I do not fault you for your curiosity, fair goddess. Even among the nations of Achaea it is not so common for a man or woman to claim the parentage of one of the deathless gods. Those of us who bear this blessed privilege are indeed looked upon differently.

[Well, aside from the fact that Zeus has sired like a hundred mortal children. But that is neither here nor there.]

Moreover, I prefer an honest goddess to one who deceives with her silver tongue. I hate like the gates of Hades the man who says one thing while hiding another in his mind.

Your gentle words are a kindness, yet I fear that I shall never meet my son again, and certainly shall I never see him grow to manhood. Such is the fate bestowed upon me, that my glory should come at the price of my homecoming.