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270. Oh! but look at this! a man mounted on a winged horse, killing a fire-breathing monster with three bodies.

. I am turning my eyes in every direction. Behold the rout of the giants carved on these walls of stone.

. Yes, yes, good friends, I am looking.

. Dost see her standing over Enceladus brandishing her shield with the Gorgon's head?

. I see Pallas, my own goddess.

. Again, dost see the massy thunderbolt all aflame in the far-darting hands of Zeus?

. I do; 'tis blasting with its flame Mimas, that deadly foe.

. Bromius too, the god of revelry, is slaying another of the sons of Earth with his thyrsus of ivy, never meant for battle.

. Thou that art stationed by this fane, to thee I do address me, may we pass the threshold of these vaults, with our fair white feet?

. Nay, ye must not, stranger ladies.

. May I ask thee about something I have heard?

. What wouldst thou ask?

. Is it really true that the temple of Phœbus stands upon the centre of the world?

. Aye, there it stands with garlands decked and gorgeous all around.

. E'en so the legend saith.

. If ye have offered a sacrificial cake before the shrine and have aught ye wish to ask Phœbus, approach the altar; but enter not the inmost sanctuary, save ye have sacrificed sheep.