As you must, any faltering of skill.”
“Regret!” The speed of Artemis redoubled
As fury filled her. “Lying, laughing word!
You poison the whole dawn with it, as then
You poisoned—for I know you did—the thorns,
The rare leaves I used.”
But Hermes cried:
“Peace, peace between you, daughters! What is done
Is done. There the ship rides that we take—
As one we take it, homing to those lands