your old nurse behind. You may well weep, my good little boy: there is to be no rest for your feet till you have travelled over the whole world, from north to south."
Despard groaned aloud; but Goldilocks clapped her hands and laughed. "Oh, let us start to-night," she cried.
"When the sun-god has made twelve journeys in his winged boat," sighed Sibyl, "and when the young moon has arisen out of the ocean, then you may go."
And, at the appointed time, the faithful nurse, with many tears, prepared her foster-children for their long journey. She took from a worm-eaten coffer some family heirlooms, which had been lying since the days of the Golden Age, enveloped in rose-leaves and gold paper.
She placed in the hand of Despard a dagger with a jewelled hilt, a quiver of poisoned
