The queen leaned heavily upon her son 's arm , and could walk only a few miles a day . But for all her weakness and weariness , she would not be persuaded to give up the search . It was enough to bring tears into the eyes of bearded men to hear the melancholy tone with which she inquired of every stranger whether he could not tell her any news of the lost child . `` Have you seen a little girl -- no , no , I mean a young maiden of full growth -- passing by this way , mounted on a snow-white bull , which gallops as swiftly as the wind ? '' `` We have seen no such wondrous sight , '' the people would reply ; and very often , taking Cadmus aside , they whispered to him , `` Is this stately and sad-looking woman your mother ? Surely she is not in her right mind ; and you ought to take her home , and make her comfortable , and do your best to get this dream out of her fancy . '' `` It is no dream , '' said Cadmus . `` Everything else is a dream , save that . '' But , one day , Telephassa seemed feebler than usual , and leaned almost her whole weight on the arm of Cadmus , and walked more slowly than ever before . At last they reached a solitary spot , where she told her son that she must needs lie down , and take a good long rest . `` A good long rest ! '' she repeated , looking Cadmus tenderly in the face . `` A good long rest , thou dearest one ! '' `` As long as you please , dear mother , '' answered Cadmus . Telephassa bade him sit down on the turf beside her , and then she took his hand . `` My son , '' said she , fixing her dim eyes most lovingly upon him , `` this rest that I speak of will be very long indeed ! You must not wait till it is finished . Dear Cadmus , you do not comprehend me . You must make a grave here , and lay your mother 's weary frame into it . My pilgrimage is over . ''
Cadmus burst XXXXX tears , and , for a long time , refused to believe that his dear mother was now to be taken from him .
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