And the horned Satyrs were commanded by these leaders : Poimenios and Thiasos, Hypsiceros and Orestes, and Phlegraios with horned Napaios. There was Gemon, there was bold Lycon armed ;
Phereus followed laughing tippling Petraios, ranging Lamis marched with Lenobios, and Scirtos tripped along beside Oistros. With Pherespondos walked Lycos the loud-voiced herald, and Pronomos renowned for intelligence—all sons of Hermes, when he had joined Iphthime to himself in secret union. She was the daughter of Doros, himself sprung from Zeus and a root of the race of Hellen, and Doros was ancestor whence came the Achaian blood of the Dorian tribe. To these three, Eiraphiotes entrusted the dignity of the staff of the heavenly herald, their father the source of wisdom. The whole tribe of Satyrs is bold-hearted while they are drunken with bumpers of wine ; but in battle they are but braggarts who run away from the fight—hares in the battlefield, lions outside, clever dancers, who know better than all the world how to ladle strong drink from the full mixing-bowl. Few of these have been men of war, but bold Ares has taught all the […] of the fray and how to manage a battalion.
Here when Lyaios prepared for war, some of them covered their bodies with raw oxhides, others fortified themselves with skins of shaggy lions, others put on the grim pelts of panthers, others equipped themselves with long pointed staves, others girt about their chests the skins of long-antlered stags dappled like stars in the sky. With these creatures, the two Horns on the temples right and left lengthened their points, and a scanty fluff grew on the top of the pointed skull over the crooked eyes. When they ran, the winged breezes blew back their two ears, stretched out straight and flapping against their hairy cheeks : behind them a horse’s tail stuck out straight and lashed round their loins on either side.
Another kind of the twiform Centaurs also appeared, the shaggy tribe of the horned Pheres, to whom Hera had given a different sort of human shape with horns. These were sons of the water-naiads in mortal body, whom men call Hyads, offspring of the river Lamos. They had played the nurses for the babe that Zeus had so happily brought forth, Bacchos, while he still had a breath of the sewn-up birth-pocket. They were the cherishing saviours of Dionysos when he was hidden from every eye, and then they had nothing strange in their shape; in that dark cellar they often dandled the child in bended arms, as he cried Daddy to the sky, the seat of his father Zeus, still a child at play, but a clever babe. Oft he would mimic a newborn kid ; hiding in the fold, he covered his body with long hair, and in this strange shape let out a deceptive bleat between his teeth, and tended to walk on hooves in goat-like steps. Oft he would show himself like a young girl in saffron robes and take on the feigned shape of a woman; to mislead the mind of spiteful Hera, he moulded his lips to speak in a girlish voice, tied a scented veil on his hair. He put on all a woman’s manycoloured garments: fastened a […] vest […] his chest and the firm circle of bosom, and fitted a […] over his […] like a band of […], but his guile was useless. Hera, who turns her all-seeing eye to every place, saw from on high the ever-changing shape of Lyaios, and knew all. Then she was angry with the guardians of Bromios. She procured from Thessalian Achlys treacherous flowers of the field, and shed a sleep of enchantment over their heads; she distilled poisoned drugs over their hair, she smeared a subtle magical ointment over their faces, and changed their earlier human shape. Then they took the form of a creature with long ears, and a horse’s tail sticking out straight from the loins and flogging the flanks of its shaggy-crested owner; from the temples cow’s horns sprouted out, their eyes widened under the horned forehead, the hair ran across their heads in tufts, long white teeth grew out of their jaws, a strange kind of mane grew of itself, covering their necks with rough hair, and ran down from the loins to the feet underneath.
Twelve captains commanded them all […] and Gleneus the dancer, and beside Eurybios the strange figure of Ceteus the vine-dresser ; Petraios with Rhiphonos, Alsacos the deep drinker and Orthaon, with whom marched both Amphithemis and Phaunos, and Nomelon side by side with well-horned Phanes.
Another tribe of twiform Centaurs was ready, the Cyprian. Once when Cypris fled like the wind from the pursuit of her lascivious father, that she might not see an unhallowed bedfellow in her own begetter, Zeus the Father gave up the chase and left the union unattempted, because unwilling Aphrodite was too fast and he could not catch her ; instead of the Cyprian’s bed, he dropt on the ground the love-shower of seed from the generative plow. Earth received Cronion’s fruitful dew, and shot up a strange looking horned generation.
These combatants were joined by the Bacchoi, some coming from the Maionian, some from the mountain above the precipitous peaks of Sipylos. Nymphs hastened to join the soldiers of the thyrsus, the wild Oreads with hearts of men trailing their long robes. Many a year had they seen roll round the turning […] as they lived out their long lives. Some were the Meliads who lived on the heights near the shepherds ; some were from the woodland glades and the ridges of the wild forest, nymphs of the mountain ash, coeval with their tree, All these onwards together to the fray, some with […]-backed drums, the instruments of Cybelid Rheia, others with overhanging ivy-tendrils wreathed in their hair, or girt with rings of snakes. They carried the sharpened thyrsus which the mad Lydian women then took with them fearless to the Indian […]. Stronger than these then came the nurses of Dionysos, troops of Bassarids well skilled in their art : Aigle and Callichore, Eupetale and Ione, laughing Calyce, Bryusa, […] of the Seasons, Scilene and Rhode, Ocynoe, Ereutho, Acrete and Methe, rosy Oinanthe with Harpe and silverfoot Lycaste,
Stesichore and Prothoé : last of all came ready for the fray Trygi too, that grinning old gammer, heavy with wine.
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