Apollo made her no answer, but Jove's august queen was angry and upbraided her bitterly. "Bold vixen,"she cried, "how dare you cross me thus? For all your bow you will find it hard to hold your own against me.Jove made you as a lion among women, and lets you kill them whenever you choose. You will find it better to chase wild beasts and deer upon the mountains than to fight those who are stronger than you are. If you would try war, do so, and find out by pitting yourself against me, how far stronger I am than you are."