noon
He was grateful to Actæon for using his influence with Sónnica to secure the consent of the magistrates that the Celtiberian might enter among the horsemen in the great procession that would climb to the Acropolis carrying the first sheaves of wheat to the temple of Minerva . In those days when the Athenian languished amidst songs and perfumes , overwhelmed by the caresses of the Greek woman , who seemed to blaze with the fire of the last passion of her life , he sprang from his couch at dawn , slung his bow across his back , and followed by two handsome dogs tramped through the Saguntine domain , giving chase to the wildcats which came down from the surrounding mountains . On one of these excursions he had an adventure . It was noon ; the sun 's warm light fell upon the land , and the panting dogs halted , barking at a grove of ancient fig trees with branches sweeping the ground , forming shady canopies of dense foliage . Actæon , quieting the animals , approached cautiously with bow ready to draw , and as he parted the curtain of leaves he saw in the centre of an open space enclosed by the trees his two friends Rhanto and Erotion . The boy was seated on the ground before a pile of red clay which he was carefully modeling , wrinkling his brow , and whistling intently . The shepherdess , completely nude , with the assurance of healthy and innocent beauty , happy in being admired , was smiling at Erotion , her cheeks flushing lightly every time the artist raised his eyes from the clay to the model .