"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. His wife is the prettiest woman who ever walked on Mother-Earth."
"I am very anxious to see her."
"One condition more, my Silver-arrowed, you must promise that you will use only means worthy of you, and that you will not act as would act such a ruffian as Ares, for instance, or even, speaking between ourselves, as acts our common father, the Cloud-gathering Zeus."
"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. The Argo-robber raised the whole roof with his powerful hand as easily as a woman cooking a dinner raises a cover from a saucepan, and pointing to a woman sitting in a store, closed from the street by a copper gate, said:
"Look!"
Apollo looked and was astonished.