seemed so unforgiving as she was then. All the divine radiance that
had remained with her was gone from her now, and she seemed a
white-faced and bitter-thinking woman. And when Peleus saw that such a
great bitterness faced him he fled from his house.

He traveled far from his own land, and first he went to the help of
Heracles, who was then in the midst of his mighty labors. Heracles was
building a wall around a city. Peleus labored, helping him to raise the
wall for King Laomedon. Then, one night, as he walked by the wall he
had helped to build, he heard voices speaking out of the earth. And one
voice said: "Why has Peleus striven so hard to raise a wall that his
son shall fight hard to overthrow?" No voice replied. The wall was
built, and Peleus departed. The city around which the wall was built
was the great city of Troy.

In whatever place he went Peleus was followed by the hatred of the
people of the sea, and above all by the hatred of the nymph who is
called Psamathe. Far, far from his own country he went, and at last he
came to a country of bright valleys that was ruled over by a kindly
king--by Ceyx, who was called the Son of the Morning Star.

Bright of face and kindly and peaceable in all his ways was this king,
and kindly and peaceable was the land that he ruled over. And when
Prince Peleus went to him to beg for his protection, and to beg for
unfurrowed fields where he might graze his cattle, Ceyx raised him up
from where he knelt. "Peaceable and plentiful is the land," he said,
"and all who come here may have peace and a chance to earn their food.
Live where you will, O stranger, and take the unfurrowed fields by the
seashore for pasture for your cattle."

Peace came into Peleus's heart as he looked into the untroubled face of
Ceyx, and as he looked over the bright valleys of the land he had come
into. He brought his cattle to the unfurrowed fields by the seashore
and he left herdsmen there to tend them. And as he walked along these
bright valleys he thought upon his wife and upon his son Achilles, and
there were gentle feelings in his breast. But then he thought upon the
enmity of Psamathe, the woman of the sea, and great trouble came over
him again. He felt he could not stay in the palace of the kindly king.
He went where his herdsmen camped and he lived with them. But the sea
was very near and its sound tormented him, and as the days went by,
Peleus, wild looking and shaggy, became more and more unli