So now my life carries on. I resume my jobs and the people gave thanks. I have forgiven…but not forgotten. I still talk to Orion, although that makes me sound mad. I have a balcony off my room, and at night when I can't sleep I go and watching the movements of the stars.
But I take it by the time this is read, you will know about my reputation of bathing, yet I relate what happened anyway. From my side.
My nymphs make enough noise, laughing and splashing around that any human possessing common sense would know not to come near. But no, Actaeon would come peeping in the bushes, like a satyr. It seems that he had come several times before we discovered him. It is true, that I turned him into a deer, but it is not true that I did it rashly. I gave him a choice, become a deer or be chained into a rock and cast into the sea. It was his choice. He chose to be a deer. He must have thought that he'd be under my protection. Shows how inferior male human minds are. It is not my fault that he ran into his dogs. And it is not my fault I did not save him. I was…otherwise engaged. With reading. So technically it's Athena's fault. She told me to read more.