—Faithful bird, he said to him, dost thou suffer?—tell me: what is the matter?
—I am hungry, said the eagle.
—Eat, said Prometheus, uncovering his liver.
The bird ate.
—I suffer, said Prometheus.
But the eagle said nothing more that day.
II
The next day at sunrise Prometheus longed for his eagle; he called it from the depth of the reddening dawn, and as the sun rose the eagle appeared. He had three more feathers and Prometheus sobbed with tenderness.
—How late thou comest, he said, caressing his feathers.