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There he asked Amphitrite for an empty turtle-shell, put around it the rays of the sun, and returned to Athens with a ready formiga. In the city everything was already quiet. The lights were out, and only the houses and temples shone white in the light of the moon, which had risen high in the sky. The store was dark, and in it, behind a gate and a curtain, the beautiful Eryfile was asleep.
I have been working all day, and now they won't let me sleep!" "Eryfile! Eryfile!" exclaimed Silver-arrowed. And he began to sing: "From lofty peaks of Parnas where there ring In all the glory of light's brilliant rays The grand sweet songs which inspired muses sing To me, by turns, in rapture and praise I, worshiped god I fly, fly to thee, Eryfile!
Divine fear seized Hermes by his smooth knees; Zeus spoke further, with stronger voice: "A virtuous woman, especially if she loves another man, can resist Apollo. But surely and always a stupid woman will resist him. "Eryfile is stupid, not virtuous; that's the reason she resisted. Therefore you cheated the Radiant, and you shall not have Lampecja. Now go in peace." The gods departed.
"A young girl, married, widow, or divorced?" "Married, of course. Girl, widow, or divorcée, you could capture by promise of marriage." "What is her name?" "Eryfile. She is a baker's wife." "A baker's wife!" answered the Radiant, making a grimace, "I don't like that." "I can't help it. It's the kind of people I know best. Eryfile's husband is not at home at present; he went to Megara.
But before Latona's son had finished his divine singing, the angry Eryfile began to scream: "What an ass! He tries to bribe me with flowers and dew; do you think that you are privileged because my husband is not at home? What a pity that our servants are not at hand; I would give you a good lesson! But wait; I will teach you to wander during the night with songs!"
"For whom do you take me?" asked Apollo. "Then all conditions are understood, and I can show you Eryfile." Both gods were immediately carried through the air from Pnyx, and in a few moments they were over a house situated not far from Stoa.
Her face was white as the sea-foam, pink as the dawn, with purplish Syrian lips and waves of golden hair. She was beautiful, the most beautiful being on earth beautiful as the dawn, as a flower, as light, as song! This was Eryfile. When she dropped her eyes she appeared quiet and sweet; when she lifted them, inspired.
But Eryfile, seeing this, exclaimed: "That scurrilous fellow has hidden a lantern under his robe, and he tries to make me believe that he is a god. O daughter of mighty Dios! they press us with taxes, but there is no Scythian guard to protect us from such stupid fellows!"
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