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...stars, which traverse her all over. And like a double-folding door fastened inside with a key, which the bolts strike and push back, such are the stars lying separately that appear to her. She herself extends a cubit of her small shoulders. You would say she is grieving for her child. For that terrible image Andromeda also rolls there, distinguished beneath her mother. I do not think you would have searched the night much, so that you might see her immediately; such is her head, such are her shoulders on both sides, and her extreme feet, and all her garments. But nevertheless, the stretching of the arms is extended there, and her bonds lie even in heaven; and those hands of hers are held spread out there for all the days.
But the Hippos Horse/Pegasus is driven upon her head and her lowest belly; a common star shines upon his navel and the tip of her head. And three other stars still show on the flanks and shoulders of the Hippos at intervals of equal distance, beautiful and large. But his head is not at all similar, nor is his neck, although it is long. But the last star of the burning jaw might even rival the first four, which hold him, being very conspicuous. And he is not four-footed; for from the tip of the navel, the holy Hippos revolves half-finished in the middle. They say that he brought the beautiful water of the fruitful Hippocrene Horse's Fountain from the high Helicon.