Hermes was the son of Zeus and Maia, daughter of Atlas the Titan, eldest
brother of Prometheus. His divine descent was revealed on the very first
day by his extraordinary shrewdness and ingenuity, for he arose at noon
from his cradle and hurriedly left the dark grotto of his mother.
Espying a speckled tortoise feeding in the high grass, and laughing at
the sight, he cried out: “Welcome, pretty one! It is well said where
thou abidest there is neither anger nor witchcraft, and yet I think I
will kill thee to make of thy shell a pleasant plaything.” Thereupon he
seized the tortoise with both hands, went back to the grotto, and killed
the animal. He perforated the speckled shell, inserted pegs in the
openings, covered the whole with ox-hide, added a neck to it, and strung
seven well-toned strings. It was all accomplished in the twinkling of an
eye. He tested the strings and, behold, they resounded powerfully and
harmoniously to his song. As he sang, another emotion filled his soul.
He bethought himself of flesh, for he already had an appetite for
well-prepared tasteful meat.
As the sun-chariot disappeared beneath the red gleaming waves of
Oceanus, he took his well-toned lute and came at twilight to the shadowy
mountains of Pireas, where the cattle of the Sun-god feed in luxuriant
meadows. The crafty child enticed fifty of the herd to follow him and
made them go backwards so that the hoof tracks would be concealed. That
his own footsteps should not betray him, he took tamarisk and myrtle
twigs and wove magic sandals with them. Thus he wandered, driving the
herd before him, by many devious ways over blooming meadows and darkly
wooded heights. At last night waned and the soft light which Selene
(Luna) sends down when Apollo sinks in Oceanus was dissipated by the
rosy shimmer of Eos (Aurora) in the smiling eastern sky.
When Hermes reached the river Alpheus with the cattle, he herded them
and kindled a fire. He then seized two of them by their horns, threw
them to the ground with great strength, and killed them with a sharp
steel. Then he took the best pieces and spread them on wooden spits, but
saved the skins for drying. Next he divided the flesh in twelve parts
and offered them to the twelve highest Olympian deities. As he saw the
smoke of offering rising to the skies, a longing seized him to learn
from the flesh whether he belonged to the divine race which is nourished
by nectar and ambrosia. But his exalted intelligence restrained him from
the experiment. He left the flesh untouched, surrounded it with dry
pieces of wood, and burned it together with the heads and hoofs of the
animals. As the smoke rose, he threw his sandals into the Alpheus and
hastened back to the grotto. Lightly as the breeze he slipped through
the oval opening, sprang into his cradle, and like a playful child took
his lute in his left hand. But his mother was not deceived and she
scolded him for his long absence.
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