Only an immortal can afford wilfully to forget, and I—well, you know as well as I do that I am only a mortal canonised. I never understood the incident, I confess. I lay down among the ferns to sleep, after an unusually heavy day's bag of monsters. It was sultry weather; I woke to an oppressive sense of singeing, I found myself enveloped in a blaze of leaves and brushwood.... But I bore you, and what does it matter now? What does anything matter?
Eros.
No, no; pray continue! I am excessively interested. You throw a light on something that has always puzzled me, something that——
Heracles.
A dense black smoke blinded and numbed me. The next moment, as it seemed—perhaps it was the next day—I was hustled up through the æther to Olympus, and dumped down at the foot of Zeus' throne. Perhaps you remember?
Eros.
Yes, for I was there.
Heracles.
All of you were there. And Zeus came down and took me by the wrist. Olympus rang with shouts and the clapping of hands. I was hailed with unanimity