It was a great joy in the sunrise to look into the still waters of the river undisturbed as they were either by the currents of the naiads or by the wheezing of Aeolus, and to see how the forest on both sides was reflected back to the traveller as a subterranean realm in the water. Great heaths, ornamented with shrubbery, lay on both sides, dipping steeply to the river bank and revealing a landscape in the water – a landscape that was steep and sloped away from us like some subterranean earth. The tall pines that still defied Neptune cast deceptive shadows in the water, though he and his brother Aeolus had already triumphed over many of them: Neptune had eaten away their roots and Aeolus thrown down their crowns.17