He opens the year, the first month being named after him. […] The two bodies were buried in one sepulchre, and the tree ever after brought forth purple berries, as it does to this day. […] Then she stole out after him, and concealed herself in the place where the informer directed her. […] It fled at the touch, but returned again after a moment and renewed the fascination. […] With that he advanced towards me, and I was ashamed, after what I had said, to yield.