Prometheus could make out an answering voice, female, low and measured. Zeus had brought along Athena, his favorite child. “Your father the emperor god, the world knows,” Prometheus could hear him saying. “Zeus the all-powerful, yes. Zeus the all-conquering, certainly. Zeus the all-knowing, of course. Zeus the—” “Zeus the all-modest?” “—Zeus the creator, though. Doesn’t that have a ring?” “Quite a ring.”
