Knowing his friend and the terrifying effects of his jealous rages, he immediately set about gathering stones. He was in the act of building them up, one above the other, when a panting Heracles reached him, club raised. “Sh!” said Telamon. “Not now. I’m busy building an altar.” “An altar? Who to?” “Why, to you, of course. To Heracles. To commemorate your rescue of Hesione, your breaking of the siege of Troy, your mastery of men, monsters, and the mechanics of war.” “Oh.” Heracles lowered his club. “Well, that’s good of you. Very good. I . . . yes, very considerate. Very proper.”
