taken by the sons of Tyrrheus from its mother’s breast,
and brought up by them and their father Tyrrheus, 20
who had the control of the royal herds and the charge of
the whole range of lawn. Trained to obey, it was the
chief care of their sister Silvia; she would deck and
wreathe its horns with delicate festoons, and comb its
rough coat, and wash it in the clear stream. Grown tame 25
to the hand, and accustomed to its master’s table, it would
run free in the forest and take itself back home to the
well-known door, however late the night. Now, in one