Juno lashed her horses, and the gates of heaven bellowed as they flew open of their own accord--gates over which the Hours preside, in whose hands are heaven and Olympus, either to open the dense cloud that hides them or to close it.

Through these the goddesses drove their obedient steeds.
But father Jove when he saw them from Ida was very angry, and sent winged Iris with a message to them.

"Go," said he, "fleet Iris, turn them back, and see that they do not come near me, for if we come to fighting there will be mischief.

This is what I say, and this is what I mean to do.

I will lame their horses for them; I will hurl them from their chariot, and will break it in pieces.