They summoned forth the Night
and the deities of the Night from the nether world,
praying to Hecate in plaintive, howling cries:
You, Trivia, potent goddess of the triple crossroad, come,
You who know all our plans,
aiding and abetting our incantations
and the arts of the magician.
from Ovid, Metamorphoses, translation by Ronald Basto
Blessings nine!
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