“You could become a shepherd and we would have the most beautiful flock in the Land” she told him. Hercules, falling under the spell of this beautiful young girl, agreed. They decided to keep their love a secret and spent the summer enjoying their long and tender encounters in the forest.
One evening when the first storms heralded autumn, Hercules was waiting for Pyrene on a rock. About to ask her father for her hand in marriage, a flight of wild geese heading for his country suddenly caught his attention. “It is an omen, I must leave” he said to himself. When Pyrene arrived at the place of their rendezvous, she called out to him … until she realized that Hercules had left.
She then began to run eastward, convinced that he had returned to his country. She climbed hillsides, crossed swamps and stopped only to drink and cry. Realizing that she would never catch up with him, she ended up lying on the grass. Exhausted by cold and hunger, she finally dropped the stick that kept the wolves at bay and let out a final cry of sadness.