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Zeus and Ganymede
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n the wide plain at the feet of Mount Ida, the sky
and the water met and made love. King Tros, the
king of Heaven's grandson, fell for the daughter
of the river god and lay in her arms. In time, she grew
heavy with child and gave life to a golden-haired boy. They
named him Ganymede, and how they adored that child!
Tros had boundless wealth and power ­ he even stamped
his name on the land and its people ­ but all his riches were
as chaff to him, compared to his son. He posted handpicked
men to watch over Ganymede, told them in no uncertain
terms to keep an eye on him at all times. Under their
watchful gaze the prince grew into a strapping youth and
a hunter without equal. He spent his days hiking with his
friends through the mountains, setting his hounds on the
heels of antlered stags, and debating with his tutors.
Ganymede had won fame, but not in battle, nor in the
contests of strength. His shape alone had made him
famous, for he was the most handsome born of the race
of men. Whenever he and his friends took to the streets of
Troy, Ganymede turned the heads of all the townsfolk;
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