She sat down again and looked down at her lap, afraid to meet the eyes of any of the other three.
"I met them yesterday," she began in a very small voice.
Zeus watched her with a mixture of frustration and affection as she stammered out her confession. This child of his own body, the only child he would ever be allowed to have, made in his own image. She was his clone apart from one small detail. Who would have thought that that one small detail would have made such an incredible difference? Well, the gender, obviously, but it seemed much more radical than that. She resembled him. But not as much as you might think. In her the hard lines were softened, she was round where he was angular, she was golden where he was brown. She was beautiful where he was just nice-looking. Sometimes he lo
