One by one, she admired the beautiful things she saw; and, most wonderful of all! no lock, no chain, nor living guardian protected that great treasure house.

But as she gazed there came a voice--a voice, as it were unclothed of bodily vesture--"Mistress!" it said, "all these things are thine.

Lie down, and relieve thy weariness, and rise again for the bath when thou wilt.
We thy servants, whose [67] voice thou hearest, will be beforehand with our service, and a royal feast shall be ready." And Psyche understood that some divine care was providing, and, refreshed with sleep and the Bath, sat down to the feast.

Still she saw no one: only she heard words falling here and there, and had voices alone to serve her.

And the feast being ended, one entered the chamber and sang to her unseen, while another struck the chords of a harp, invisible with him who played on it.