bring you safe to Aunus the liar.” So cries the maiden, 15
and with lightning-like pace crosses at full speed the horse’s
path, and seizing the reins, fronts and encounters him,
and gluts her vengeance with his hated blood: easily as a
hawk, the bird of augury, darting from a lofty rock, comes
up with a dove high in the clouds, holds her in his gripe, 20
and with crooked talons tears out her heart, while gore and
plucked feathers come tumbling from the sky.
But no blind spectator of the scene is sitting throned on
high Olympus, even the father of men and gods. The sire