"Hear me, Silverbow, Protector of Chryse, Lord of Holy Cilia, Master of Tenedos,' And Sminthian God of Plague! , If ever I've built a temple that pleased you Or burnt fat thighbones of bulls and goats -Grant me this prayer: Let the Danaans pay for my tears with your arrows!"Apollo heard his prayer and descended Olympus' crags Pulsing with fury, bow slung over one shoulder,-The arrows rattling in their case on his backAs the angry god moved like night down the mountain.