For a moment Zeus stood silent, head bowed.
"You weave your words with delicate care, Megalith. I know it is not for my parents you seek these things. You, who were born in Tartarus, would have these worlds as your own. You would have the Gods of Olympus give obeisance, the children of man serve you."
Megalith reached down, patted the third head of Cerberus. The dog snapped at his hand, and he withdrew it quickly, scowled.
"You recall, Zeus, when you allowed me to visit Olympus, when I gave you the pup Cerberus?"
"I recall well. I was yet a child in many ways. Now, I have matured, Megalith. Gifts do not buy my favor."
"And do you recall I left with you, also, the jug of the best wine of Tantalus?"
"Good wine it was! A most amazing brew! To what purpose is your question?"
"You drank of the jug, and it brought you dreams of Hera, and of others. And even now those dreams return to tease your mind. The wines of Tantalus will return, time after time. Nor can you avoid them. Sleep now, Zeus, in a drunken stupor as the wine works its magic."
Megalith smiled.
Indeed Zeus stretched out on the greensward, Cerberus whining as he lay down beside him. A smile touched Zeus' lips.