633Meanwhile the half-beast was glad of his foster-child of divine stock, and rejoiced in the honour mixed with the burden. 635Look, there comes the Centaur's daughter, her shoulders covered with ruddy hair, whom the nymph Chariclo once bore on the banks of a swift river and called Ocyroe. 638She was not content to have learned her father's arts: she used to sing the secrets of the fates. 640So when she had conceived the prophetic frenzy in her mind and grown hot with the god whom she held shut in her breast, she looks at the infant and said, 'Grow, child, bringer of health to the whole world: mortal bodies will often owe themselves to you; 644it will be your right to restore souls that have been taken away; 645and having dared this once, to the gods' indignation, you will be prevented by your grandsire's flame from having the power to grant it again, and from a god you will become a bloodless body, and then a god, you who were lately a body, and twice you will renew your fate.
649You too, dear father, now immortal and created by the law of your birth to endure through all the ages, will long to be able to die, at the time when you are tormented by the blood of the dread serpent received through your wounded limbs; 653and from eternal the gods will make you able to suffer death, and the three goddesses will unravel your threads.' 655Something more of the fates remained. 655She sighs from the depths of her breast, and tears well up and glide down her cheeks, and she says thus: 'The fates forestall me, and I am forbidden to say more, and the use of my voice is shut off.
659My arts were not worth so much, since they have brought on me the anger of a divinity; 660I would rather not have known the future. 661Now human form seems to be withdrawn from me, now grass pleases me as food, now I have an urge to run over the wide plains: I am turning into a mare, into a body akin to mine. 664But why entirely? 664My father, after all, is two-formed.' 665As she said such things, the last part of her complaint was scarcely understood, and her words were confused. 667Soon they seem neither words nor even the sound of a mare, but of one imitating a mare, and in a short time she gave out clear neighs and moved her arms down into the grass.
670Then her fingers join, and a light hoof binds her five nails together in continuous horn, the length of her mouth and neck grows, the greatest part of her long robe becomes a tail, and the loose hair that lay over her neck turned into manes on the right side: and her voice and her appearance were renewed alike; the marvels gave her a name too.