...et to be filled afresh. The former libations to the god he cast upon the ground, instructing everyone to pour them out. Silence came over us. We were filling the sacred bowls with water and wine of Byblos . While we were at work, a fluttering troop of doves burst into the tent—for they live in Phoebus' house without fear—and where they had poured out the wine, the birds let down their beaks...