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  Eros & Psyche
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  Wedding of Eros & Psyche
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 | EROS & PSYCHE PART TWO 
				
				Psyche fled into the night in search of her husband, she 
				traveled far and wide in search for him. Meanwhile her husband 
				had gone to Venus’ chamber to have his wound cared for, but as 
				soon as she heard the story she left her him in his pain as she 
				became even more overcome with jealousy.
 She vowed to show Psyche what it felt like to bring down the 
				wrath of a goddess. Psyche’s search was to no avail, she had not 
				found her husband so she went to Venus herself. Venus would 
				grant her her wish if she completed the task of separating a 
				great quantity of the smallest seeds by night fall.
 
 As she sat there alone she realized that this was an impossible 
				task to complete. No one had heard Psyche’s prayers for they did 
				not want to become an enemy of Venus. But the the tiniest of 
				creatures felt sympathy for her. The ants began to sort the 
				seeds for Psyche. All the seeds lay in ordered neat piles.
 
 This is what Venus saw when she came. "Your work is by no means 
				done" said Venus. She gave Psyche a piece of crust and bade her 
				sleep on the ground as she left to her soft fragrant couch. The 
				next morning, she devised another task for Psyche, this time a 
				dangerous one.
 
 There were sheep down near the riverbank with golden fleece. She 
				was to fetch some fleece and bring it back to Venus. As she 
				reached the river, she had the urge to hurl herself into it 
				ending all her pains, but a voice bade her not to. The voice 
				instructed her to wait till the sheep came out of the bushes 
				toward the evening for the sheep were indeed very fierce.
 
 She did as she was told and once the sheep left she gathered the 
				fleece from the sharp briars and she carried it back to her 
				cruel mistress.
 
 Venus received it with an evil smile. Venus knew that Psyche 
				could not have accomplished this alone and said that she must 
				prove herself by obtaining a flask filled with water from the 
				river Styx.
 
 As she approached the waterfall, she realized that only a winged 
				creature could reach it. This time her savior was an eagle, who 
				poised with great wings beside her, seized the flask from her 
				with his beak and brought it back to her full of the black 
				water.
 
 But Venus kept on. She sent Psyche with a box which she was to 
				carry to the underworld and ask Persephone to fill with some of 
				her beauty. Psyche found her guide in a tower on her path. It 
				gave her careful directions on how to get to Persephone's 
				palace.
 
 All had happened as the her guide had told her and Persephone 
				was willing to do Venus a favor, and Psyche, greatly encouraged, 
				bore back the box.
 
 The last trial was brought upon herself out of curiosity. She 
				wished to see the beauty-charm in the box and perhaps use some 
				herself for she must look beautiful if she was to see the God of 
				Love again. She opened the box but nothing was to be found 
				inside suddenly a deadly languor took possession of her as she 
				fell into a heavy sleep.
 
 At this point, Cupid stepped forward, Cupid was healed from his 
				wound and had fled the palace by flying through the windows for 
				Venus had locked him in his chamber.
 
 Cupid picked Psyche up and wiped the sleep from her eyes and 
				placed it into the box. Cupid told her to take the box to his 
				mother and all would be fine.
 
 To make sure Cupid flew up to Mount Olympus and spoke with 
				Jupiter himself. Although Cupid had done Jupiter harm previously 
				by making him turn into a bull and a swan, he agreed to help 
				him.
 
 Jupiter summoned all the gods, including Venus, and announced 
				the marriage of Cupid and Psyche. Mercury brought Psyche to the 
				palace of the gods, and Jupiter himself gave her the ambrosia to 
				make her immortal.
 
 Venus was in turn satisfied for with Psyche up in Heaven, she 
				would not command attention from the men on earth.
 
 So all came to a most happy end. Love and Soul (for that is what 
				Psyche means) had sought and, after sore trials, found each 
				other; that union could never be broken.
 
 By Edith Hamilton
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