“That will loyally share with a man his trouble!” So cried he; and Zeus before him stood
And in this wise spake: “Mine own son thou art, but he that lieth here in his blood
Was after thee gotten of mortal seed by the hero-lord of thy mother.
But nathless choices twain do I grant unto thee; choose one or other:
If thy will be from death to escape and from grey old age that all men hate and fear,
And to dwell in Olympus with me and Athene and Ares of darkness-shrouded spear,