It was beautiful dawn when Callisto was out in the woods, several miles from Artemis' tents, gathering figs and olives. The nymph carried with her a longbow in case she would chance upon a wild beast. She would have brought one of the hounds, but she figured that she would not go far away from the campsite. Artemis was sleeping and the nymph wanted to be the first to serve her meal when she woke up.

Callisto sauntered towards a grove where a fig tree stood. There she saw two naiads glimmering whitely like fallen birches. Their arms and legs entwined, moving in sweet passion. Their breathing was heavy and...