At this time the goddess fell in love with Cephalus, the young hunter, and frequently visited him on Mount Hymettus. […] At the self-same moment Diana turned to ascertain the cause of the rustle which had caught her practised ear, and met the admiring gaze of the astonished young hunter. […] At last he reached the tower steps, and was lovingly greeted by Hero, whose heart had throbbed with anxiety at the thought of the perils her lover was braving for the sake of seeing her once more. […] At last, exhausted and ready to sink, he lifted his eyes once more to view the cheering light. […] At his first blow, blood began to flow from the tree; but, undeterred by the phenomenon or the entreaties of the bystanders, Erisichthon continued.