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Among all thosemortals who wasborn wise andlearned the secretsof the gods, nonewas more cunningthan Daedalus.
He once built awonderful Labyrinth ofwinding ways for KingMinos of Crete. It wasso cunningly tangled upand twisted aroundthat, once inside, youcould never find yourway out again withouta magic clue.
But the Kings favorveered with thewind, and one day hehad his masterarchitect imprisonedin a tower. Daedalusmanaged to escapefrom his cell; but itseemed impossible toleave the island, sinceevery ship that cameor went was wellguarded by order ofthe King.
At length, watching the sea gulls in the air theonly creatures that were sure of liberty-hethought of a plan for himself and his young sonIcarus, who was captive with him.
Little by little, he gathered a store of feathersgreat and small. He paste these together withthread, molded them in with wax, and sofashioned two great wings like those of a bird.
When they weredone, Daedalus fittedthem to his ownshoulders, and after oneor two efforts, he foundthat by waving his armshe could winnow the airand cleave it, as aswimmer does the sea.He held himselfaloft, wavered this wayand that with thewind, and at last, like agreat fledgling, helearned to fly.
Without delay, he fell towork on a pair of wings forthe boy Icarus and taughthim carefully how to usethem, bidding him bewareof rash adventures amongthe stars. "Remember," saidthe father, "never to fly verylow or very high, for thefogs about the earth wouldweigh you down, but theblaze of the sun will surelymelt your feathers apart ifyou go too near."
For Icarus, thesecautions went in at oneear and out by theother. Who couldremember to becareful when he was tofly for the first time?Are birds careful? Notthey! And not an idearemained in the boyshead but the one joy ofescape.
The day came, and the fair wind that was to set themfree. The father-bird put on his wings, and, while thelight urged them to be gone, he waited to see that allwas well with Icarus, for the two could not fly hand inhand.
Up they rose, the boyafter his father. Thehateful ground of Cretesank beneath them;and the countryfolk, who caught aglimpse of them whenthey were high abovethe treetops, took it fora vision of the gods-Apollo, perhaps, withCupid after him.
At first there was aterror in the joy. Thewide vacancy of the airdazed them-a glancedownward made theirbrains reel.
But when a great windfilled their wings, andIcarus felt himselfsustained, like ahalcyon bird in thehollow of a wave, like achild uplifted by hismother, he forgoteverything in the worldbut joy.
He forgot Crete and the other islands that hehad passed over: he saw but vaguely thatwinged thing in the distance before him that washis father Daedalus. He longed for onedraft of flight toquench the thirstof his captivity: hestretched out hisarms to the sky andmade toward thehighest heavens.
Alas for him! Warmer andwarmer grew the air. Thosearms, that had seemed touphold him, relaxed. Hiswings wavered, dropped.He fluttered his younghands vainly-he was falling-and in that terror heremembered. The heat ofthe sun had melted the waxfrom his wings; the featherswere falling, one byone, like snowflakes; andthere was none to help.
He fell like a leaf tossed down by thewind, down, down, with one cry that overtookDaedalus far away.
When he returned and sought high and low forthe poor boy, he saw nothing but the birdlikefeathers afloat on the water, and he knew thatIcarus was drowned.
The nearest island henamed Icaria, inmemory of the child;but he, in heavygrief, went to thetemple of Apollo inSicily and there hungup his wings as anoffering. Never againdid he attempt to fly.