2.2 In Achaea

In which Zeus has a gift.

‘There you are! We have to sing. Zeus has commanded it.’ Klotho appeared beside Atropos in a rush, looking important.

‘Here? We never, not for humans –‘ Atropos began to protest, but Klotho shushed her.

‘I know. But it will be an honour for,’ Klotho waved her hand impatiently. ‘I’ve forgotten his name. Her husband. The king.’

‘Peleus. Does Zeus remember what happens when we sing?’

‘I think that is why. He wants us to perform and then he will smile and look beneficent and even more marvellous, and the humans will be reminded that the new gods are the true gods …’

‘And that their powers are immeasurable.’ Atropos finished for her. ‘He is so predictable.’

‘Come on, we have to go. Anyway,’ Klotho said. She was flushed like a peony. ‘It’s glorious when we sing together. I love it. Come!’

‘What are we to sing?’

Klotho was rushing back through the guests, and Atropos had to stride fast to keep up.

‘An epithalamion, to the bride and her marriage bed,’ she called. ‘Come on. They’re waiting.’

‘Which one?’ Atropos was now resigned to it.

‘The one with the golden flowers and the gracious wands of plenty; you remember.’