—It is because I cannot yet fly very fast, said the bird. I skim the ground....
—Why?
—I am so weak!
—What dost thou want to make thee fly faster?
—Thy liver.
—Very well, eat.
The next day the eagle had eight more feathers and a few days after he arrived before the dawn. Prometheus himself became very thin.
—Tell me of the world, he said to the eagle. What has happened to all the others?
—Oh! now I fly very high, replied the eagle; I see nothing but the sky and thee.
His wings had grown slowly bigger.