Demo examined the picture carefully, then turned it face away from the purported owners.
"Tell me," he looked at Bacchus, "what is portrayed, and how so portrayed?"
He listened quietly to the exposition of the sylvan scene, the merry dance of the nymphs, the greens and browns and tone colors that formed the hues.
"And you," turning to Vulcan, "describe to me this picture."
Vulcan closed his eyes and was silent. Then he spoke slowly, almost as in a trance. "This is the picture of a maiden, her golden hair lighted by a single beam filtered through the forest foliage. All else is only background, merely there that she might display her beauty. It is but a vision, unreal, of what might be. Yes, it is only the picture of a maiden."
"Could each of you supply me with a picture similar in nature that I might compare?"
Neither could respond to his request.
"Well, without more evidence I find that I cannot judge for one or the other. Let me give further thought to the matter. Eh, come back in 2 days. Zeus will be here, he'll resolve the problem quickly."
"My Lord, we are both to leave this edifice this very day. Zeus has so decreed. He was unhappy with our problem, and requested that we bring it to your attention."
Demo frowned. To my attention!