The wind seemed to absorb Pysche’s sorrows. It carressed her and lifted her up…wait a minute. It was literally lifting her up. It was Zephyr, the west wind. When Psyche looked down she saw the plains of Greece stretching beneath her in flying colors.
The wind settled her down in front of a huge castle, more than twice the size of her father’s royal palace. Psyche ran up and stroked the walls. Every inch was encrusted with precious jewels…rubies, sapphires, diamonds…and the pillars were solid gold. She walked up to the doors, which opened before her. With a backwards glance, she walked slowly in, gazing at everything.
Elaborate tapestries were hung everywhere. In the main room, a table was set with a feast fit for a god. Psyche hesitantly sat down, and almost screamed when dishes began flying at her.
“Do not fear, princess,” a soft voice said. “We are your invisible servants, and we will serve you and your husband.”
“But who is my husband?” asked Psyche, dumfounded.
“You will find out tonight.”