As I have before declared, it was Ares of the glinting helmet for whom Aphrodite's heart burned with desire. Yet a wedded woman must take care to keep hidden her affairs, divine though she may be, for even Hephaestus could swell in jealousy for the luscious fruits borne by his wife and plucked by another's hand although they should be his alone to partake in. Thus in secret she flirted and soon ensnared the heart of Ares, who could resist her no more than mortal man can resist succumbing to the pitiless bronze of the spear's head.
Yet their love could not remain veiled in secrecy forevermore, just as the dark loveliness of night, in whose embrace lovers rejoice, must be broken by rosy-fingered dawn reaching across the horizon. One morn, as the Sun harnessed his horses to his golden chariot, he witnessed Ares and Aphrodite tangled together in the war god's palace in steep Thrace, so long had they delighted in one another, so long had they lingered through each sweet kiss. Swiftly did the golden charioteer ride to Mount Aetna, whose fires compose the famous craftsman's forge, that he might tell Hephaestus of the treachery he had seen.
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As I have before declared, it was Ares of the glinting helmet for whom Aphrodite's heart burned with desire. Yet a wedded woman must take care to keep hidden her affairs, divine though she may be, for even Hephaestus could swell in jealousy for the luscious fruits borne by his wife and plucked by another's hand although they should be his alone to partake in. Thus in secret she flirted and soon ensnared the heart of Ares, who could resist her no more than mortal man can resist succumbing to the pitiless bronze of the spear's head.
Yet their love could not remain veiled in secrecy forevermore, just as the dark loveliness of night, in whose embrace lovers rejoice, must be broken by rosy-fingered dawn reaching across the horizon. One morn, as the Sun harnessed his horses to his golden chariot, he witnessed Ares and Aphrodite tangled together in the war god's palace in steep Thrace, so long had they delighted in one another, so long had they lingered through each sweet kiss. Swiftly did the golden charioteer ride to Mount Aetna, whose fires compose the famous craftsman's forge, that he might tell Hephaestus of the treachery he had seen.
[Another pause, that the suspense may build.]