Stories from the classics . e a cup-bearer to the gods. Paris, too, was f royal birth, but like (Edipus, he had been mountain in his in- fancy, because the orj retold that he would be the death of his kinired and le ruin of his saved and nurtured Icri to fulfill that pro-phecy. He grew up as saei iierd and tended hisflocks on the mountain, but his beauty held the favorof all the wood-folk there and won the heart of thenymph (Enone. To him, at last, the three goddesses intrusted thejudgment and the golden apple. Juno first stood be-fore him in all her glory as queen of Gods and
Stories from the classics . e a cup-bearer to the gods. Paris, too, was f royal birth, but like (Edipus, he had been mountain in his in- fancy, because the orj retold that he would be the death of his kinired and le ruin of his saved and nurtured Icri to fulfill that pro-phecy. He grew up as saei iierd and tended hisflocks on the mountain, but his beauty held the favorof all the wood-folk there and won the heart of thenymph (Enone. To him, at last, the three goddesses intrusted thejudgment and the golden apple. Juno first stood be-fore him in all her glory as queen of Gods and men,and attended by her favorite peacocks as gorgeous tosee as royal fan-bearers. Use but the judgment of a prince, Paris,* shesaid, and I will give thee wealth and kingly power. Such majesty and such promises would have movedthe heart of any man; but the eager Paris had atleast to hear the claims of the other rivals. Athene 180. SJ£Q(; THE APPLE OF DISCORD rose before him, a vision welcome as daylight, withher sea-gray eyes and golden hair beneath a goldenhelmet. Be wise in honoring me, Paris, she said, and Iwill give thee wisdom that shall last forever, greatglory among men, and renown in war. Last of all, Venus shone upon him, beautiful asnone can ever hope to be. If she had come, unnamed,as any country maid, her loveliness would have daz-zled him like sea-foam in the sun; but she was girtwith her magical Cestus, a spell of beauty that no onecan resist. Without a bribe she might have conquered, and shesmiled upon his dumb amazement, saying, Paris,thou shalt yet have for wife the fairest woman in theworld. At these words, the happy shepherd fell on hisknees and offered her the golden apple. He took noheed of the slighted goddesses, who vanished in acloud that boded storm. From that hour he sought only the counsel of Venus,and only cared to find the highway to his new her he learned that he was
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