For a long time they lived happily in their peaceful kingdom, but finally came a day when Ceyx must take a long voyage on the sea, to visit a temple in a far country.  Halcyone could not bear to have him go, for she feared the dangers of the great deep, knowing well the cruelty of the Winds, whom King AEolus had such difficulty in keeping within bounds.  She knew how the mischievous brothers loved to rush down upon venturesome sailors and blow them into danger, and she knew that they especially hated her husband because he had carried her away from the island where she had watched the Winds at their terrible play.  She begged Ceyx not to go, but he said that it was necessary.  Then she prayed that if he must go he would take her with him, for she could not bear to remain behind dreading what might happen.

But Ceyx was resolved that Halcyone should not go.  The good king longed to take her with him; no more than she could he smile at the thought of separation.  But he also feared the sea, not on his own account, but for his dear wife.  In spite of her entreaties he remained firm.  If all went well he promised to return in two months’ time.  But Halcyone knew that she should never see him again as now he spoke.

The day of separation came.  Standing heart-broken upon the shore, Halcyone watched the vessel sail away into the East, until as a little speck it dropped below the horizon; then sobbing bitterly she returned to the palace.

Now the king and his men had completed but half their journey when a terrible storm arose.  The wicked Winds had escaped from the control of good old AEolus and were rushing down upon the ocean to punish Ceyx for carrying away the beautiful Halcyone.  Fiercely they blew, the lightning flashed, and the sea ran high; and in the midst of the horrible tumult the good ship went to the bottom with all on board.  Thus the fears of Halcyone were proved true, and far from his dear wife poor Ceyx perished in the cruel waves.

That very night when the shipwreck occurred, the sad and fearful Halcyone, sleeping lonely at home, knew in a dream the very calamity which had happened.  She seemed to see the storm and the shipwreck, and the form of Ceyx appeared, saying a sad farewell to her.  As soon as it was light she rose and hastened to the seashore, trembling with a horrible dread.  Standing on the very spot whence she had last seen the fated ship, she looked wistfully over the waste of stormy waters.  At last she spied a dark something tossing on the waves.  The object floated nearer and nearer, until a huge breaker cast before her on the sand the body of her drowned husband.

“O dearest Ceyx!” she cried.  “Is it thus that you return to me?” Stretching out her arms toward him, she leaped upon the sea wall as if she would throw herself into the ocean, which advanced and retreated, seething around his body.  But a different fate was to be hers.  As she leaped forward two strong wings sprouted from her shoulders, and before she knew it she found herself skimming lightly as a bird over the water.  From her throat came sounds of sobbing, which changed as she flew into the shrill piping of a bird.  Soft feathers now covered her body, and a crest rose above the forehead which had once been so fair.  Halcyone was become a Kingfisher, the first Kingfisher who ever flew lamenting above the waters of the world.