slitting my clothes.  It is sufficient to say, that, I know not how it was, hearing and sight failed me; and I recovered from my swoon and terror at the foot of a lime-tree, against which the pikes in springing up had thrown me.  As I awoke, my anger awakened also, and violently increased when I heard from the other side the gibes and laughter of my opponent, who had probably reached the earth somewhat more softly than I. Therefore I jumped up; and as I saw the little host with its leader Achilles scattered around me, having been driven over with me by the rising of the rails, I seized the hero first, and threw him against a tree.  His resuscitation and flight now pleased me doubly, a malicious pleasure combining with the prettiest sight in the world; and I was on the point of sending all the other Greeks after him, when suddenly hissing waters spurted at me on all sides, from stones and wall, from ground and branches, and, wherever I turned, dashed against me crossways.

In a short time my light garment was wet through.  It was already rent, and I did not hesitate to tear it entirely off my body.  I cast away my slippers, and one covering after another.  Nay, at last I found it very agreeable to let such a shower-bath play over me in the warm day.  Now, being quite naked, I walked gravely along between these welcome waters, where I thought to enjoy myself for some time.  My anger cooled, and I wished for nothing more than a reconciliation with my little adversary.  But, in a twinkling, the water stopped; and I stood drenched upon the saturated ground.  The presence of the old man, who appeared before me unexpectedly, was by no means welcome.  I could have wished, if not to hide, at least to clothe, myself.  The shame, the shivering, the effort to cover myself in some degree, made me cut a most piteous figure.  The old man employed the moment in venting the severest reproaches against me.  “What hinders me,” he exclaimed, “from taking one of the green cords, and fitting it, if not to your neck, to your back?” This threat I took in very ill part.  “Refrain,” I cried, “from such words, even from such thoughts; for otherwise you and your mistresses will be lost.”—­” Who, then, are you,” he asked in defiance, “who dare speak thus?”—­“A favorite of the gods,” I said, “on whom it depends whether those ladies shall find worthy husbands and pass a happy life, or be left to pine and wither in their magic cell.”  The old man stepped some paces back.  “Who has revealed that to you?” he inquired, with astonishment and concern.  “Three apples,” I said, “three jewels.”—­“And what reward do you require?” he exclaimed.  “Before all things, the little creature,” I replied, “who has brought me into this accursed state.”  The old man cast himself down before me, without shrinking from the wet and miry soil:  then he rose without being wetted, took me kindly by the hand, led me into the hall, clad me again quickly; and I was soon once more decked out and frizzled in