[…] your mind to the fourteenth : there Rheia arms all the ranks of heaven for the Indian War.
Swiftshoe Rheia haltered the hairy necks of her lions beside their highland manger. She lifted her wind-faring foot to run with the breezes, and led with her shoes through the airy spaces. So like a wing or a thought she traversed the firmament to south, to north, to west, to the turning place of dawn, gathering the divine battalions for Lyaios: one allcomprehending summons was sounded for trees and for rivers, one call for Naiads and Hamadryads, the troops of the forest. All the divine generations heard the summons of Cybele, and they came together from all sides. From high heaven to the Lydian land Rheia passed aloft with unerring foot, and returning lifted again the mystic torch in the night, warming the air a second time with Mygdonian fire.
Now once more, ye breaths of Phoibos, after the tale of mortal heroes and warriors teach me also the host divine. First from the fire-peak rock of Lemnos the two Cabeiroi in arms answered the stormy call beside the mystic torch of Samos, two sons of Hephaistos Thracian Cabeiro had borne to the heavenly :
Alcon and Eurymedon well skilled at the forge, bore their mother’s tribal name.
From Crete came grim warriors to join them, the Idaian Dactyls, dwellers on a rocky crag, earthborn Corybants, a generation which grew up for Rheia selfmade out of the ground in the olden time. These had surrounded Zeus a newborn babe in the cavern which fostered his breeding, and danced about him shield in hand, the deceivers, raising wild […] which echoed among the rocks and maddened the air—the noise of the clanging brass resounded in the ears of Cronos high among the clouds, and concealed the infancy of Cronion with drummings. The chief and leader of the dancing Corybants was Pyrrhichos and shake-a-shield Idaios ; and with them came Cnossian Cyrbas, and armed his motley troops, their name-fellow,
The spiteful Telchines came also to the Indian War, gathering out of the cavernous deeps of the sea. Lycos came, shaking with his long arm a very long Scelmis came, following Damnameneus, guidary jug the seachariot of his father Poseidon. These were wanderers who had left Tlepolemon’s land and taken to the sea, furious demons of the waters, who long ago had been cut off reluctant from their father’s land by Thrinax with Macareus and glorious Auges, sons of Helios ; driven from their nursing-mother, they took up the water of Styx with their spiteful hands, and made barren the soil of fruitful Rhodes, by drenching the fields with water of Tartaros, tell their alike. has nothing to do with them story Berian colonists on. the After them came the gentle tribe of twiform Centaurs. Beside Pholos home’s form was Cheiron, himself of that strange nature, untamed, with mouth unbridled.
Battalions of Cyclopians came like a flood. In battle, these with weaponless hands cast hills for their stony spears, and their shields were cliffs ; a […] from some mountain-ravine was their crested :
net, Sicilian sparks were their fiery arrows.” They went into battle holding burning brands and blazing with light from the forge they knew so well ; —Brontes and Steropes, Euryalos and Elatreus, Arges and Trachios and Halimedes. One alone was left behind from the war, Polyphemos, tall as the clouds, so mighty and so great, the Earthshaker’s own son; he was kept in his place by another love, dearer than war, under the watery ways, for he had seen Galateia half-hidden, and made the neighbouring sea resound as he poured out his Love for a maiden in the wooing tones of his pipes.
The rock-dwellers came also from their self-vaulted caves, bearing all the name of Pan their father the ranger of the wilderness, all armed to join the host; they have human form, and a shaggy goat’s head upon it with horns. Twelve horned Pans there were, with this changeling shape and horn-bearing head, who were begotten of the one ancestral Pan their mountainranging father. One they named Celaineus, Blackie, as his looks bore witness, and one Argennos, Whitey, after his colour ; Aigicoros was well dubbed Goatgluts, because he glutted himself with goat’s-milk which he pressed from the nannies’ udders in the flock. Another masterly Pan was called Longbeard Eugeneios, from a throat and chin which was a thick meadow of hair. Daphoineus the Bloody came along with Omester, Eatemraw ; Phobos the Frightaway with shaggy-legged Philaranos the Lambs’ Friend. Glaucos came with Xanthos, Glaseos glaring like the bright sea, with a complexion to match. Xanthos had a mane of hair like a bayard, which gave that name to the horned frequenter of the rocks. Then there was bold Argos with a shock of hair as white as snow. With these were two other Pans, the sons of Hermes, who divided his love between two Nymphs : for one he visited the bed of Sose, the highland prophetess, and begat a son inspired with the divine voice of prophecy, Agreus, well versed in the beast-slaying sport of the hunt : the other was Nomios, whom the pasturing sheep loved well, one practised in the shepherd’s pipe, for whom Hermes sought the bed of Penelope, the country Nymph. Along with these came Phorbas to join the march, savage and insatiate.
Old Seilenos also was ready for the fray, holding the fennel-stalk, that horned son of the soil twiform shape. He brought three festive sons: Astraios was armed for battle ; Maron came too, and Leneus followed, each with a staff to support the hands of their old father in his travels over the hill. These ancients already weak had vine-branches to support their slow bodies ; many were the years of their time, from these had sprung the hot twiform generation of the much-married Satyrs.
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