but not this man,
but not yet this man,
not for as long as I find him useful.
The arrows of Apollo
are unwelcome in his chest.
"I have claimed this mortal for my own.
Ply your trade elsewhere,
I cackle from my perch,
and Apollo withdraws,
fearful of my power,
as they are all fearful of my power.
These young godlings,
even Zeus himself,
knows enough to flee at the sight
of Atë, goddess of bad judgment,
of Atë, goddess of terrible ideas,
of Atë, who has taken up residence
in the beard of Agamemnon.