truth that a little
girl is everybody's queen. And not only did the bull bend his
neck, he
absolutely knelt down at her feet, and made such
intelligent nods, and other
inviting gestures, that Europa
understood what he meant just as well as if he had put it in so
many words.
"Come, dear child," was what he wanted to say, "let me give you
a ride on my back."
At the first thought of such a thing, Europa drew back. But
then she considered in her wise little head that there could be
no possible harm in
taking just one
gallop on the back of this
docile and friendly animal, who would certainly set her down
the very
instant she desired it. And how it would surprise her
brothers to see her riding across the green
meadow! And what
merry times they might have, either
taking turns for a
gallop,
or clambering on the gentle creature, all four children
together, and careering round the field with shouts of
laughterthat would be heard as far off as King Agenor's palace!
"I think I will do it," said the child to herself.
And, indeed, why not? She cast a glance around, and caught a
glimpse of Cadmus, Phoenix, and Cilix, who were still in
pursuit of the
butterfly, almost at the other end of the
meadow. It would be the quickest way of rejoining them, to get
upon the white bull's back. She came a step nearer to him
therefore; and--sociable creature that he was--he showed so
much joy at this mark of her confidence, that the child could
not find in her heart to
hesitate any longer. Making one bound
(for this little
princess was as active as a squirrel), there
sat Europa on the beautiful bull,
holding an ivory horn in each
hand, lest she should fall off.
"Softly, pretty bull, softly!" she said, rather frightened at
what she had done. "Do not
gallop too fast."
Having got the child on his back, the animal gave a leap into
the air, and came down so like a
feather that Europa did not
know when his hoofs touched the ground. He then began a race to
that part of the
flowery plain where her three brothers were,
and where they had just caught their splendid
butterfly. Europa
screamed with delight; and Phoenix, Cilix, and Cadmus stood
gaping at the
spectacle of their sister mounted on a white
bull, not
knowing whether to be frightened or to wish the same
good luck for themselves. The gentle and
innocent creature (for
who could possibly doubt that he was so?) pranced round among
the children as sportively as a
kitten. Europa all the while
looked down upon her brothers, nodding and laughing, but yet
with a sort of stateliness in her rosy little face. As the bull
wheeled about to take another
gallop across the
meadow, the
child waved her hand, and said, "Good-bye," playfully
pretending that she was now bound on a distant journey, and
might not see her brothers again for nobody could tell how
long.
"Good-bye," shouted Cadmus, Phoenix, and Cilix, all in one
breath.
But, together with her
enjoyment of the sport, there was still
a little
remnant of fear in the child's heart; so that her last
look at the three boys was a troubled one, and made them feel
as if their dear sister were really leaving them forever. And
what do you think the snowy bull did next? Why, he set off, as
swift as the wind, straight down to the
seashore, scampered
across the sand, took an airy leap, and plunged right in among