But now the shepherd’s reed breathing melody fell silent, and a mantling shadow of cloud his the piper as he cut off his tune. When a sailor hears the Siren’s perfidious song, and bewitched by the melody, he is dragged to a self-chosen fate too soon no longer he cleaves the waves, no longer he whitens the blue water with his oars unwetted now, but falling into the net of melodious Fate, he forgets to steer, quite happy, caring not for the seven starry Pleiades and the Bear’s circling course: so the monster, shaken by the breath of that deceitful tune, welcomed with delight the wound of the pipes which was his escort to death. But all the Giant wanted was, to hear more and more of the mind-bewitching melody with its delicious thrill. And a cloud covered Cadmos beside his unseen rock, lest Typhoeus might learn this crafty plan, and the secret thief of the thunderbolts, and wise too late might kill the turncoat herdsman. And so Cadmos Agenorides remained there by the ankle of the pasturing woodland, drawing his lips to and fro along the tops of the pipes, as a pretended goatherd but Zeus Cronides, unespied, uncaught, crept noiseless into the cave, and armed himself with his familiar fires a second time. The second has Typhon’s battle ranging through the stars, and lightning, and the struggles of Zeus, and the triumph of Olympos. She had slipped the letters into her pocket next to the packet of antique documents and had taken an umbrella-as the sky was ominous out over the distant tors -and strolled around the manor house and down the road toward the village.BOOKS 15 - 48 DIONYSIACA BOOK 2, TRANSLATED BY W. The moon was low upon the right, and the jagged pinnacle of a granite tor stood up against the lower curve of its silver disc. * 1855, Charles Kingsley, Westward Ho!, Tickor and Fields (1855), pages 104-105:īursdon and Welsford were then, as now, a rolling range of dreary moors, unbroken by tor or tree, or anything save few and far between a world-old furze-bank which marked the common rights of some distant cattle farm, and crossed then, not as now, by a decent road, but by a rough confused trackway, the remnant of an old Roman road from Clovelly dikes to Launceston.A craggy outcrop of rock on the summit of a hill.