She was content again.
But no one saw
Nine more in the brown room, or heard the voice
Of Hermes asking Artemis, who frowned,
What further end she strained for. All but Ares
Stood there, in no space the mortals knew,
The little mortals, mingling their low words
With these unheard, these high ones. Sullen Ares
Sulked on a far hill. But Aphrodite,
Resting her fair side against the law books,