Chapter 35

"What's the matter with you?" said Athena. "Why are you so cross? Aren't you pleased to see me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Prometheus said, sinking onto a fallen log. "I'm angry with everything these days."

"Tell me what happened." Athena sat beside him on the log, sliding slightly on the slimy moss. Nyctimene got bored and flew off.

So Prometheus told her. He told her everything. First he told her about his mother dying and how he was thrown out of the Tribe.

"Your mother died! What of? What did she die of?"

Prometheus shrugged. "She was old more than forty years."

Athena stared at him in horror, unable to speak and he went on to tell of his other troubles how he had loved Pandora but never told her. How he had lost the footrace and his brother had become the New King. How they had killed the Old King. Here he faltered.

"They killed him? They actually killed him?" Athena was horrified. "But why?"