Jean Lang, Stories from the Iliad; Or, the siege of Troy (1907)
“ So spake Hera, and placed in the hand of Paris an apple of purest gold.Again she spake: ‘If to me, Hera, queen of goddesses, and wife of mighty Zeus, king of all the gods, thou dost grant the prize of loveliness, Power immeasurable shall be thine. King shalt thou be of the lands where the grey dawn rises, and king even to where the red sun goes down. A hundred peoples shall call thee lord.’She was silent, and the voice of Athene, fair and pure as a silver moonbeam, broke the stillness of the starless night. ”
