Firm as a rock upon a mountain high, Seated upon it, there appeared to me A shameless whore, with eyes swift glancing round, 1168 And, as if not to have her taken from him, Upright beside her I beheld a giant; 1169 And ever and anon they kissed each other. But because she her wanton, roving eye Turned upon me, her angry paramour Did scourge her from her head unto her feet. 1170 Then full of jealousy, and fierce with wrath, He loosed the monster, and across the forest Dragged it so far, he made of that alone 1171 A shield unto the whore and the strange beast.
The River Eunoë.