APHRODITE.
That is rather a fatuous remark, and from you of all people in the world. My most agreeable reminiscences are, without exception, connected with occasions on which I had escaped from my body-guard of nymphs. At the present moment you would do well to face the fact, Ares, that I have but a single maid, and that she has collapsed under the burdens of novelty and exile.
ARES.
Is that my poor friend Cydippe?
APHRODITE.
You have so many friends, Ares. Poor Cydippe, then, broke down this morning in moaning hysterics after having borne up just long enough to do my hair. I really came out on this rather mad adventure after the raspberries to escape the dolours of her countenance, and the last thing I saw was her chlamys flung wildly over her head as she dived down upon the floor in misery. Such consolations as this island has to give me will not proceed from what you call my attendant. You do not look well, Ares.
ARES.
I am always well. I am still incensed.
APHRODITE.
Ah, you are oppressed by our misfortunes?
ARES.
I can think of nothing else.
APHRODITE.
You do not, I hope, give way to the most foolish of the emotions, and endure the silly torture of self-reproach?
ARES.
I have nothing to reproach myself with. Our forces had never been in smarter trim, public spirit in Olympus never more patriotic and national; and as to the personal bravery of our forces, it was simply a portent of moral splendour.
APHRODITE.
And your discipline?
ARES.
It was perfect. I had led the troops up to the point of cheerfully marching and counter-marching until they were ready to drop with exhaustion, on the eve of each engagement; and at the ends of all our practising-grounds brick walls had been set up, at which every officer made it a point of honour to tilt head-foremost once a day.
There was no refinement preserved from the good old wars of chivalry which was not familiar to our gallant fellows, and I had expressly forbidden every species of cerebral exercise. Nothing, I have always said, is so hurtful to the temper of an army as for the rank and file to suspect that they are led by men of brains.
APHRODITE.
There every one must do you justice, Ares. I never heard even the voice of prejudice raised to accuse you.
ARES.
No; I do not think any one could have the effrontery to charge me with encouraging that mental effort which is so disastrous to the work of a soldier. The same old practices which led our forefathers to glory--the courage of tigers; the firm belief that if any one tried to be crafty it must be because he is a coward; a bull-front set straight at every obstacle, whatever its nature; a proper contempt for any plan or discovery made since the days of Father Ura.n.u.s--these are the principles in which I disciplined our troops, and I will not admit that I can have anything to reproach myself with. The circ.u.mstances which we were unexpectedly called upon to face were such as could never have been antic.i.p.ated.
APHRODITE.
I do not see that you could have done otherwise than, as you did, to refuse with dignity to antic.i.p.ate anything so revolutionary.
ARES.
There are certain things which one seems to condone by merely acknowledging their existence. That employment of mobile mechanisms, for instance----
APHRODITE.
Do not speak of it! I could never have believed that the semblance of the military could be made so excessively distasteful to me.
ARES.
Can I imagine myself admitting the necessity of guarding against such an ungentlemanlike form of attack?
APHRODITE.
Your friends are all aware, Ares, that if the conditions were to return, you would never demean yourself and them by guarding against anything of the kind. But I advise you not to brood upon the past. Your figure will suffer. You must keep up your character for solid and agile exercises.
ARES.
It will not be easy for me to occupy myself here. I am accustomed, as you know, to hunting and slaying. I thought I might have enjoyed some sport with the barbarian islanders, and I selected one for the purpose. But Zeus intervened, with that authority which even here, in our shattered estate, we know not how to resist.
APHRODITE.
Did he give any reason for preventing the combat?
ARES.
Yes; and his reasons (I was bound to admit) carried some weight with them. He said, first, that it was wrong to kill those who had received us with so generous a hospitality; and secondly, that, as I am no longer immortal, this brawny savage, with hair so curiously coiled and matted over his brain-pan, might kill me; and thirdly, that the whole affair might indirectly lead to his, Zeus", personal inconvenience. Here then is enjoyment by one door quite shut out from me.
APHRODITE.
Are there not deer in these woods, and perhaps wolves and boars?
There must be wild duck on the firth, and buzzards in the rocks.
Instead of challenging the barbarians to a foolish trial of strength, why not make them your companions, and learn their accomplishments?
ARES.
It is possible that I shall do so. But for the present, anger gushes like an intermittent spring of bitter water in my bosom. I forget for a moment, and the fountain falls; and then, with a rush, memory leaps up in me, a column of poison. I say to myself, It cannot be, it shall not be; but I grow calm again and find that it is.
APHRODITE.
The worst of the old immortality was the carelessness of it. We were utterly unprepared for anything bordering on catastrophe, and behold, without warning, we are swept away in a complete cataclysm of our fortunes. I see, Ares, that it will be long before you can recover serenity, or take advantage of the capabilities of our new existence. They will appeal to you more slowly than to the rest of us, and you will respond more unwillingly, because of your lack--your voluntary and boasted lack--of all intellectual suppleness.
ARES.
It is not the business of a soldier to be supple.