At the gate of the underworld a man stood holding a lyre, but the ferryman said he did not take the living. So the man laid a hand on the strings.
At the first sound the oar stopped, and the three headed dog that kept the gate left off barking. Even the river lowered its voice.
The boat came quietly to the bank, and the ferryman took him aboard without a word. Orpheus was on his way to fetch his wife.