CHAPTER VI
THE PURPLE FLOWERS
Apollo, the youngest and most beautiful of all the gods,
dearly loved a lad named Hyacinthus.
Ofttimes he would leave the other gods sipping nectar in Mount Olympus, ofttimes he would forsake the many beautiful temples in which he was worshipped on earth, that he might be free to wander through the woods with his little friend.
For Hyacinthus was only a merry little lad, who loved to roam over hill and dale, and when the fancy seized him to hunt in the woods.
Apollo was never happier than when he was with the boy. Sometimes he would go hunting with him, and then Hyacinthus was merrier than ever, for the world seemed more full of brightness when the Sun-god was by his side. Sometimes the friends would walk together over hill and dale, followed by the dogs Hyacinthus loved so well.
One day they had wandered far, and the little lad was tired, so he flung himself down in a grassy meadow to rest, Apollo by his side. But the Sun-god was soon eager for a game. He sprang to his feet, crying, 'Hyacinthus, let us play at quoits before the shadows fall.'
Quoits were flat, heavy discs, and the game was won by the player who could fling the quoits the farthest through the air.
Hyacinthus was ever willing to do as Apollo wished, and the game was soon begun. After a throw of more than usual skill and strength the friends laughed gleefully.
O but it was good to be alive in such a happy world, thought Hyacinthus. And Apollo, as he looked at the
