The white bull swam very fast and was soon far away in the wide blue sea, with only his snowy head and tail showing above the water.  Poor Europa was holding on with one hand to the ivory horn and stretching the other back towards her dear brothers.

And there stood Cadmus and Phoenix and Cilix looking after her and crying bitterly, until they could no longer see the white head among the waves that sparkled in the sunshine.

Nothing more could be seen of the white bull, and nothing more of their beautiful sister.

This was a sad tale for the three boys to carry back to their parents.  King Agenor loved his little girl Europa more than his kingdom or anything else in the world, and when Cadmus came home crying and told how a white bull had carried off his sister, the King was very angry and full of grief.

“You shall never see my face again,” he cried, “unless you bring back my little Europa.  Begone, and enter my presence no more till you come leading her by the hand;” and his eyes flashed fire and he looked so terribly angry that the poor boys did not even wait for supper, but stole out of the palace wondering where they should go first.

While they were standing at the gate, the Queen came hurrying after them.  “Dear children,” she said, “I will come with you.”

“Oh no, mother,” the boys answered, “it is a dark night, and there is no knowing what troubles we may meet with; the blame is ours, and we had better go alone.”

“Alas!” said the poor Queen, weeping, “Europa is lost, and if I should lose my three sons as well, what would become of me?  I must go with my children.”

The boys tried to persuade her to stay at home, but the Queen cried so bitterly that they had to let her go with them.

Just as they were about to start, their playfellow Theseus came running to join them.  He loved Europa very much, and longed to search for her too.  So the five set off together:  the Queen, and Cadmus, and Phoenix, and Cilix, and Theseus, and the last they heard was King Agenor’s angry voice saying, “Remember this, never may you come up these steps again, till you bring back my little daughter.”

The Queen and her young companions traveled many a weary mile:  the days grew to months, and the months became years, and still they found no trace of the lost Princess.  Their clothes were worn and shabby, and the peasant people looked curiously at them when they asked, “Have you seen a snow-white bull with a little Princess on its back, riding as swiftly as the wind?”

And the farmers would answer, “We have many bulls in our fields, but none that would allow a little Princess to ride on its back:  we have never seen such a sight.”

At last Phoenix grew weary of the search.  “I do not believe Europa will ever be found, and I shall stay here,” he said one day when they came to a pleasant spot.  So the others helped him to build a small hut to live in, then they said good-by and went on without him.