She sat down, her hands folded in her lap, softly crying as she drifted along. […] He dared not look down, even for an instant, for fear of being turned to stone. […] The higher he flew, the more fiercely the sun beat down upon him. […] Poor Icarus now had nothing to hold him up in the air, and he began to fall down, down, down. […] He bade him sit down and rest himself, and placed food and drink before him.