A cry from his beloved Procris told him that the weapon had too surely met its mark. […] Every object she met filled her with pleasure and amazement. […] He penetrated through the wood and reached an open space where the chief scene of the orgies met his eyes. […] Boreas loved the nymph Orithyia, and tried to play the lover’s part, but met with poor success. […] The condition imposed by the Fates had been met, and the decree was irrevocable.