Paul then listened to his wife’s entreaties:
To the tails of four wild steeds he bound her;
Drove them forth across the mighty desert.
Wheresoe’er a drop of blood fell from her,
There sprang up the rankest thorns and nettles.
Where her body fell, when dead, the waters
Rush’d and formed a lake both still and stagnant.
O’er the lake there swam a small black courser:
By his side a golden cradle floated:
On the cradle sat a young grey falcon: