People sat down in a ring on the mountainside. In the middle stood Pan, holding a reed pipe, and facing him was Apollo with a lyre in his arms.
The judge was a mountain. Tmolus cleared away the trees that covered his ears, so that he could hear both sounds.
Among the people was one wearing a crown. It was that same Midas, the one known for the story about the gold. He did not yet know what he was going to say that day.