When the nymph, carrying thee, O Father Zeus, towards Cnosus, was leaving Thenae– for Thenae as nigh to Cnosus – even then, O God, thy navel fell away: hence that plain the Cydonians call the Plain of the Navel. But thee, O Zeus, the companions of the Cyrbantes took to their arms, even the Dictaean Meliae, and Adrasteia laid thee to rest in a cradle of gold, and thou didst suck the rich teat of the she-goat Amaltheia, and thereto eat the sweet honey-comb. For suddenly on the hills of Ida, which men call Panacra, appeared the works of the Panacrian bee. And lustily round thee danced the Curetesa war-dance,beating their armour, that Cronus might hear with his ears the din of the shield, but not thine infant noise.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 09:19:55 +0000
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