“I have already given too much to your people,” he said. “Let them now help themselves.”
Prometheus was sad, indeed.
He loved his people more than he did himself.
At last he said: “They shall have the fire. I will pay for it with my life.”
He went straight to Zeus’ throne and filled a ferule with it, and carried it to his people.
Then the people began to be wise.
He taught them to cook, and to build houses, and to sail their ships upon the ocean.
He showed them how to get rich ores from the mountains and prepare them for use.
They learned how to plow and to reap and to store up their food for the winter.
Zeus was angry with Prometheus.