英文童话故事：Arachne

英文童话故事：Arachne

Arachne lived in a small village on the shores of the Mediterranean. Her parents were very poor. While her mother was busy cooking the simple meals for the family, or working

in the fields, Arachne used to spin all day long Her wheel made a steady whirring like the buzzing of some insect. She grew so skillful from constant practice, that the threads she drew out were almost as fine as the mists that rose from the sea near by.

One day Arachne's father, who was a fisher-man, came home with his baskets full of little shell-fish, which were of a bright crimson（深红色） or purple color. He thought the

color of the little shellfish so pretty that he tried the experiment of dyeing Arachne's wools with them. The result

was the most vivid hue that had ever been seen in any kind of woven fabric.

After this, Arachne's tapestries（挂毯） always showed some touch of the new color. They now found a ready sale, and, in fact, soon became famous. Arachne's family moved to a much larger house. Her mother did not have to work in the fields any more, nor was her father any longer obliged to go out in his boat to catch fish.

Arachne, herself, became as her tapestries. She heard admiring words on every side, and her head was a little

turned by them. When, as often happened, people praised the beautiful color that had been produced by the shell-fish, she did not tell how her father had help her, took all the credit

to herself. While she was weaving, a group of people often stood behind her loom, watching the pictures grow.

One day she overheard someone say that even the great goddess, Minerva, the patron goddess of spinning, could not weave more beautiful tapestries than this fisherman's daughter. This was a very foolish thing to say, but Arachne thought it was true, true. She heard another say that Arachne wove so beautifully that she must have been taught by Minerva herself.

Now, the truth is, that Minerva had taught Arachne. It was Minerva who had sent the little shell-fish to those coasts; and, although she never allowed herself to be seen, she often stood behind the girl and guided her shuttle. But Arachne, never having seen the goddess, thought she owed everything to herself alone, and began to boast of her skill.

One day she said： "It has been said that I can weave quite as well as the goddess, Minerva, if not better. I should like to have a weaving match with her, and then it would be seen which could do best." These wicked words had hardly left Arachne's mouth, before she heard the sound of a crutch on the floor.

Turning to look behind her, she saw a feeble old woman in a rusty gray cloak. The woman's eyes were as gray as her cloak, and strangely bright and clear for one so old. She leaned heavily on her crutch, and when she spoke, her voice was cracked and weak. "I am many years older than you," she said. "Take my advice. Ask Minerva's pardon for your ungrateful words. If you are truly sorry, she will forgive you."