must swear an oath to.
She will be the great river
who tends to the dead
as their souls come to the Underworld.
Her name will be on the lips
of every God, of every mortal.
She will be revered and feared by all.’
Is It Still Called Victory If No One Celebrates It?
Neither my children’s faces
nor Pallas’s face lit up for me.
My sisters did not seem
to delight in their wins either.
Instead, we all stood stoic and still,
our eyes on Zeus. A palpable fear
rose amongst the tired Titans
as he turned his attention
to the Titan generals
he held in the cages.
‘Every Titan who stood against me’ –
his voice was cold and callous –
‘will be taken to Tartarus.’
This we had expected.
But what he said next
devastated every one of us.
‘You may have wondered why we chose
Olympus as our seat of power.
This mountain sits atop
the deepest of Tartarus’s caverns.
We have asked a favour from the old God:
He says he will help us with these treacherous Titans.