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Metamorphoses
Ovid

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Bk III:597-637 Acoetes's story – the beautiful boy.
    
Heading for Delos, and being driven by chance onto the coast of the island of Chios, making shore by skilful use of the oars, giving a gentle leap, and landing on the wet sand, there we passed the night. As soon as the dawn began to redden, I ordered the getting in of fresh water, and showed the path that lead to a spring. I myself commanded the view from a high hill to find what wind promised, called my comrades and went back to the boat. "See, we are here," said Opheltes, the foremost of my friends, and led a boy, with the beauty of a virgin girl, along the shore, a prize, or so he thought, that he had found in a deserted field. The boy seemed to stumble, heavy with wine and sleep, and could scarcely follow.

I examined his clothing, appearance and rank, and I saw nothing that made me think him mortal. And I felt this and said it to my companions, "I do not know what god is in that body, but there is a god within! Whoever you are, O favour and assist our efforts, and forgive these men!" "Don't pray for us," said Dictys, who was the quickest at climbing to the highest yard and sliding down, grasping the rigging. So said Libys, and yellow-haired Melanthus, the forward look-out, and Alcimedon agreed, and Epopeus, who with his voice gave the measure and the pauses for the oarsmen to urge on their purpose. All the others said the same, so blind was their greed for gain. "I still will not allow this ship to be cursed by a sacred victim to whom violence has been done," I said. "Here I have the greatest authority." And I prevented them boarding. Then Lycabas, the most audacious of them all, began to rage at me, he who had been thrown out of Tuscany and was suffering the punishment of exile from his city for a terrible murder. While I held him off, he punched me in the throat with his strong young fists, and would have thrown me semi-conscious into the sea if I had not clung on, almost stunned, held back by the rigging. The impious crew cheered on the doer of it. Then, at last, Bacchus (for it was indeed Bacchus) was freed from sleep, as if by the clamour, and the sense returned to his drunken mind. "What are you doing? Why this shouting?" he said. "Tell me, you seamen, how I came here? Where do you intend to take me?" "Have no fear," said Proreus, "and, whatever port you wish to touch at, you will be set down in the country you demand!" "Naxos" said Liber, "set your course for there! That is my home: it will be a friendly land to you!"
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