He had tried and failed. […] When she opened her eyes once more, the storm had ceased, the sun was high in the heavens, and palace and gardens had vanished. […] He had once been tenderly attached to his mother, had lavished upon her every proof of his affection, and had even tried to console her when she mourned Jupiter’s neglect. […] Ariadne, for such was the girl’s name, had been forsaken there by her lover, Theseus, who had sailed away while she slept. […] Stooping hastily to ascertain what it might be, she recognised the girdle her daughter had worn when she had parted from her in Sicily.