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The god's drink-offering was harmless to the other doves; but the one who sat where the new son had poured out his libation and tasted the drink at once shook her body, with its lovely plumes, and whirled around, and cried out with  an untelligible sound. The whole crowd of guests was amazed at the bird's torment. She struggled and died, stretching out her scarlet legs. The son given by the prophet held his arms, bare from his robe, over the table,  and shouted: “Who intended to kill me? Let us know, old man; for you were being zealous and I received the cup from your hand.” At once he seized his aged arm, and examined him, so that he might catch the old man in the act with the poison.  He was seen to have it, and, when tortured, he painfully reported Creusa's daring and the contrivance of the cup. At once, the youth declared by Loxias' oracle collected the guests and rushed outside, and standing in the midst of the Pythian leaders, said:  “O holy Earth, the stranger, daughter of Erechtheus, tried to kill me with poison” Then the Delphian lords—and not by one vote only!— decided that my mistress should die, by being cast from the rock, as she would have killed one dedicated to the god, and done murder  in the temple. The whole city is searching for her, as she hastens on her unhappy way. She came to Phoebus in desire for children, and has lost her life and her sons at once.