CORONIS

There was a maiden in Thessaly named Coronis, of beauty so surpassing that Apollo loved her. But strangely enough she did not care long for her divine lover; she preferred a mere mortal. She did not reflect that apollo, the God of Truth, who never decieved, could not himself be deceived.

The pythian Lord of Delphi, He has a comrade he can trust, Staightforward, never wandering astray. It is his mind which knows all things, Which never touches falsehood, which no one Or god or mortal can outwit. He sees, Whether the deed is done, or only planned. Coronis was follish indeed to hope he would not learn of her faithlessness. It is said that the news was brought to him by his bird, the raven, then pure white with beautiful snowy plumage, and that Apollo in a fit of furious anger, and with the complete injustice the gods usually showed when they were angry, punished the faithful messenger by turning his feathers black. Of course Coronis was killed. Some say that the god did it himself, others that he got Artemis to shoot one of her unerring arrows at her. From Edith Hamiltions Mythology