While she dwelt in the king's palace, Mother Ceres had been so continually occupied with taking care of the young prince, that her heart was a little lightened of its grief for Proserpina.
Now, as not so much as a head of asparagus ever presumed to poke itself out of the ground, without the especial permission of Ceres, you may conceive what a terrible calamity had here fallen upon the earth.
The cook's made dishes and artificial dainties were not half so delicious, in the good child's opinion, as the simple fare to which Mother Ceres had accustomed her.
Mother Ceres had returned to her deserted home, and was sitting disconsolately on the doorstep, with her torch burning in her hand.
"Does the earth disobey me?" xclaimed Mother Ceres, indignantly.
When their hearts had grown a little more quiet, Mother Ceres looked anxiously at Proserpina.
"Ah, unfortunate child, and miserable me!" exclaimed Ceres. "For each of those six pomegranate seeds you must spend one month of every year in King Pluto's palace.
In the modern academy, there is "a strange silence about ultimate questions of good and evil, life and death," observes
Cere, a lecturer in religion and theology at Concordia University, Montreal.
The match was already decided at halftime as
Ceres Negros raced to a 5-0 lead in the first 45 minutes thanks to mid-first half strikes from Bienve Maranon (20th minute), Stephan Schrock (25th), and Robert Mendy (30th) and a brace from Mike Ott (40th and 45th minutes) later in the half.
