One day an old man told Cadmus that if he would go to Delphi and ask the
Pythia, perhaps she could tell him all about Europa. Cadmus had never
heard of Delphi or of the Pythia, and he asked the old man what he
meant.
"I will tell you," said the man. "Delphi is a town, built near the foot
of Mount Parnassus, at the very center of the earth. It is the town of
Apollo, the Bringer of Light; and there is a temple there, built close
to the spot where Apollo killed a black serpent, many, many years ago.
The temple is the most wonderful place in the world. In the middle of
the floor there is a wide crack, or crevice; and this crevice goes down,
down into the rock, nobody knows how deep. A strange odor comes up out
of the crevice; and if any one breathes much of it, he is apt to fall
over and lose his senses."
"But who is the Pythia that you spoke about?" asked Cadmus.
"I will tell you," said the old man. "The Pythia is a wise woman, who
lives in the temple. When anybody asks her a hard question, she takes a
three-legged stool, called a tripod, and sets it over the crevice in
the floor. Then she sits on the stool and breathes the strange odor; and
instead of losing her senses as other people would do, she talks with
Apollo; and Apollo tells her how to answer the question. Men from all
parts of the world go there to ask about things which they would like to
know. The temple is full of the beautiful and costly gifts which they
have brought for the Pythia. Sometimes she answers them plainly, and
sometimes she answers them in riddles; but what she says always comes
true."
So Cadmus went to Delphi to ask the Pythia about his lost sister. The
wise woman was very kind to him; and when he had given her a beautiful
golden cup to pay her for her trouble, she sat down on the tripod and
breathed the strange odor which came up through the crevice in the rock.
Then her face grew pale, and her eyes looked wild, and she seemed to be
in great pain; but they said that she was talking with Apollo. Cadmus
asked her to tell him what had become of Europa. She said that Jupiter,
in the form of a white bull, had carried her away, and that it would be
of no use to look for her any more.
"But what shall I do?" said Cadmus. "My father told me not to turn back
till I should find her."
"Your father is dead," said the Pythia, "and a strange king rules in
his place. You must stay in Greece, for there is work here for you to
do."
"What must I do?" said Cadmus.
"Follow the white cow," said the Pythia; "and on the hill where she lies
down, you must build a city."
Cadmus did not understand what she meant by this; but she would not
speak another word.
"This must be one of her riddles," he said, and he left the temple.