Hera is Goddess Numero Una, but for all her beauty and creaminess, she is, as Virgil has it, full of ‘unrelenting hate’. And here she comes mincing in with amazing Athena, what a pair of bobby-dazzlers these two, a cascade of sartorial glory and triologisms.
‘They hear, and looking round they see
(Steadying her red-sepal hat with the russet-silk flutes)
Creamy-armed Hera with teenaged Athene
(Holding their scallop-edged parasol high)
As they wobble their way down the dunes.’
Source: Christopher Logue, War Music: An account of Books 1-4 and 16-19 of Homer’s Iliad, London: Faber and Faber, 2001, p. 110