From the inner temple--from the shrine of the goddess, there comes a man.

His head is bound with the priest's fillet; sharply the sun touches his white pointed cap; in his hand he carries a sword.
'Between the temple and the grove there is a space of dazzling light.

The man passes into it, turns himself to the east, and raises his hand to his mouth; drawing his robe over his head, he sinks upon the ground, and prostrate there, adores the coming god.
'His prayer lasts but an instant.

Rising in haste, he stands looking around him, his sword gathered in his hand.

He is a man still young; his stature is more than the ordinary height of men; his limbs are strong and supple.
His rich dress, moreover, shows him to be both priest and king.