Cassandra, daughter of Priam, consented to her prayer, if Apollo would grant to her the power of divination. […] “I live at Naxos,” said the boy, “and there I would fain find myself.” […] They affected to believe that her husband had wicked designs in his concealment, and that he would desert his Psyche if he became visible to her — or they asserted that they had no doubt though the lips and skin of this mysterious being seemed so soft to their sister, it was by the power of enchantment, and that the light would reveal a monster whose presence would astonish no less than it would frighten: and succeeded in persuading her, by their next meeting, to provide herself with the means of procuring a light, and a dagger to stab him, should he prove the monstrous being they averred. […] The fiery blood of Mars, which would submit to no insult, was immediately in arms at so tender a point, and he slew the insulter. […] Achilles would have shared the same fate, if Peleus had not snatched him from her hand, as she was going to repeat the cruel operation.