“But give me leave to go to my room,” said Psyche, trembling, as she opened the door.
While she was gone, Gyges asked for more information. He learned that Gannon had fallen and was dead, and that the lad’s body had been sent to be cremated. With a heavy heart he entered the house and called Psyche. She ran to him; and reading in his face that something horrible had occurred, she cried, “O Gyges, what has happened?”
“O my love, the little dead fish was a true omen.”
“But no one is dead?” asked Psyche, excitedly.
He drew her towards him as he said: “Be brave, O love! A great calamity has befallen thee and thy parents.”
“Tell me the truth, O Gyges.”
“Gannon is dead,” he quietly whispered.
Psyche, overwhelmed with grief, buried her face on her lover’s shoulder. Through her sobs she asked, “How did he die?”
“He fell from the roof of the camp.”
“May I not see him?” she asked.