“He is clever, but wayward and rash. Teach him patience, craft, and guile.” Zeus was captivated by Metis from the start. He had never seen such beauty. The Titaness was a little smaller than most of her race, but endowed with a grace and gravity that made her shine. The step of a deer and the guile of a fox, the power of a lion, the softness of a dove, all allied to a presence and force of mind that sent the boy dizzy. “Lie down with me.” “No. We shall go for a walk. I have many things to say to you.” “Here. On the grass.” Metis smiled and took his hand. “We have work to do, Zeus.” “But I love
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