It was evening ; they sought for hospitality, but every door was closed against them. […] The sun was shining fiercely, and the goddess was parched with thirst. […] His ignorance was his bliss, for the nymph was faithless. […] A late pragmatising form of the pleasing mythe was, that Alpheios was a hunter who was in love with the huntress Arethusa. […] But this was only when Anterôs was near ; for if he was at a distance, Erôs found himself shrink to his original dimensions.