And what did she do, Thetis, when they were putting her there?

She kept quiet about herself, submitting to her sentence, but she kept pleading for her child’s life, weeping and showing it to its grandad, for it was a lovely baby. And it, unaware of its troubles, was looking at the sea with a smile on its face. Remembering them brings tears again to my eyes.

You’ve made me weep, too. But are they dead now?

Oh, no! The box is still floating round Seriphos, and keeping them alive and safe.

Well, why don’t we save them by bringing them into the nets of these fishermen here from Seriphos? They’ll be sure to pull them up and save them.

A good idea, let’s do that. I wouldn’t like the mother to die, or the baby either. It’s so pretty.