Psyche was a mortal princess so beautiful that the Goddess of Love, Venus, was jealous of her and sent her son Cupid to punish her. Yet when Cupid saw Psyche he fell in love with her and had the West Wind carry her to an enchanted place. There each night he wooed her with kind words and denied her nothing, save that which no mortal could be granted: sight of him. Their happiness was almost complete, but Psyche's curiosity was great. One night she lit an oil lamp to behold the one she loved so dearly. Before her was a man of such perfection that the girl was overwhelmed. His beauty filled the room. As she stared, she trembled, and a drop of warm oil fell upon the god's shoulder. He woke and, seeing the lamp, was forced to flee. Grief-stricken, Psyche wandered in search of her love. Eventually she came to the palace of Venus, who, still jealous of her, set before her fearful tasks that no mortal could ever accomplish. Yet all the forces of Nature combined to aid the said princess in her adversity and she completed even the most dangerous task - to return from the Regions of the Night with the Box of Beauty. This final test, though, left Psyche exhausted. Fearful lest her lover find her so, she opened the forbidden box to refresh herself. Alas, it contained not Beauty but Death. Cupid found her in a swoon, the open box by her side. More in love than ever, he vowed that somehow they must be united and begged his father Zeus for pity. The King of Heaven granted his plea, lifted a cup of Ambrosia to Psyche's pale lips and whispered to the princess, Drink and be immortal, for then you shall truly be the bride of Cupid. Psyche awoke in Cupid's arms and they were never parted again.