23 The second challenge (Hermes confronts Apollo): 228-380
Divine Opposition (II)
Apollo vs. Hermes (the Arrest)
Location: Cyllene.
Apollo
strolled over gently rolling foothills
walking quietly through a soft blanket of forest,
towards a rock with a subtle hollow —
the hole, her tight entrance
lightly veiled in seductive shadow
aphrodisiac sex still lingering on the air
where the Nymph had conceived her hidden son
a perfect fit for
Zeus 230
[who-could-sneak-into-any-lady’s-bedroom],
son of crafty old Kronos.
It was a picture of paradise
And it was arousing for Apollo’s
nose… as
the divine smell of incense:
tantalizing,
seductive
wafted from the sacred, holy space.
All around him, on the threshold
flocks of stinky long-hooved sheep snacked,
unconcerned
content.
Summoning all his courage,
he journeyed down
through the looming stone archway
daring to brave the darkness
of the Stygian monster-cave:
king
whose-deeds-are-far-known
[who-follows-in-his-father’s-footsteps]
Apollo!
[–his actions confirm his reputation:
glorious slayer of underworld monsters,
unequalled on the battlefield
impossible to rival–]
But he was rivaled then
across the battlefield
his eyes were met by the gaze of
him —
the heir of Zeus
and
the son of Maia. 235
Hermes
had noticed from far away the coming of
Apollo
who-kills-from-far-away
(not a pleasant epithet for him to use)
and it was clear that Apollo
was fuming,
full of righteous fury about his lost cattle.
So it was time for Hermes to suit up for the oncoming clash.
He again clad himself in the armour of his
swaddling blanket and fragrant diaper
–source of the “divine” incense smell from earlier–
[And as he prepared to do epic battle,
it is worth giving him a suitably epic simile]
It was just as:
after the forest fire has spent its rage,
deep within the stumps of blasted trees,
under great blankets of ash
some bright embers still lie, concealed
So too Hermes,
upon seeing the
one-who-kills-from-far-away
come uncomfortably close,
bravely…
hid.
He shrunk under the blankets,
drawing in his head, hands and feet
until he was as small as possible.
[A sort of baby lump. ]240
His appearance
a clueless baby
cold after a recent bath,
deep in welcome sleep.
But, in truth:
he remained
awake and
in-control
concealed under his right arm,
his secret weapon
waiting to be revealed:
the lovely Tortoise-shell.
[This crafty deception confirms his reputation as
the most glorious thief,
impossible to notice!]
But he was noticed then
across the battlefield
his eyes were met by the gaze of
him,
the heir of Zeus
and
the son of Leto.
Apollo’s Interrogation
[Immediately across the threshold]
The Nymph
–beautiful–
caught the eye of Apollo
[who-follows-in-his-father’s-footsteps]
[like father, like son]
And
for a moment…
he thought about what he would like to do next
As he looked her up and down
but
with a stray sideways glance
his eyes chanced upon
her doted-on son.
just a normal baby
…surely…
at least in appearance
— and yet —
on closer inspection
his beautiful innocence
was just skin deep —
concealing an evil nature. 245
Filled now with righteous fury
Apollo
began
rifling through the bedrooms
of the grand-palace-with-pillars-supporting-its-ceiling
looking for his cows.
Ripping the temple’s metal key
from her neck, he angrily broke open
three sacred chambers,
one
by
one.
Closet one:
heaps of Nectar and desire-causing ambrosia.
Closet two:
masses of gold and silver.
Closet three:
mounds of purple clothes
and the nymph’s silky undergarments. 250
Nothing suspicious.
All these were things that one would expect to find
within the temple of an important god –
but no cows.
After thoroughly trashing the bedroom of the goddess
but finding no evidence,
[at least not of the most recent theft]
Leto’s son loomed
above ..below
the crib’s high shelf
yelling down up at
Hermes:
(who was, after all)
famous-for-his-thefts.
“Hey, baby! Yeah, you!
The one lying up there in your crib!
Start testifying about my stolen cows!
And you had better talk quickly or we will have a ‘disagreement’,
and then all bets are off. 255
[No civility or law, even of Zeus, can hold back my authority then.]
If you do not come clean, here is my prediction for your future:
I will drag you out the door, kicking and screaming
Before hurling you, like trash
into the deepest depths of Tartaros.
Tumbling into that doomed darkness will be the end for you–
neither will your mother
[–no mater how attractive…]
find a way to bring you back into the light
nor could your father…
…whatever lowlife scum sired you…
have found a way to argue for your release.
[Unlike when I killed the Cyclopes
and my mother Leto saved me from Zeus’ punishment]
As far as I care, you can go to hell!
This will be your fate:
Under the earth you will rot
surrounded by other tiny, weak souls.
Amongst those who are punished eternally,
you will be
first and foremost.”
Hermes countered
with a carefully crafted oration: 260
“Hi Leto’s son, mama’s boy.
What is it that you are yelling about?
Field-dwelling cows?
Are you really looking for them
here, in my house?
not, say, in a field?
Well, if that is the case,
let me clear things up by answering the three common court questions:
I have seen nothing, with certainty,
I do not know anything, for sure,
I have not heard anything relevant from anyone else.
So, I am sorry, but I am not able to give any testimony for the prosecution
–in the case of your cows–
not even if you were offering a reward.
[Let us instead go over what is likely:]
Am I likely to be a herder of cattle?
No. I hardly have the age or power —
herders are big, strong men. 265
[As for the likelihood of my motives:]
It is not likely that I care much
for the domains of thieves —
baby stuff would be my forte:
Sleep, for instance
– that I do care about –
Oh! And the milk of my mother.
–Wah-Wah![1]—
swaddling blankets around my shoulders
–another interest —
Ooh and having warm baths!
[How likely is it that I have a motive for the supposed theft?]
Well here, it would be very difficult for anyone to
‘divine’ (get it?)
that we had any previous negative dealings
which provided a motive for our ‘disagreement.’
[Finally, for your version of events
let us us consider the likelihood :]
I can sum it up in one word:
unlikely.
Imagine you intended to make this argument before the gods’ court: 270
‘A tiny child –recently born, unable to walk or talk–
made an epic journey, walking over the threshold of his house
— and more– somehow herded a massive herd of field-dwelling cattle back inside.
[At which point they must have vanished, because I did not find any evidence!]’
The Assembly of the gods would unanimously agree that
your claim had been ‘field’ed
not just improbably
but improperly.
[Just think about how easy my rebuttal would be]:
I was literally born yesterday
how could I have made the journey you describe?
the ground over the threshold is
jagged and
rough
but my tiny widdle feet are
soft and
shoeless.
[In conclusion:]
If you like, I would even swear an oath to this effect
… say, swearing on the very head of my so-called ‘low-life’ father
– that is a good idea, let’s call him in–
Or even if you asked for the most serious oath
that even mighty gods like us swear.
In either case, I would swear just like this:
‘Nope!
Neither do I say that I am at fault, 275
nor have I seen any other thief of the gods’ cattle.
I mean, what even are cows? I am just a dumb baby.
I have not even heard of cows
except through their epic kleos (in my bedtime stories).'”
In speech, this was how Hermes contested Apollo.
As he spoke though, he wore two different faces
Sometimes,
when he directly provoked Apollo with his accusations
his wild eyes flashed with fire
he flared his mighty brows
up and
down,
making clear his intentions and his ambitions
[to claim the utmost glory and defeat those before him,
even up to the very throne of Zeus itself]
[– in this he resembled a
fierce and
epic monster,
a plague
like a baby-Typhaon.]
At other points,
when mimicking the arguments of Apollo
[he used the techniques of the orators]
rolling his eyes sarcastically
–shiftily refusing to meet Apollo’s eyes–
or letting out an exaggerated whistle,
as one does when hearing something ridiculous. 280
After this performance, Apollo softened (a bit) and couldn’t help but laugh.
A transformative laugh that changed everything.