“She will follow. As you make your way to the upper world, she will remain ten paces behind. But if you turn round to look at her, if you cast so much as the briefest backward glance in her direction, you will lose her. Trust, Orpheus the musician. You must show that you honor us and have faith in our word. Now go.” Orpheus took Eurydice’s face in his hands, kissed her cheek, and turned to leave. “Remember!” Persephone called after him. “Look back for just one instant and she will be ours. No matter how many times you return, and how many songs you sing, you will have lost her forever.”
