CHAPTER III
THE SIX POMEGRANATE SEEDS
Demeter, the goddess of the earth, was often to be seen in
the fields in springtime. As the Greek peasants sowed their
seed they caught glimpses of her long yellow hair while she
moved now here, now there, among them. It almost
seemed to these simple folk as though already the bare fields
were golden with the glory of harvest, so bright shone the
yellow hair of the goddess. Then they smiled hopefully
one to the other, knowing well that Demeter would give
them a bounteous reaping-time.
In the autumn she was in the fields again, the peasants even dreamed that they saw her stoop to bind the sheaves. Certainly she had been known to visit their barns when the harvest was safely garnered. And stranger still, it was whispered among the womenfolk that the great Earth-Mother had entered their homes, had stood close beside them as they baked bread to feed their hungry households.
It was in the beautiful island of Sicily, which lies in the Mediterranean Sea, that the goddess had her home. Here she dwelt with her daughter Persephone, whom she loved more dearly than words can tell.
Persephone was young and fair, so fair that she seemed as one of the spring flowers that leaped into life when her mother touched the earth with her gracious hands.
Early as the dawn the maiden was in the fields with Demeter, to gather violets while the dew still lay upon them, to dance and sing with her playmates. At other times she
