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Acteon chanced to see the dangerous goddess at noon; that fateful moment when the sun breaks in its youthful, strong ascent,balances, and begins the mighty plunge to death. He had left his companions to rest, together with his blooded dogs, after a morning of running game, and without conscious purpose had gone wandering, straying from his familiar hunting groves and fields,exploring through the neighboring woods. He discovered a vale, thick grown with cypresses and pine. He penetrated curiously into its fastness. There was a grotto within, watered by a gentle, purling spring, and with a stream that widened to a grassy pool. This shaded nook was the resort of DIANA, and at that moment she was bathing among her nymphs, absolutely naked. She had put aside her hunting spear, her quiver, her unstrung bow, as well as her sandals and robe. And one of the nude nymphs had bound up her tresses into a know; some of the others were pouring water from capacious urns.
When the young, roving male broke into the pleasant haunt, a shriek of female terror went up, and all bodies crowded about their mistress, trying to hide her from the profane eye. But she stood above them, head and shoulders. The youth had seen, and was continuing to see. She glanced for her bow, but it was out of reach, so she quickly took up what was at hand, namely water, and flung it into Actaeon's face. "Now you are free to tell, if you can," she cried at him angrily, "that you have seen the goddess nude."
Antlers sprouted on his head. His neck grew great and long, his eartips sharp. His arms lengthened to legs, and his hands and feet became hooves. Terrified, he bounded--marveling that he should move so rapidly. But when he paused for breath and drink and beheld his features in a clear pool, he reared back aghast.
A terrible fate then befell Acteon. His own hounds, catching the scent of the great stag, came baying through the wood. In a moment of joy at hearing them he paused, but them spontaneously took fright and fled. The pack followed, gradually gaining. When they had come to his heels, the first of them flying at his flank, he tried to cry their names, but the sound in his throat was not human. They fixed him with their fangs. He went down, and his own hunting companions, shouting encouragement at the dogs, arrived in time to deliver the "coup de grace." Diana, miraculously aware of the flight and death could now rest appeased.
From Ovid, Metamorphoses, III
as retold by Joseph Campbell:
The Hero with a Thousand Faces |
