And he found no fault with me until yesterday, nor I, in turn, with him. But today there came to me the mother of Philista, the blind flute-girl, and of Melixo, at the hour when the horses were racing up the sky, bringing rosy-armed Dawn from Ocean. And she told me many things, and that Delphis is in love; and whether desire for a woman has him now, or for a man, she said she did not know for sure, only this: he kept pouring himself unmixed wine to his love, and in the end he hurried away, and said he would cover that house with garlands.