upon
an ancient woman who sat upon stones in the courtyard, grinding corn
between two stones. Long had she been doing that wearisome labor.
Admetus had known her from the first time he had come into that
courtyard as a little child, and he had never seen aught in her face
but a heavy misery. There she was sitting as he had first known her,
with her eyes bleared and her knees shaking, and with the dust of the
courtyard and the husks of the corn in her matted hair. He went to her
and spoke to her, and he asked her to take the place of the king and go
with Death.

But when she heard the name of Death horror came into the face of the
ancient woman, and she cried out that she would not let Death come near
her. Then Admetus left her, and he came upon another, upon a sightless
man who held out a shriveled hand for the food that the servants of the
palace might bestow upon him. Admetus took the man's shriveled hand,
and he asked him if he would not take the king's place and go with
Death that was coming for him. The sightless man, with howls and
shrieks, said he would not go.

Then Admetus went into the palace and into the chamber where his bed
was, and he lay down upon the bed and he lamented that he would have to
go with Death that was coming for him from the god of the Underworld,
and he lamented that none of the wretched ones around the palace would
take his place.

A hand was laid upon him. He looked up and he saw his tall and
grave-eyed wife, Alcestis, beside him. Alcestis spoke to him slowly and
gravely. "I have heard what you have said, O my husband," said she.
"One should go in your place, for you are the king and have many great
affairs to attend to. And if none other will go, I, Alcestis, will go
in your place, Admetus."

It had seemed to Admetus that ever since he had heard the words of
Apollo that heavy footsteps were coming toward him. Now the footsteps
seemed to stop. It was not so terrible for him as before. He sprang up,
and he took the hands of Alcestis and he said, "You, then, will take my
place?"

"I will go with Death in your place, Admetus," Alcestis said.

Then, even as Admetus looked into her face, he saw a pallor come upon
her; her body weakened and she sank down upon the bed. Then, watching
over her, he knew that not he but Alcestis would go with Death. And the
words he had spoken he would have taken back--the words that had
brought her consent to go with Death in his place.

Paler and weake