
Liv Reads Ovid: The Metamorphoses, Book V
Let's Talk About Myths, Baby! | Greek Mythology & the Ancient Mediterranean
00:00
The Shadow of Arathusa
"As I hastened from the setting sun I thought I saw a growing shadow move beyond my feet. It may have been my fear, imagined it, but surely now I heard the sound of footsteps," he said. "I could even feel his breathing on the loose ends of my hair and I was terrified." He continued: "At last worn out by all my efforts to escape, I cried, Oh, help me, you whose bow and quivered darts I often have borne,. Your armor-bearer calls, oh chaste, Diana, help, or I am lost!" The goddess gathered up a dense cloud and encompassed him about; she then sent her into Ortega
Play episode from 56:49
Transcript


