She drove her silver car at night when Apollo had gone to rest in the western sky. […] That was because, when the water was rippled by his touch, the image became blurred. But when the water was still, the face was again seen in all its loveliness. […] Why, I slew serpents thrice your size when I was but a baby in the cradle.” […] Scarcely had he finished speaking when he fell back — dead.