And quickly they called upon Apollo, lord of prophecy, and offered sacrifice upon the hearth as the day was just sinking.

And the younger comrades made ready a feast to their hearts' desire.

Thereupon having well feasted they turned themselves to rest, some near the ship's hawsers, others in groups throughout the mansion.

And at dawn the Etesian winds blew strongly, which by the command of Zeus blow over every land equally.
Cyrene, the tale goes, once tended sheep along the marsh-meadow of Peneus among men of old time; for dear to her were maidenhood and a couch unstained.

But, as she guarded her flock by the river, Apollo carried her off far from Haemonia and placed her among the nymphs of the land, who dwelt in Libya near the Myrtosian height.