Three girls once drew lots for fun, who first should go to Hades.
Thrice they threw the die, and the cast of all fell on one. She
made mockery of the lot, which nevertheless was her true destiny.
For, unhappy girl, she slipped and fell from the house-top
afterwards, as none could have foreseen, and went to Hades even
as the lot had lighted on her. A lot tells no falsehood when it
is an evil one; but as for better chance neither the prayers of
mortals nor their hands can attain it.