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cere

(sîr)
n.
A fleshy or waxlike membrane at the base of the upper beak in certain birds, such as parrots, through which the nostrils open.

cered adj.

cere

that portion of the base of the upper mandible of the bill in birds which is swollen and appears waxy.
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Ceres was resolved to leave no spot without a search; so she peeped into the entrance of the cave, and lighted it up a little more, by holding her own torch before her.
"I am wretched enough now," thought poor Ceres, "to talk with this melancholy Hecate, were she ten times sadder than ever she was yet." So she stepped into the cave, and sat down on the withered leaves by the dog-headed woman's side.
"No," answered Hecate, in a cracked voice, and sighing betwixt every word or two; "no, Mother Ceres, I have seen nothing of your daughter.
"You kill me by saying so," cried Ceres, almost ready to faint.
"Not yet, dark Hecate," replied Ceres. "But do you first come with your torch, and help me to seek for my lost child.
But then she reflected that the sorrow of the disconsolate Ceres would be like a gloomy twilight round about them both, let the sun shine ever so brightly, and that therefore she might enjoy her bad spirits quite as well as if she were to stay in the cave.
As the pair traveled along in this woe-begone manner, a thought struck Ceres.
"You have promised to be my companion," answered Ceres. "Come, let us make haste, or the sunshine will be gone, and Phoebus along with it."
Accordingly, they went along in quest of Phoebus, both of them sighing grievously, and Hecate, to say the truth, making a great deal worse lamentation than Ceres; for all the pleasure she had, you know, lay in being miserable, and therefore she made the most of it.
As Ceres and her dismal companion approached him, Phoebus smiled on them so cheerfully that Hecate's wreath of snakes gave a spiteful hiss, and Hecate heartily wished herself back in her cave.
"O, where is my dear child?" cried Ceres, clasping her hands, and flinging herself at his feet.
"Ah, Phoebus," said Ceres, with bitter meaning in her words, "you have a harp instead of a heart.