But seriously: though his father may seek twenty brides for him, he himself wants no one but Xanthe.
Now go, if you choose, and offer sacrifices to Aphrodite, that she may join the hearts of Xanthe and Phaon.
Xanthe liked to watch the stream disappear in the myrtle-grove.
It passed over Candor and buzzed out over the broad Xanthe Desert.
At the last words Xanthe's eyes filled with tears, and Phaon noticed it with astonishment.
