Magic wheel, draw that man to my house. Now I will burn the bran. Artemis, you could move even the adamant in Hades, and anything else that stands firm. Thestylis, listen: the dogs are howling up through the town. The goddess is at the crossroads. Sound the gong, quick as you can.

She burns the bran and turns to Artemis, here one goddess with Hecate and the Moon, who could move even "the adamant in Hades." Cholmeley takes that to mean the gates of the underworld, which give way to the queen of the dead. Then the dogs start howling, one after another, up through the town, and Simaetha reads it as the answer: the goddess is at the crossroads, where three roads meet and Hecate was worshipped. The bronze gong is to be struck at once. An ancient commentator on the line says bronze was thought pure and able to drive pollution away, and Cholmeley adds Livy and Ovid on the clash of bronze raised to help the Moon in an eclipse.