While Aphrodite is looking at Actaeon, her companion, standing by the pylon with a mirror in her hand, is entering into a conversation with a young man. He is sitting on a neatly folded cloak with a bunch of grapes and a tree. Both are royal, with majestic, solemn gestures, but before us is neither Hera, nor Dionysus... Then who? Gods, who have lost their names, are transferring us from the Olympic environment into a non-mythical world. The reverse of the amphora represents the latter.