far-famed heroes lived when they had left behind horse-pasturing Argos . It was from Tiryns that the dark-haired unsubdued daughters of Proetus rushed in their flight. And woe overcame Proetus' heart, and an alien thought smote him. He decided to plant a double-edged sword in his chest; but his spearmen restrained him with calming words and with the force of their hands. For thirteen whole months his daughters roamed wildly through the shadowy forests and fled through sheep-nurturing Arcadia . But when their father came to the beautiful stream of Lusus, he washed his skin with its water and called on Leto's daughter with her crimson headdress, the ox-eyed goddess, stretching his hands to the rays of the steed-swift sun, and asked her to deliver his children from their deranged miserable madness. I will sacrifice to you twenty unyoked red oxen. And the huntress, whose father is the highest god, heard him praying. She persuaded Hera, and stopped the godless mania of the bud-garlanded girls.