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Elysium, Home of Blessed Dead

Hades I, Realm of Dead (Archaic)

Hades II, Realm of Dead (Mystic)

Hades III, Realm of Dead (Roman)

Oceanus, Earth-Encircling River

Olympus, Home of the Gods

Tartarus I, Storm Pit Beneath Earth

Tartarus II, Dungeon of Damned


Aea, Land of the Far East

Aethiopia, Land of the Far South

Atlantis, Land of the Far West

Erytheia, Land of the Far West

Heliades, Land of the Far South

Hesperia, Land of the Far West

Hyperborea, Land of the Far North

India, Land of the Far South

Panchaea, Land of the Far South

Thule, Land of the Far North

Fantastic Tribes of Terra Incognita

Mythical Islands of Mare Incognita

OLYMPOS was the home of the gods. They dwelt in fabulous palaces of marble and gold built on the peak of the mountain high above the clouds.

Sometimes the gods' citadel stands at the apex of the solid bronze dome of the sky, high above the peak of Mount Olympus. In the Iliad (5.709ff) Hera descends from the sky dome in her chariot to speak with Zeus who is seated on the peak of Mount Olympos.

N.B. This page is incomplete and under construction.


Homer, Iliad 1. 43 ff (trans. Lattimore) (Greek epic C8th B.C.) :
"So he [the priest Khryseus] spoke in prayer, and Phoibos Apollon heard him, and strode down along the pinnacles of Olympos, angered in his heart, carrying across his shoulders the bow and the hooded quiver."

Homer, Iliad 1. 221 ff :
"And she [Athena] went back again to Olympos to the house of Zeus of the aegis with the other divinities (daimones)."

Homer, Iliad 1. 390 ff :
"[Akhilleus beseaches his mother Thetis:] You then, if you have power to, protect your own son, going to Olympos and supplicating Zeus, if ever before now either by word you comforted Zeus’ heart or by action . . . You said you only among the immortals beat aside shameful destruction from Kronos’ son the dark-misted, that time when all the other Olympians sought to bind him, Hera and Poseidon and Pallas Athene. Then you, goddess, went and set him free from his shackles, summoning in speed the creature of the hundred hands to tall Olympos . . . He rejoicing in the glory of it sat down by Kronion, and the rest of the blessed gods were frightened and gave up binding him. Sit beside him and take his knees and remind him of these things now . . . ’
Thetis answered him then . . . ‘I will go to cloud-dark Olympos and ask this thing of Zeus who delights in thunder (terpikeraunos) . . . Zeus went to the blameless Aithiopes at the Okeanos yesterday to feat, and the rest of the gods went with him. On the twelfth day he will be coming back to Olympos, and then I will go for your sake to the house of Zeus, bronze-founded, and take him by the knees and I think I can persuade him.’"

Homer, Iliad 1. 493 ff :
"But when the twelfth dawn after this day appeared, the gods who live forever came back to Olympos all in a body and Zeus led them; nor did Thetis forget the entreaties of her son [Akhilleus], but she emerged from the sea’s waves early in the morning and went up to the tall sky and Olympos. She found Kronos’ broad-browed son (euryopa Kronides) apart from the others sitting upon the highest peak of rugged Olympos. She came and sat beside him with her left hand embracing his knees, but took him underneath the chin with her right hand and spoke in supplication to lord Zeus son of Kronos: ‘Father Zeus . . . Zeus of the counsels, lord of Olympos . . . ’
. . . He [Zeus] spoke, the son of Kronos, and nodded his head with the dark brows, and the immortally anointed hair of the great god swept from his divine head, and all Olympos was shaken.
So these two who had made their plans separated, and Thetis leapt down again from shining Olympos into the sea’s depth, but Zeus went back to his own house, and all the gods rose up from their chairs to greet the coming of their father, not one had courage to keep his place as the father advanced, but stood up to greet him. Thus he took his place on the throne; yet Hera was not ignorant, having seen how he had been plotting counsels with Thetis the silver-footed, the daughter of the sea’s ancient, and at once she spoke revilingly to Zeus the son Kronos . . .
He [Zeus] spoke, and the goddess the ox-eyed lady Hera was frightened and went and sat down in silence wrenching her heart to obedience, and all the Ouranian gods in the house of Zeus were troubled. Hephaistos . . . springing to his feet put a two-handled goblet into his mother’s hands and spoke again to her once more: ‘. . . It is too hard to fight against the Olympian. There was a time once before now I was minded to help you, and he caught me by the foot and threw me from the magic threshold, and all day long I dropped helpless, and about sunset I landed in Lemnos, and there was not much life left in me. After that fall it was the Sintian men who took care of me.’
He spoke, and the goddess of the white arms Hera smiled at him, and smiling she accepted the goblet out of her son’s hand. Thereafter beginning fro the left he poured drinks for the other gods, dipping up from the mixing bowl the sweet nectar. But among the blessed immortals uncontrollable laughter went up as they saw Hephaistos bustling about the palace.
Thus thereafter the whole day long until the sun went under they feasted, nor was anyone’s hunger denied a fair portion, nor denied the beautifully wrought lyre in the hands of Apollon nor the antiphonal sweet sound of the Mousai singing.
Afterwards when the light of the flaming sun went under they went away each one to sleep in his home where for each one the far-renowned strong-handed Hephaistos had built a house by means of his craftsmanship and cunning. Zeus the Olympian and lord of the lightning went to his own bed, where always he lay when sweet sleep came on him. Going up the bed he slept and Hera of the gold throne (khrysothronos) beside him."

Homer, Iliad 2. 1 ff :
"Now the rest of the gods, and men who were lords of chariots, slept night long, but the ease of sleep came not upon Zeus who was pondering in his heart how he might bring honour to Akhilleus . . . He cried out to the dream and addressed him in winged words: ‘Go forth, evil Dream . . . no longer are the gods who live on Olympos arguing the matter, since Hera forced them all over by her supplication.’"

Homer, Iliad 2. 48 ff :
"Now the goddess Eos (Dawn) drew close to tall Olympos with her message of light to Zeus and the other immortals."

Homer, Iliad 2. 166 ff :
"Nor did the goddess grey-eyed Athene disobey her [Hera], but went in speed down the peaks of Olympos, and lightly she arrived beside the fast ships of the Akhaians."

Homer, Iliad 2. 412 ff :
"Powerful Agamemnon spoke in prayer: ‘Zeus, exalted and mightiest, sky-dwelling (aither) in the dark mist (kelainephes) . . . ’"

Homer, Iliad 2. 447 ff :
"From the magnificent bronze the gleam went dazzling all about through the upper air (aither) to the heaven (ouranos)."

Homer, Iliad 2. 484 ff :
"You Mousai (Muses) who have your homes on Olympos."

Homer, Iliad 4. 1 ff :
"Now the gods at the side of Zeus were sitting in council over the golden floor, and among them the goddess Hebe poured them nectar as wine, while they in the golden drinking-cups drank to each other, gazing down on the city of the Trojans. Presently the son of Kronos was minded to anger Hera, if he could, with words offensive, speaking to cross her . . .
So he spoke; and Athene and Hera muttered, since they were sitting close to each other, devising evil for the Trojans."

Homer, Iliad 3. 407 ff :
"[Helene rebukes Aphrodite:] Abandon the gods'way, turn your feet back never again to the path of Olympos."

Homer, Iliad 4. 75 ff :
"Speaking so he [Zeus] stirred up Athene, who was eager before this, and she went in a flash of speed down the pinnacles of Olympos. As when the son of devious-devising Kronos casts down a star, portent to sailors or to widespread armies of peoples glittering, and thickly the sparks of fire break from it, in such a likeness Pallas Athene swept flashing earthward and plunged between the two hosts [of Greeks and Trojans]."

Homer, Iliad 5. 355 ff :
"There to the left of the fighting she [Aphrodite] found Ares the violent sitting . . . Dropping on one knee before her beloved brother in deep supplication she asked for his gold-bridled horses: ‘Beloved brother, rescue me and give me your horses so I may come to Olympos where is the place (hedos) of the immortals. I am in too much pain from the wound of a mortal’s spear-stroke, Tydeus’ son’s, who would fight now even against Zeus father.’
So she spoke, and Ares gave her the gold-bridled horses, and, still grieved in the inward heart, she mounted he chariot and beside her entering Iris gathered the reins up and whipped them into a run, and they winged their way unreluctant.
Now as they came to sheer Olympos, the place of the immortals, there swift Iris the wind-footed reined in her horses and slipped them from the yoke and threw fodder immortal before them, and now bright Aphrodite fell at the knees of her mother, Dione."

Homer, Iliad 5. 398 ff :
Many of us who have our homes on Olympos endure things from men, when ourselves we inflict hard pain on each other . . .
Aides the gigantic had to endure with the rest the flying arrow when this self-same man [Herakles], the son of Zeus of the aegis, struck him among the dead men at Pylos, and gave him to agony; but he went up to the house of Zeus and to tall Olympos heavy at heart, stabbed through and through with pain, for the arrow was driven into his heavy shoulder, and his spirit was suffering. But Paiëon, scattering medicines that still pain, healed him, since he was not made to be one of the mortals. Brute, heavy-handed, who thought nothing of the bad he was doing, who with his archery hurt the gods that dwell on Olympos!"

Homer, Iliad 5. 709 ff :
"Now as the goddess Hera of the white arms [on Olympos] perceived how the Argives were perishing in the strong encounter [with the Trojans led by Ares], immediately she spoke to Pallas Athene . . .
So she spoke, nor did the goddess grey eyed Athene disobey her. But Hera, high goddess, daughter of Kronos the mighty, went away to harness the gold-bridled horses. Then Hebe in speed set about the chariot the curved wheels eight-spoked and brazen, with an axle of iron both ways. Golden is the wheel’s felly imperishable, and outside it is joined, a wonder to look upon, the brazen running-rim, and the silver naves revolve on either side of the chariot, whereas the car itself is lashed fast with plaiting of gold and silver, with double chariot rails that circle about it, and the pole of he chariot is silver, to whose extremity Hebe made fast the golden and splendid yoke, and fastened the harness, golden and splendid, and underneath the yoke Hera, furious for hate and battle, led the swift-running horses.
Now in turn Athene, daughter of Zeus of the aegis, beside the threshold of her father slipped off her elaborate dress which she herself had wrought with her hands’ patience, and now assuming the war tunic of Zeus who gathers the clouds . . . She set her feet in the blazing chariot and took up a spear heavy, huge, thick, wherewith she beats down the battalions of fighting men, against whom she of the mighty father is angered.
Hera laid the lash swifty on the horses; and moving of themselves groaned the gates of he sky that the Horai (Hours) guarded, those Horai to whose charge is give the huge sky and Olympos, to open up the dense darkness or again to close it. Through the way between they held the speed of their goaded horses. They found the son of Kronos sitting apart from the other gods, upon the highest peak of rugged Olympos. There the goddess of the white arms, Hera, stopping her horses, spoke to Zeus, high son of Kronos, and asked him a question: ‘Father Zeus, are you not angry with Ares for his violent acts . . .?’
Then in turn the father of gods and men made answer: ‘Go to it then, and set against him the spoiler Athene, who beyond all others is the one to visit harsh pains upon him.’
So he spoke, nor did the goddess of the white arms, Hera, disobey, but lashed on the horses, and they winged their way unreluctant through the space between the earth and the starry heaven. As far as into the hazing distance a man can see with his eyes, who sits in his eyrie gazing on the wine-blue water, as far as this is the stride of the gods’ proud neighing horses."

Homer, Iliad 5. 855 ff :
"Then Ares the brazen [wounded by Diomedes at Troy] bellowed with a sound as great as nine thousand men make, or ten thousand . . .
As when out of the thunderhead the air shows darkening after a day’s heat when the stormy wind uprises, thus to Tydeus’ son Diomedes Ares the brazen showed as he went up with the clouds into the wide heaven. Lightly he came to the gods’ citadel, headlong Olympos, and sat down beside Kronian Zeus, grieving in his spirit, and showed him the immortal blood dripping from the spear cut."

Homer, Iliad 5. 907 ff :
"Meanwhile, the two [goddesses] went back again to the house of great Zeus, Hera of Argos, with Athene who stands by her people (Alalkomeneis), after they stopped the murderous work of manslaughtering Ares."

APOLLON OLYMPOS 7.17 seer & gods 7.43 metamorphosis gods 7.58 ZEUS 7.60
Now as the goddess grey-eyed Athene was aware of these two [Hektor and Paris] destroying the men of Argos in the strong encounter, she went down in a flash of speed from the peaks of Olympos to sacred Ilion, where Apollon stirred forth to meet her from his seat on Pergamos, where he planned that the Trojans should conquer. These two then encountered each other beside the oak tree, and speaking first the son of Zeus, lord Apollon, addressed her: ‘What can be your desire this time, o daughter of great Zeus, that you came down from Olympos at the urge of your mighty spirit? To give the Danaans victory in battle, turning it back? Since you have no pity at all for the Trojans who are dying. But if you might only do as I say, it would be far better. For this day let us put an end to the hatred and the fighting now; they shall fight again hereafter, till we witness the finish they make of Ilion, since it is dear to the heart of you, who are goddesses immortal, that this city shall be made desolate.’
Then in answer the goddess grey-eyed Athene spoke to him: ‘Worker from afar (hekaergos), thus let it be. These were my thoughts also as I came down from Olympos among the Akhaians and Trojans. Tell me then, how are you minded to stop these men in their fighting?’
Now in turn the son of Zeus, lord Apollon, addressed her: ‘Let us rouse up the strong heart in Hektor, breaker of horses, if he might call forth some Danaan to do battle against him, single man against single man, in bitter combat; and let the strong-greaved Akhaians, stirred into admiration, send forth a single man to do battle with brilliant Hektor.’
He spoke, nor failed to persuade the goddess grey-eyed Athene. Now Helenos [the seer], Priamos’ beloved son, gathered into his heart their deliberation, and all that pleased the musing divinities. He went on his way and stood beside Hektor and spoke a word to him: ‘Hektor, o son of Priamos and equal of Zeus in counsel, would you now be persuaded by me, for I am your brother? Make the rest of the Trojans sit down, and all the Akhaians, and yourself call forth one of the Akhaians, their bravest, to fight man to man against you in bitter combat. Since it is not your destiny yet to die and encounter fate. For thus I heard it in the speech of the gods everlasting.’
So he spoke, and Hektor hearing his word was happy, and went into the space between and forced back the Trojan battalions, holding his spear by the middle, until they were all seated, while Agamemnon in turn seated the strong-greaved Akhaians, and Athene and the lord of the silver bow, Apollon, assuming the likenesses of birds, of vultures, settles aloft the great oak tree of their father, Zeus of the aigis, taking their ease and watching these men whose ranks, dense-settled, shuddered into a bristle of spears, of shields and of helmets.

GODS ZEUS OLYMPOS 7.443 APOLLON Troy wall 7.452
The flowing-haired Akhaians laboured [building defensive fortifications around their ships], and meanwhile the gods in session at the side of Zeus who handles the lightning watched the huge endeavour of the bronze-armoured Akhaians; and the god Poseidon who shakes the earth (Ennosikhthon) began speaking among them: ‘Father Zeus, is there any mortal left on the wide earth who will still declare to the immortals his mind and his purpose? Do you not see how now these flowing-haired Akhaians have built a wall landward of their ships, and driven about it a ditch, and not given to the gods any grand sacrifice? Now the fame of this will last as long as dawnlight is scattered, and men will forget that wall which I and Phoibos Apollon built with our hard work for the hero Laomedon’s city.’
Deeply troubled, Zeus who gathers the clouds answered him: ‘What thing to have said, earth shaker of the wide strength (ennosigaios eurysthenes). Some other one of he gods might fear such a thought, one who is a god far weaker of his hands and in anger than you are; but the fame of you shall last as long as dawnlight is scattered. Come then! After once more the flowing-haired Akhaians are gone back with their ships to the beloved land of their fathers, break their wall to pieces and scatter it into the salt sea and pile again the beach deep under the sands and cover it; so let the great wall of the Akhaians go down to destruction.’

Now Eos (Dawn) the yellow-robed scattered over all the earth. Zeus who joys in the thunder made an assembly of all the immortals upon the highest peak of rugged Olympos. There he spoke to them himself, and the other divinities listened: ‘Hear me, all you gods and all you goddesses: hear me while I speak forth what the heart within my breast urges. Now let no female divinity, nor male god either, presume to cut across the way of my word, but consent to it all of you, so that I can make an end in speed of these matters. And any one I perceive against the gods’ will attempting to go among the Trojans and help them, or among the Danaans, he shall go whipped against his dignity back to Olympos; or I shall take him and dash him down to the murk of Tartaros, far below, where the uttermost depth of the pit lies under earth, where there are gates of iron and a brazen doorstone, as far beneath the house of Aides as from earth the sky lies. Then he will see how far I am strongest of all the immortals. Come, you gods, make this endeavour, that you all may learn this. Let down out of the sky a cord of gold; lay hold of it all you who are gods and all who are goddesses, yet not even so can you drag down Zeus from the sky to the ground, not Zeus the high lord of counsel, though you try until you grow weary. Yet whenever I might strongly be minded to pull you, I could drag you up, earth and all and sea and all with you, then fetch the golden rope about the horn of Olympos and make it fast, so that all once more should dangle in mid air. So much stronger am I than the gods, and stronger than mortals.’
So he spoke, and all of them stayed stricken to silence, stunned at his word, for indeed he had spoken to them very strongly. But now at long last the goddess grey-eyed Athene answered him: ‘Son of Kronos, our father, o lordliest of the mighty, we know already your strength and how none can stand up against it. Yet even so we are sorrowful for the Danaan spearmen who must fill out an unhappy destiny, and perish. Still we shall keep out of the fighting, as you command us; yet we will put good counsel in the Argives; if it may help them, so that not all of them will die because of your anger.’
Then Zeus the gatherer of the clouds smiled at her and answered: ‘Tritogeneia, dear daughter, do not lose heart; for I say this not in outright anger, and my meaning toward you is kindly.’

So he [Hektor] spoke, boasting [that he would slay Diomedes and Nestor, who were routed in battle by the lightning of Zeus], and the lady Hera was angry (nemesaô), and started upon her throne, and tall Olympos was shaken, and she spoke straight out to the great god Poseidon: ‘For shame, now far-powerful shaker of the earth. In your breast the heart takes no sorrow for the Danaans who are dying, they who at Helike and at Aigai bring you offerings numerous and delightful. Do you then plan that they conquer. For if all of us who stand by the Danaans only were willing to hurl back the Trojans and hold of Zeus of the broad brows, he would be desperate, there where he sits by himself on Ida.’
Deeply troubled, the powerful shaker of the earth (kreiôn enosikhthôn) answered her ‘Hera, reckless of word, what sort of thing have you spoken? I would not be willing that all the rest of us fight with Zeus, the son of Kronos, since he is so much the greater.’

GODS HERA 8.341 GORGON 8.348 ZEUS 8.357, Zeus, Olympos, Haides 8.361
Hektor followed close on the heels of the flowing-haired Akhaians, killing ever the last of the men; and they fled in terror. But after they had crossed back over the ditch and the sharp stakes in flight, and many had gone down under the hands of the Trojans, they reined in and stood fast again beside their ships, calling aloud upon each other, and to all of the gods uplifting their hands each man of them cried out his prayers in a great voice, while Hektor, wearing the stark eyes of a Gorgon, or murderous Ares, wheeled about at the edge his bright-maned horses.
Now seeing them the goddess of the white arms, Hera, took pity and immediately she spoke to Pallas Athene her winged words: ‘For shame, daughter of Zeus who wears the aegis! no longer shall we care for the Danaans in their uttermost hour of destruction? There must then fill out an evil destiny, and perish in the wind of one man’s fury where none can stand now against him, Hektor, Priamos’ son, who has wrought so much evil already.’
Then in turn the goddess grey-eyed Athene answered her: ‘Yet even this man would have his life and strength taken from him, dying under the hands of the Argives in his own country; but it is my father who is so furious in his heart of evil. He is hard, and forever wicked; he crosses my high hopes, nor remembers all those many times I rescued his own son, Herakles, when the tasks of Eurystheus were too much for his strength. And time and again he would cry out aloud to the heavens, and Zeus would send me down in speed from the sky to help him. If in the wiliness of my heart I had had thoughts like his, when Herakles was sent down to Aides of the Gates (pylartês), to hale back from Erebos (the Kingdom of the Dark) the hound of the grisly death god, never would he have got clear of the steep-dripping Stygian water. Yet now Zeus hates me, and is bent to the wishes of Thetis who kissed his knees and stroked his chin in her hand, and entreated that he give honour to Akhilleus, sacker of cities. Yet time shall be when he calls me again his dear girl of the grey eyes. So then: do you put under their harness our single-foot horses while I go back into the house of Zeus, the lord of the aigis, and arm me in my weapons of war. So shall I discover whether the son of Priamos, Hektor of the shining helmet, will feel joy to see us apparent on the outworks of battle, or see if some Trojan give the gods and the birds their desire with fat and flesh, struck down beside the ships of the Akhaians.’
OLYMPOS Hera chariot 8.381
She spoke, nor failed to persuade the goddess Hera of the white arms. And she, Hera, exalted goddess, daughter of Kronos the mighty, went away to harness the gold-bridle horses. Now in turn Athene, daughter of Zeus of the aigis, beside the threshold of her father slipped off her elaborate dress which she herself had wrought with her hands’ patience, and now assuming the war tunic of Zeus who gathers the clouds, she armed herself in her gear for the dismal fighting. She set her feet in the blazing chariot, and took up a spear, heavy, huge, thick, wherewith she beats down the battalions of fighting men, against whom she of the mighty father is angered. Hera laid the lash swiftly on the horses; and moving of themselves groaned the gates of the sky that the Horai (Hours) guarded, those Horai to whose charge is given the huge sky and Olympos to open up the dense darkness or again to close it. Through the way between they held the speed of their goaded horses.

He spoke, and Iris, storm-footed, rose with his message and took her way from the peaks of Ida to tall Olympos, and at the utmost gates of many-folded Olympos met and stayed them, and spoke the word that Zeus had given her: ‘Where so furious? Hoe can your hearts so storm within you? The son of Kronos will not let you stand by the Argives. Since Zeus has uttered this threat and will make it a thing accomplished: that he will lame beneath the harness your fast-running horses, and hurl yourselves from the driver’s place, and smash your chariot; and not in the circle of ten returning years would you be whole of the wounds where the stroke of the lightning this you; so that you may know, grey-eyed goddess, when it is your father you fight with. Yes, you, bold brazen wench, are audacious indeed, if truly you dare to lift up your gigantic spear in the face of your father. Yet with Hera is not so angry, neither indignnt, since it is ever her way to cross the commands he gives her.’
So Iris the swift-footed spoke and went away from them, and now Hera spoke a word to Pallas Athene: ‘Alas, daughter of Zeus of the aigis: I can no longer let us fight in the face of Zeus for the sake of mortals. Let one of them perish then, let another live, as their fortune wills; let him, as is his right and as his heart pleases, work out whatever decrees he will on Danaans and Trojans.’
OLYMPOS horses ambrosia 8.432
So she spoke, and turned back again her single-foot horses, and the Horai (Hours) set free their flowing-maned horses from the harness, and tethered them at their mangers that were piled with ambrosia and leaned the chariot against the shining inward wall. Meanwhile the goddesses themselves took their place on the golden couches among the other immortals, their hearts deep grieving within them.
Now father Zeus steered back from Ida his strong-wheeled chariot and horses to Olympos, and came among the gods’ sessions, while for him the famed shaker of the earth [Poseidon] set free his horses, and put the chariot on its stand, with a cloth spread over it. Then Zeus himself of the wide brows took his place on the golden throne, as underneath his feet tall Olympos was shaken. These two alone, Hera and Athene, stayed seated apart aside from Zeus, and would not speak to him, nor ask him a question; but he knew the whole matter within his heart, and spoke to them: ‘Why then are you two sorrowful, Athene and Hera? Surely in the battle where men win glory you were not wearied out, destroying those Trojans on whom you have set your grim wrath. In the whole account, such is my strength and my hand so invincible, not all the gods who are on Olympos could turn me backward, but before this the trembling took hold of your shining bodies, before you could look upon the fighting and war’s work of sorrow for I will say straight out, and it would now be a thing accomplished: once hit in your car by the lightning stroke you could never have come back to Olympos, where is the place of the immortals.’

The pressure held their heads on a line, and they whirled and fought like wolves, and Eris (Hate), the Lady of Sorrow (polystonos), was gladdened to watch them. She alone of all the immortals (theoi) attended this action but the other immortals were not there, but sat quietly remote and apart in their palaces (dômata), where for each one of them a house had been built in splendour along the folds of Olympos. All were blaming the son of Kronos, Zeus of the dark mists, because his will was to give glory to the Trojans. To these gods the father gave no attention at all, but withdrawn from them and rejoicing in the pride of his strength sat apart from the others looking out over the city of Troy and the ships of the Akhaians, watching the flash of bronze, and men killing and men killed.

OLYMPOS 11.218
You Mousai who have your homes (dômata) on Olympos.

As a thunderbolt, which the son of Kronos catching up in his hand shakes from the shining edge of Olympos, flashes as a portent to men and the bright glints shine from it.

13.521 OLYMPOS
"[Ares] sheltered under the golden clouds on utmost Olympos, was sitting, held fast by command of Zeus, where the rest of the immortal gods were sitting still, in restraint from battle."

14.153 HERA, OLYMPOS , ZEUS 14.166 chamber toilette of Hera 14.170 ambrosia, Olympos
Now Hera, she of the golden throne (khrysothronos), standing on Olympos’ horn, looked out with her eyes, and saw at once how Poseidon, who was her very brother and her lord’s brother, was bustling about the battle where men win glory, and her heart was happy. Then she saw Zeus, sitting along the loftiest summit on Ida of the springs, and in her eyes he was hateful. And now the lady ox-eyed (boôpis potnia) Hera was divided in purpose as to who she could beguile the brain of Zeus of the aigis (aigiokhos). And to her mind this thing appeared to the best counsel, to array herself in loveliness, and go down to Ida, and perhaps he might be taken with desire to lie in love with her next her skin, and she might be taken with desire to lie in love with her next her skin, and she might be able to drift an innocent warm sleep across his eyelids, and seal his crafty perceptions. She went into her chamber, which her beloved son Hephaistos had built for her, and closed the leaves in the door-posts snugly with a secret door-bar, and no other of the gods could open it. There entering she drew shut the leaves of the shining door, then first from her adorable body washed away all stains with ambrosia, and next anointed herself with ambrosial sweet olive oil, which stood there in its fragrance beside her, and from which, stirred in the house of Zeus by the golden pavement, a fragrance was shaken forever forth, on earth and in heaven. When with this he had anointed her delicate body and combed her hair, next with her hands she arranged her shining and lovely and ambrosial curls along her immortal head, and dressed in an ambrosial robe that Athene had made her carefully, smooth, and with many figures upon it, and pinned it across her breast with a golden brooch, and circled her waist about with a zone that floated a hundred tassels, and in the lobes of her carefully pierced ears she put rings and triple drops in mulberry clusters, radiant with beauty, and, lovely among goddesses, she veiled her head downward with a sweet fresh veil that glimmered pale like the sunlight. Underneath her shining feet she bound on the fair sandals. Now, when she had clothed her body in all this loveliness, she went out from the chamber, and called aside Aphrodite to come away from the rest of the gods, and spoke a word to her: ‘Would you do something for me, dear child, if I were to ask you? Or would you refuse it? Are you forever angered against me because I defend the Danaans, while you help the Trojans?’
Then the daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite, answered her: ‘Hera, honoured goddess, daughter to mighty Kronos, speak forth whatever is in your mind. My heart is urgent to do it if I can, and if it is a thing that can be accomplished.’

HERA cont … 14.225 OLYMPOS; 14.238 HEPHAISTOS; 14.247 ZEUS
So Aphrodite went back into the house, Zeus’ daughter, while Hera in a flash of speed left the horn of Olympos and crossed over Pieria and Emathia the lovely and overswept the snowy hills of the Thracian riders and their uttermost pinnacles, nor touched the ground with her feet. Then from Athos she crossed over the heaving main sea and came to Lemnos, and to the city of godlike Thoas. There she encountered Hypnos (Sleep), the brother of Thanatos (Death). She clung fast to his hand and spoke a word and called him by name: 'Hypnos, lord over all mortal men and all gods, if ever before now you listened to word of mine, so now also do as I ask; and all my days I shall know gratitude. Put to sleep the shining eyes of Zeus under his brows as soon as I have lain beside him in love. I will give you gifts; a lovely throne, imperishable forever, of gold. My own son, he of the strong arms, Hephaistos, shall make it with careful skill and make for your feet a footstool on which you can rest your shining feet when you take your pleasure.'

Then with false lying purpose the lady Hera answered him: ‘Most honoured son of Kronos, what sort of thing have you spoken? If now your great desire is to lie in love together here on the peaks of Ida, everything can be seen. Then what would happen if some one of the gods everlasting saw us sleeping, and went and told all the other immortals of it? I would not simply rise out of bed and go back again, into your house, and such a thing would be shameful. No, if this is your heart’s desire, if this is your wish, then there is my chamber, which my beloved son Hephaistos has built for me, and closed the leaves in the door-posts snugly. We can go back there and lie down, since bed is your pleasure.’

But now Zeus wakened by Hera of the gold throne on the high places of Ida, and stood suddenly upright, and saw the Akhaians and Trojans, these driven to flight, the others harrying them in confusion, these last Argives, and saw among them the lord Poseidon. He saw Hektor lying in the plain, his companions sitting around him, he dazed at the heart and breathing painfully, vomiting blood, since not the weakest Akhaian had hit him. Then the father of gods and men seeing Hektor pitied him and looked scowling terribly at Hera, and spoke a word to her: ‘Hopeless one, it was your evil design, your treachery, Hera, that stayed brilliant Hektor from battle, terrified his people. I do not know, perhaps for this contrivance of evil and pain you will win first reward when I lash you with whip strokes. Do you not remember that time you hung from high and on your feet I slung two anvils, and about your hands drove a golden chain, unbreakable. You among the clouds and the bright sky hung, nor could the gods about tall Olympos endure it and stood about, but could not set you free. If I caught one I would seize and throw him from the threshold, until he landed stunned on the earth, yet even so the weariless agony for Herakles the godlike would not let go my spirit. You with Boreas’ (the North Wind’s) aid winning over the stormwinds (anemoi thuellai) drove him on across the desolate sea in evil intention and then on these swept him away to Kos, the strong-founded. I myself rescued him there and brought him back once more to horse-pasturing Argos, when he had been through much hardship. I will remind you of all this, so you will give up your deceptions, see if your love-making in bed will help you, that way you lay with me apart from the gods and deceive me.’
He spoke, and the lady ox-eyed Hera was frightened and she spoke to him and addressed him in winged words: ‘Now let Earth be my witness in this, and the wide heaven above us, and the dripping water of the Styx, which oath is the biggest and most formidable oath among the blessed immortals. The sanctity of your head be witness, and the bed of marriage between us: a thing by which I at least could never swear vainly. It is not through my will that the shaker of the earth Poseidon afflicts the Trojans and Hektor and gives aid to the others, but it is his own passion that urges him to it and drives him. He saw the Akhaians hard pressed beside their ships, and pitied them. No, but I myself also would give him counsel to go with you, o dark clouded, that way that you lead us.’
She spoke, and now the father of gods and men smiled on her and spoke again in answer to her, and addressed her in winged words: ‘If even you, lady Hera of the ox eyes, hereafter were to take your place among the immortals thinking as I do, then Poseidon, hard though he may wish it otherwise must at once turn his mind so it follows your heart, and my heart. If now all this that you say is real, and you speak truthfully, go now among the generations of the gods, and summon Iris to come here to me, and Apollon the glorious archer, so that Iris may go among the bronze-armoured people of the Akhaians, and give a message to lord Poseidon to leave the fighting and come back to the home that is his. Also let Phoibos Apollon stir Hektor back into battle, breathe strength into him once more, and make him forget the agonies that now are wearing out his senses. Let him drive strengthless panic into the Akhaians, and turn them back once more; let them be driven in flight and tumble back on the benched ships of Akhilleus, Peleus’ son. And he shall rouse up Patroklos his companion. And glorious Hektor shall cut down Patroklos with the spear before Ilion, after he has killed many others of the young men, and mong them my own son, shining Sarpedon. In anger for him brilliant Akhilleus shall then kill Hektor. And from then on I would make the fighting surge back from the vessels always and continuously, until the Akhaians capture headlong Ilion through the designs of Athene. Before this I am not stopping my anger, and I will not let any other of the immortals stand there by the Danaans until the thing asked by the son of Peleus has been accomplished as I undertook at the first and bent my head in assent to it on that day when embracing my knees immortal Thetis supplicated honour for Akhilleus, sacker of cities.’
15.78 OLYMPOS (incl. role of Themis on Olympos) …
He spoke, and the goddess of the white arms Hera did not disobey him but went back to tall Olympos from the mountains of Ida. As the thought flashes in the mind of a man who, traversing much territory, thinks of things in the mind’s awareness, ‘I wish I were this place, or this’, and imagines many things; so rapidly in her eagerness winged Hera, a goddess. She came to sheer Olympos and entered among the assembled immortal gods in the house of Zeus, and they seeing her rose all to swarm about her and lifted their cups in greeting. But Hera passed by the others and accepted a cup from Themis of the fair cheeks, since she had first come running to greet her and had spoken to her and addressed her in winged words: ‘Hera, why have you come? You seem like one who has been terrified. I know, it was the son of Kronos, your husband, frightened you.’
In turn the goddess Hera of the white arms answered her: ‘Ask me nothing of this, divine Themis. You yourself know what his spirit is, how it is stubborn and arrogant. Preside still over the gods in their house, the feast’s fair division. Yet so much may you hear, and with you all the other immortals, how Zeus discloses evil actions, and I do not think the heart of all will be pleasured alike, neither among mortals nor gods either, although one now still feasts at his pleasure.’
The lady Hera spoke so and sat down, and the gods about the house of Zeus were troubled. Hera was smiling with her lips, but above the dark brows her forehead was not at peace. She spoke before them all in vexation: ‘Fools, we who try to work against Zeus, thoughtlessly. Still we are thinking in our anger to go near, and stop him by argument or force. He sits apart and cares nothing nor thinks of us, and says that among the other immortals he is pre-eminently the greatest in power and strength. Therefore each of you must take whatever evil he sends you. Since I think already a sorrow has been wrought against Ares. His son has been killed in the fighting, dearest of all men to him, Askalaphos, whom stark Ares calls his own son.’
So she spoke. Then Ares struck against both his big things with the flats of his hands, and spoke a word of anger and sorrow: ‘Now, you who have your homes on Olympos, you must not blame me for going among the ships of the Akhaians, and avenging my son’s slaughter, even though it be my fate to be struck by Zeus’ thunderbolt, and sprawl in the blood and dust by the dead men.’
15.119 OLYMPOS
So he spoke, and ordered Phobos (Fear) and Deimos (Terror) to harness his horses and himself got into his shining armour. And there might have been wrought another anger, and bitterness from Zeus, still greater, more wearisome among the immortals, had not Athene, in her fear for the sake of all gods, sprung up and out through the forecourt, left her chair where she was sitting, and taken the helmet off from his head, the shield from his shoulders, and snatched out of his heavy hand the bronze spear, and fixed it apart, and then in speech reasoned with violent Ares: ‘Madman, mazed of your wits, this is ruin! Your ears can listen still to reality, but your mind is gone and your discipline. Do you not hear what the goddess Hera of the white arms tells us, and she coming back even now from Zeus of Olympos? Do you wish, after running the course of many misfortunes yourself, still to come back to Olympos under compulsion though reluctant, and plant seed of great sorrow among the rest of us? Since he will at once leave the Akhaians and the high-hearted Trojans, and come back to batter us on Olympos and will catch up as they come the guilty one and the guiltless. Therefore I ask of you to give up your anger for your son. By now some other, better of his strength and hands than your son was, has been killed, or will soon be killed; and it is a hard thing to rescue all the generation and seed of all mortals.’
So she spoke, and seated on a chair violent Ares. But Hera called to come with her outside the house Apollon and Iris, who is messenger among the immortal gods, and spoke to them and addressed them in winged words: ‘Zeus wishes both of you to go to him with all speed, at Ida; but when you have come there and looked upon Zeus’ countenance, then you must do whatever he urges you, and his orders.’
So the lady Hera spoke, and once more returning sat on her throne. They in a flash of speed winged their way onward. They came to Ida with all her springs, the mother of wild beasts, and found the wide-browed son of Kronos on the height of Gargaron, sitting still, and fragrant cloud gathered in a circle about him. These two came into the presence of Zeus the cloud gatherer and stood, nor was his heart angry when he looked upon them, seeing they had promptly obeyed the message of his dear lady.

ZEUS HAIDES division universe15.186 ; 15.193 OLYMPOS ; 15.197 OLYMPIAN GODS
Then deeply vexed the famed shaker of the earth spoke to her: ‘No, no. Great though he is, this that he has said is too much, if he will force me against my will, me, who am his equal in rank. Since we are three brothers born by Rhea to Kronos, Zeus, and I, and the third is Haides, lord of the dead men. All was divided among us three ways, each given his domain. I when the lots were shaken drew the grey sea to live in forever; Haides drew the lot of the mists and the darkness, and Zeus was allotted the wide sky, in the cloud and the bright air. But earth and high Olympos are common to all three. Therefore I am no part of the min of Zeus. Let him in tranquillity and powerful as he is stay satisfied with his third share. And let him absolutely stop frightening me, as if I were mean, with his hands. It were better to keep for the sons and the daughters he got himself these blusterings and these threats of terror. They will listen, because they must, to whatever he tells them.’
Then in turn swift wind-footed Iris answered him: ‘Am I then to carry, o dark-haired (kyanokhaites), earth-encircler (gaieokhos), this word, which is strong and steep, back to Zeus from you? Or will you change a little? The hearts of the great can be changed. You know the Erinyes (Furies), how they forever side with the elder.’
Then in turn the shaker of the earth (ennosikhthon) Poseidon spoke to her: ‘Now this, divine Iris, was a word quite properly spoken. It is a fine thing when a messenger is conscious of justice. But this thin comes as a bitter sorrow to my heart and my spirit, when Zeus tries in words of anger to reprimand one who is his equal in station, and endowed with destiny like his. Still, this time I will give way, for all my vexation. But I will say this also, and make it a threat in my anger. If ever, acting apart from me and Athene the spoiler, apart from Hera and Hermes and lord Hephaistos, he shall spare headlong Ilion, and shall not be willing to take it by storm, and bestow great victory on the Argives, let him be sure, there will be no more healing of our anger.’
The shaker of the earth (ennosigaios) spoke, and left the Akhaian people, and went, merging in the sea, and the fighting Akhaians longed for him.

18.165 HERA, ZEUS 18.185 Olympos
And now he [Hektor] would have dragged it [the body of Patroklos] away and won glory forever had not swift wind-footed Iris come running from Olympos with a message for [Akhilleus] Peleus’ son to arm. She came secretly from Zeus and the other gods, since it was Hera who sent her. She came and stood close to him and addressed him in winged words: ‘Rise up, son of Peleus, most terrifying of men. Defend Patroklos, for whose sake the terrible fighting stands now in front of the ships. They are destroying each other; the Akhaians fight in defence over the fallen body while the others, the Trojans, are rushing to drag the corpse off to windy Ilion, and beyond all glorious Hektor rages to haul it away, since the anger within him is urgent to cut the head from the soft neck and set it on sharp stakes. Up, then, lie here no longer; let shame come into your heart, lest Patroklos become sport for the dogs of Troy to worry, your shame, if the body goes from here with defilement upon it.’
Then in turn Akhilleus of the swift feet answered her: ‘Divine Iris, what god sent you to me with a message?’
Then in turn swift wind-footed Iris spoke to him: ‘Hera sent me, the honoured wife of Zeus; but the son of Kronos, who sits on high, does not know this, nor any other immortal, of all those who dwell by the snows of Olympos.’
Then in answer to her spoke Akhilleus of the swift feet: ‘How shall I go into the fighting? They have my armour. And my beloved mother told me I must not be armoured, not before with my own eyes I see her come back to me. She promised she would bring magnificent arms from Hephaistos … ‘

18.369 OLYMPOS
Thetis of the silver feet came to the house of Hephaistos, imperishable, starry, and shining among the immortals, built in bronze for himself by the god of the dragging footsteps.

19.126 OLYMPOS
He caught by the shining hair of her head the goddess Ate (Delusion) in the anger of his heart, and swore a great oath, that never after this might Ate, who deludes all, come back to Olympos and the starry sky. So speaking, he whirled her about in his hand and slung her out of the starry heaven, and presently she came to men’s establishments. But Zeus would forever grieve over her each time that he saw his dear son doing some shameful work of the tasks that Eurystheus set him.
So I in my time, when tall Hektor of the shining helm was forever destroying the Argives against the sterns of their vessels, could not forget Ate (Delusion), the way I was first deluded. But since I was deluded and Zeus took my wits away from me, I am willing to make all good and give back gifts in abundance.

Zeus, from the many-folded peak of Olympos, told Themis to summon all the gods into assembly. She went everywhere, and told them to make their way to Zeus’ house. There was no River who was not there, only Okeanos, there was not any one of the nymphs who live in the lovely groves, and the springs of the rivers and grass of the meadows, who came not. These all assembling into the house of Zeus cloud gathering took places among the smooth-stone cloister walks which Hephaistos had built for Zeus the father by his craftsmanship and contrivance.
So they were assembled within Zeus’ house; and the shaker of the earth did not fail to hear the goddess, but came up among them from the sea, and sat in the midst of them, and asked Zeus of his counsel: ‘Why, lord of the shining bolt (theos argikeraunos), have you called the gods to assembly once more? Are you deliberating Akhaians and Trojans? For the onset of battle is almost broken to flame between them.’
In turn Zeus who gathers the clouds spoke to him in answer: ‘You have seen, shaker of the earth, the counsel within me, and why I gathered you. I think of these men though they are dying. Even so, I shall stay here upon the fold of Olympos sitting still, watching, to pleasure my heart. Meanwhile all you others go down, wherever you may go among the Akhaians and Trojans and give help to either side, as your own pleasure directs you. For if we leave Akhilleus alone to fight with the Trojans they will not even for a little hold off swift-footed Peleion. For even before now they would tremble whenever they saw him, and now, when his heart is grieved and angered for his companion’s death, I fear against destiny he may storm their fortress.’

20.141 OLYMPOS, 20.144 SEA-MONSTER; 20.151 GODS clouds, ZEUS
In turn Poseidon the shaker of the earth answered her: ‘Hera, do not be angry without purpose. It does not become you, since I at least would not have the rest of us gods encounter in battle, since indeed we are far too strong for them. Let us then go away and sit down together off the path at a viewing place, and let the men take care of their fighting. Only if Ares begins to fight, or Phoibos Apollon, or if they hold Akhilleus back and will not let him fight, then at once they will have a quarrel with us on their hands in open battle. But soon, I think, when they have fought with us they will get back to Olympos and the throng of the other gods beaten back by the overmastering strength of our hands.’
So he spoke, Poseidon of the dark hair, and led the way to the stronghold of godlike Herakles, earth-piled on both sides, a high place, which the Trojans and Pallas Athene had built him as a place of escape where he could get away from the Ketos (Sea Beast) when the charging monster drove him away to the plain from the sea-shore. There Poseidon and the gods who were with him sat down and gathered a breakless wall of cloud to darken their shoulders; while they of the other side sat down on the brows of the sweet bluffs around you, lord Apollon, and Ares sacker of cities.

AIGIS, 21.400
But upon the gods descended the wearisome burden of hatred, and the wind of their fury blew from division, and they collided with a grand crash, the broad earth echoing and the huge sky sounded as with trumpets. Zeus heard it from where he sat on Olympos, and was amused in his deep heart for pleasure, as he watched the gods’ collision in conflict.
Thereafter they stood not long apart from each other, for Ares began it, the shield-stabber, and rose up against Athene wit the brazen spear in his hand, and spoke a word of revilement: `Why once more, you dogfly, have you stirred up trouble among the gods with the blast of your blown fury, and the pride of your heart driving you? Do you not remember how you set on Diomedes, Tydeus’ son, to spear me ,and yourself laying hold of the far-seen pike pushed it straight into me and tore my skin in its beauty. So now I am minded to pay you back for all you have done me.’

ZEUS 21.435 OLYMPOS 21.438 attitude on mortals 21.463

Oulumpon de Dios poti chalkobates.
chalkobatês standing on brass, with brasen base

But now the powerful shaker of the earth spoke to Apollon: `Phoibos, why do you and I stand yet apart. It does not suit when the others have begun, and it were too shameful if without fighting we go back to the brazen house of Zeus on Olympos. Begin, you; you are younger born than I; it is not well for me to, since I am elder born that you, and know more. Young fool, what a mindless heart you have. Can you not even now remember all the evils we endured here by Ilion, you and I alone of the gods, when to proud Laomedon we came down from Zeus and for a year were his servants for a stated hire, and he told us what to do, and to do it? Then I built a wall for the Trojans about their city, wide, and very splendid, so none could break into their city, but you, Phoibos, herded his shambling horn-curved cattle along the spurs of Ida with all her folds and her forests. But when the changing seasons brought on the time for our labour to be paid, then headstrong Laomedon violated and made void all our hire, and set us away, and sent threats after us. For he threatened to hobble our feet and to bind our arms, to carry us away for slaves in the far-lying islands. He was even going to strip with bronze the ears from both of us. Then you and I took our way back with hearts full of anger and wrath for our hire which he promised us and would not accomplish it. Yet to his people you give now your grace, and you will not try with us to bring destruction on the insolent Trojans evil and complete, with their honoured wives and their children.’
In turn the lord who strikes from afar, Apollon, answered him: `Shaker of the earth, you would have me be as one without prudence if I am to fight even you for the sake of insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead. Therefore let us with all speed give up this quarrel and let the mortals fight their own battles.’

ARTEMIS, HERA cont. ZEUS 21.497 & 505 HERMES 21.497 OLYMPOS 21.505
She spoke, and caught both of her arms at the wrists in her left hand and with her right hand stripped away the bow from her shoulders, then with her own bow, smiling, boxed her ears as Artemis tried to twist away, and the flying arrows were scattered. She got under and free and fled in tears … She left her archery on the ground, and fled weeping.
Meanwhile the Guide, Argeïphontes [Hermes], addressed him to Leto: `Leto, I will not fight with you; since it is a hard thing to come to blows with the brides of Zeus who gathers the clouds. No, sooner you may freely speak among the immortal gods, and claim that you were stronger than I, and beat me.’
So he spoke, but Leto picked up the curved bow and the arrows which had fallen in the turn of the dust one way and another. When she had taken up the bow she went back to her daughter. But the maiden came to the bronze-founded house on Olympos of Zeus, and took her place kneeling at the knees of her father and the ambrosial veil trembled about her. Her father Kronides caught her against him, and laughed softly, and questioned her: `Who now of the Ouranion gods, dear child, ahs done such things to you, rashly, as if you were caught doing something wicked?’
Artemis sweet-garlanded (eustephanos) lady of clamours (keladeinos) answered him: `It was your wife, Hera of the white arms, who hit me, father, since hatred and fighting have fastened upon the immortals.’

The rest of the gods who live forever went back to Olympos, some in anger and others glorying greatly, and sat down at the side of their father the dark-misted.

These two [Akhilleus and Hektor] swept whirling about the city of Priamos in the speed of their feet, while all the gods were looking upon them. First to speak among them was the father of gods and mortals [Zeus]: `Ah me, this is a man beloved whom now my eyes watch being chased around the wall; my heart is mourning for Hektor who has burned in my honour many thigh-pieces of oxen on the peaks of Ida with all her folds, or again on the uttermost part of the citadel, but now the brilliant Akhilleus drives him in speed of his feet around the city of Priamos. Come then, you immortals, take thought and take counsel, whether to rescue this man or whether to make him, for all his valour, go down under the hands of Akhilleus, the son of Peleus.’
Then in answer the goddess grey-eyed (thea glaukopis) Athene spoke to him: `Father of the shining bolt, dark misted (pater argkeraunos kelainephes), what is this you said? Do you wish to bring back a man who is mortal, one long since doomed by his destiny, from ill-sounding death and release him? Do it, then; but not all the rest of us gods shall approve you.’
Then Zeus the gatherer of the clouds (nephelegereta) spoke: “Tritogeneia, dear daughter, do not loose heart; for I say this not in outright anger, and my meaning toward you is kindly. Act as your purpose would have you do, and hold back no longer.’
OLYMPOS 22.182
So he spoke, and stirred on Athene, who was eager before this, and she went in a flash of speed down the pinnacles of Olympos.

So she spoke, and shining among divinities took up her black veil, and there is no darker garment. She went on her way, and in front of her rapid wind-footed Iris guided her, and the wave of the water opened about them. They stepped out on the dry land and swept to the sky. There they found the son of Kronos of the wide brows, and gathered about him sat all the rest of the gods, the blessed, who live forever. She sat down beside Zeus father, and Athene made a place for her. Hera put into her hand a beautiful golden goblet and spoke to her to comfort her, and Thetis accepting drank from it. The father of gods and men began the discourse among them: `You have come to Olympos, divine Thetis, for all your sorrow, with an unforgotten grief in your heart. I myself know this. But even so I will tell you why I summoned you hither. For nine days there has risen a quarrel among the immortals over the body of Hektor, and Akhilleus, stormer of cities. They keep urging clear-sighted Argeïphontes to steal the body, but I still put upon Akhilleus the honour that he has, guarding your reverence and your love for me into time afterwards. Go then in all speed to the encampment and give to your son this message: tell him that the gods frown upon him, that beyond all other immortals I myself am angered that in his heart’s madness he holds Hektor beside the curved ships and did not give him back. Perhaps in fear of me he will give back Hektor. Then I will send Iris to Priamos of the great heart, with an order to ransom his dear son, going down to the ships of the Akhaians and bringing gifts to Akhilleus which might soften his anger.’

24.120 OLYMPOS
He spoke and the goddess silver-foot Thetis did not disobey him but descended in a flash of speed from the peaks of Olympos and made her way to the shelter of her son … and spoke to him: `My child … listen hard to me, for I come from Zeus with a message. He says that the gods frown upon you, that beyond all other immortals he himself is angered that in your heart’s madness you hold Hektor beside the curved ships and did not redeem him. Come, then, give him up and accept ransom for the body.’
Then in turn Akhilleus of the swift feet answered her: `So be it. He can bring ransom and take off the body, if the Olympian himself so urgently bids it.’

Surely it is good to give the immortals their due gifts/ because my own son, if ever I had one, never forgot in his halls the gods who live on Olympos. Therefore they remembered him even in death’s stage.

24.467 OLYMPOS
Hermes spoke, and went away to the height (makros) of Olympos.


The fair-running river, of whirling Xanthos, a stream whose father was Zeus the immortal, there Hermes left them and went away to the height of Olympos, and Eos (Dawn), she of the yellow robe, scattered over all earth.



"For thee [Artemis] the Amnisiades rub down the hinds [the golden horned deer that draw the chariot of Artemis] loosed from the yoke, and from the mead of Hera they gather and carry for them to feed on much swift-springing clover, which also the horses of Zeus eat; and golden troughs they fill with water to be for the deer a pleasant draught …
But when the Nymphai encircle thee in the dance, near the springs of Aigyptian Inopos or Pitane - for Pitane too is thine - or in Limnai or where, goddess, thou camest from Skythia to dwell, in Alai … for the god Helios never passes by that beauteous dance, but stays his car to gaze upon the sight, and lights of day are lengthened." - Callimachus, Hymn III to Artemis 170

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 1. 26 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :
"[From a description of an ancient Greek painting at Neapolis (Naples) :] Birth of Hermes . . . He is born on the crest of Olympos, at the very top, the abode of the gods. There, as Homer says, one feels no rain and hears no wind, nor is it ever beaten by snow, it is so high; but it is absolutely divine and free from the ills that pertain to the mountains which belong to men. There the Horai (Seasons) care for Hermes at his birth. The painter has depicted these also, each according to her time, and they wrap him in swaddling clothes, sprinkling over him the most beautiful flowers, that he may have swaddling clothes not without distinction. While they turn to [Maia] the mother of Hermes lying on her couch of travail, he slips out of his swaddling clothes and begins to walk at once and descends from Olympos. The mountain rejoices in him--for its smile is like that of a man--and you are to assume that Olympos rejoices because Hermes was born there.
Now what of the theft? Cattle grazing on the foothills of Olympos, yonder cattle with golden horns and whiter than snow--for they are sacred to Apollon--he leads over a winding course into a cleft of the earth."

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 2. 21 :
"[From a description of an ancient Greek painting depicting the wrestling match of Herakles and Antaios :] Do not look carelessly at the top of the mountain, but assume that gods have there a place from which to view the contest; for, observe, a golden cloud is painted, which serves, I fancy, as a canopy for them."

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 2. 27 :
"[From a description of an ancient Greek painting at Neapolis (Naples) :] The Birth of Athena. These, wonder-struck beings are gods and goddesses, for the decree has gone forth that not even the Nymphai may leave the heavens, but that they, as well as the Potamoi (Rivers) from which they are sprung, must be at hand; and they shudder at the sight of Athena, who at this moment has just burst forth fully armed from the head of Zeus."

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 2. 34 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :
That the gates of heaven (ouranos) are in charge of the Horai (Seasons) we may leave to the special knowledge and prerogative of Homer, for very likely he became an intimate of the Horai when he inherited the skies."


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