They went on and on, and travelled a long way, and passed over mountains and rivers, and sailed over seas.  Here, and there, and everywhere, they made continual inquiry if any person could tell them what had become of Europa.  The rustic people, of whom they asked this question, paused a little while from their labours in the field, and looked very much surprised.  They thought it strange to behold a woman in the garb of a queen (for Telephassa, in her haste, had forgotten to take off her crown and her royal robes), roaming about the country, with four lads around her, on such an errand as this seemed to be.  But nobody could give them any tidings of Europa; nobody had seen a little girl dressed like a princess, and mounted on a snow-white bull, which galloped as swiftly as the wind.

I cannot tell you how long Queen Telephassa, and Cadmus, Phoenix, and Cilix, her three sons, and Thasus, their playfellow, went wandering along the highways and bypaths, or through the pathless wildernesses of the earth, in this manner.  But certain it is, that, before they reached any place of rest, their splendid garments were quite worn out.  They all looked very much travel stained, and would have had the dust of many countries on their shoes, if the streams, through which they waded, had not washed it all away.  When they had been gone a year, Telephassa threw away her crown, because it chafed her forehead.

“It has given me many a headache,” said the poor queen, “and it cannot cure my heartache.”

As fast as their princely robes got torn and tattered, they exchanged them for such mean attire as ordinary people wore.  By and by they came to have a wild and homeless aspect; so that you would much sooner have taken them for a gypsy family than a queen and three princes, and a young nobleman, who had once a palace for their home, and a train of servants to do their bidding.  The four boys grew up to be tall young men, with sunburnt faces.  Each of them girded on a sword, to defend themselves against the perils of the way.  When the husbandmen, at whose farmhouses they sought hospitality, needed their assistance in the harvest field, they gave it willingly; and Queen Telephassa (who had done no work in her palace, save to braid silk threads with golden ones) came behind them to bind the sheaves.  If payment was offered, they shook their heads, and only asked for tidings of Europa.

“There are bulls enough in my pasture,” the old farmers would reply; “but I never heard of one like this you tell me of.  A snow-white bull with a little princess on his back!  Ho! ho!  I ask your pardon, good folks; but there never was such a sight seen hereabouts.”

At last, when his upper lip began to have the down on it, Phoenix grew weary of rambling hither and thither to no purpose.  So, one day, when they happened to be passing through a pleasant and solitary tract of country, he sat himself down on a heap of moss.