Promethean wiles!

Wiles? to what end? you can find the Caucasus another time; and there are chains to be had, if you catch me cheating.

Tell me first the nature of yout ‘invaluable’ offer.

If I tell you your present errand right, will that convince you that I can prophesy too?

Of course it will.

You are bound on a little visit to Thetis.

Right so far. And the sequel? I trust you now.

Have no dealings with her, Zeus. As sure as Neteus’s daughter conceives by you, your child shall mete you the measure you meted to—

I shall lose my kingdom, you would say?

Avert it, Fate! I say only, that union portends this issue.

Thetis, farewell! and for this Hephaestus shall set you free.