“Far away.”
Byblis in affright quickly continued—
“When will he return? When will he come back to me?”
“Never,” the spring replied.
“Dead! Is he dead?”
“No.”
“Where shall I see him again?”
The spring spake no more. Its gentle ripple resumed its monotonous sound. No divine presence seemed to live in its clear waters.
Byblis got up and fled. She knew the path by which Caunos had started with his mother. It was a narrow track which wound from tree to tree as it buried itself in the forest. She had not traversed it often, for it ran through a valley infested with serpents and dangerous beasts. This time her desire overcame her fear, and she tremblingly followed the path with all the speed of which her little bare feet were capable.