Still glowing from the forge; then sent his child
Into the forest deep, a prey for beasts255
And all the savage birds Cithaeron breeds,
Accustomed to be stained with royal blood.
Yet him, whom God condemned, who by his sire
Was cast away to die, death also fled.
And Delphi's oracle have I fulfilled:
For I with impious hand assailed my sire,260
And slew him.
[With bitter irony] Yet, for this impiety,