He immediately flew away to the cave of Somnus, the god of sleep. […] He fled away from her inquiries, but she sought him, and urged him to tell her the truth. […] Cyane, let us go,” she exclaimed, clasping the hand of Cyane, who clung to her robe, as if she would force her away while the damsels, their companions, had ran away, and hidden themselves. […] Afterward, the shell was cut away, and left only a frame to stretch the strings across. […] Pan accosted the modest Syrinx, but she did not reply to him; she only ran away.