God Always Strives Together With

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

Athena: There Are Two Sides To This Dispute. I've Heard Only One Half The Argument. (...) So You Two Parties, Summon Your Witnesses, Set Out Your Proofs, With Sworn Evidence To Back Your Stories. Once I've Picked The Finest Men In Athens, I'll Return. They'll Rule Fairly In This Case, Bound By A Sworn Oath To Act With Justice.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.