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Greek Myths Theseus
Neither his first wife, Melite, nor the second, Chalciope, bore him any
children. Certain that the goddess of Love, Aphrodite, held a grudge
against him, Aegeus introduced her worship into Athens, thinking this
may appease the goddess' wrath.
Talk about making yourself popular with your subjects! I mean, picture
the scenario, as Aegeus addressed the citizenry:
Say what? Does that mean what I think it does? "Yo'racle, can I get a
second opinion?", Aegeus wanted to shout!
King Pittheus was a good man, albeit a bit off-center; You won't
believe what he did! Upon hearing the Pythian Oracle's
pronouncement, he promptly set up Aegeus with his gorgeous
daughter, Aethra. It's not clear exactly how he managed this, but next
thing you know, his guest from Athens was drunk as a satyr and
Aegeus and Aethra were playing doctor, late into the dawn.
I'll tell you, there's nothing like ancient Greek hospitality! No sir.
(Oh my...They didn't call him the 'Earth Shaker' for nothing. Suffice
me to say that Uncle Poseidon, like his brother Zeus, "lacked restraint
in the gratification of his various lusts". The Enquirer approached
Poseidon for a quote, but he referred all questions to his attorneys,
who had absolutely no comment. Thus, we will never know whether
Theseus was the son of Aegeus, or the child of the god of the sea.)
When it came time for King Aegeus to return to Athens he took Aethra
to the harbor to wish her a fond farewell. He suspected that the young
woman was pregnant with his child, but worried lest his mean brother
Pallas (and the fifty filthy sons) found out about this offspring and
brought harm to mother and child in their evil envy. What to do, what
to do. He couldn't very well bring Aethra back to Athens, for he feared
for her safety.
Digging a deep hole near the beach, Aegeus took off his sword and
sandals -- ancient symbols of royalty -- and buried them. The
priceless sword was an heirloom from Cecrops, founder and
legendary first King of Athens, so you can imagine how reluctantly
Aegeus parted with it.
Lifting a huge rock, he concealed the hole and told Aethra that, in the
event that she had a son by him, the boy was to move the stone and
retrieve his personal effects. "Once our son is strong enough to move
the stone, tell him to appear in Athens and I will recognize him as my
child," he said.
(Did it ever occur to the good King that he may have a daughter? Just
wondering.)
Aegeus gave Aethra one last passionate kiss, and told the beautiful
woman that he would always consider her his wife. He warned her to
never reveal the identity of her child in case his evil brother Pallas
learned of it, and boarded his ship to return to the great city of Athens.
Aegeus still had no clue what the Delphic Oracle had meant, but I'm
here to tell you that it was too late. The "wine-skin's jutting neck had
been loosed", so to speak...
And thus was conceived the greatest hero Athens would ever see. Or
was Poseidon to blame? Alas, short of DNA testing, we will never
know. Or will we?
THESEUS AND HERCULES
All the children scattered, that is, save for Theseus. The brave little
rascal, displaying the valor that would serve him so well throughout
his life, picked up his wooden toy sword and attacked the lion pelt
with a vengeance, triumphantly "killing" it. He then paraded the pelt
around the room, chasing and terrifying the other children with his
trophy. Herc and I (and the other adults) howled in laughter at the little
guy's heroic antics. The darn pelt was ten times his size but Theseus
had no problem lifting it!
Hercules then sat Theseus on his knee and regaled him (and
everyone else) with tales of his wild and renowned labors. Wide-eyed
sat Theseus, enthralled as his larger-than-life cousin spoke of exotic
beasts and horrid creatures and fair maidens in distress. By the end
of the evening, Theseus knew exactly what he wanted to be when he
grew up - A certified hero, just like mighty Hercules!
To this day I remember the little guy's last words to Hercules, the next
morning as we were leaving Troezen: "Don't kill all the evil men and
beasts, cousin Hercules, please leave some for me!" he shouted,
waving his wooden sword and running beside us as we rode out of
the city...
"Save some for me!" he repeated, his boyish voice faint in the
distance. Herc and I smirked at each other, for Apollo - who knew
everything before it happened - had already told us bits and pieces of
Theseus' future, and we knew that the intrepid little guy was fated for
greatness.
After all, that's why Herc had insisted that we stop by Troezen, it was
no mere co-incidence. He knew that his visit was going to be the
spark that ignited the heroic fires deep inside Theseus, and he
reveled at the deeds to come...
THESEUS GROWS UP
Aethra then dropped the bolt on him - She told Theseus that these
objects were his father's, named Aegeus, who was the King of
Athens. It was now his duty to report to Athens and to announce
himself as the heir to the great throne. Aethra warned her son about
his uncle Pallas and the fifty filthy scions, and beseeched him to be
very careful.
Yeah, right mom. Careful. That's for wimps. Theseus had different
ideas.
When his grandfather Pittheus heard that Theseus was off to Athens,
he implored him to travel by sea. It would be a far quicker, and much
safer journey.
You see, while my nephew Hercules was around, all the thieves and
thugs knew enough to lay low...The lucky ones whom Herc hadn't
killed, that is. But, having cleaned up the area long ago, and having
run out of ruffians and beasts to tame, the mighty Hercules had
departed for Lydia. The emboldened scoundrels had re-surfaced and
were now terrorizing the vicinity, and they even controlled the road
from Troezen to Athens.
Besides, his father's sword was far too clean. What better way to
make a good impression on daddy, than by staining the weapon with
the blood of bad men?
A word here about the bandits who infested the road to Athens. These
men possessed extraordinary speed, strength and stamina, but they
were benighted and clueless, and hence used these gifts of Nature for
destructive purposes.
Talk about fools! No wonder they - and all like them - were doomed to
extinction! If the absurd evolutionary theory of Survival of the Fittest
were true, soon there would be nobody left! In fact, humanity would
have vanished eons ago, having horribly destroyed itself out of sheer
brutality!
(artist unknown)
Sweet sixteen. It was time. Theseus set out, like his idol Hercules,
intending to do no injury to anyone, but prepared and determined to
defend himself and to punish any aggressors he might meet. It was
time. Sweet sixteen.
I'm sure it's happened to you.
The first villain that Theseus encountered was a vicious robber named
Periphetes, also known as the Club-Carrier. This robber took great
pride in his lineage, variously claiming to be a son of Poseidon or
even of industrious Hephaestus. Hardly.
Periphetes didn't beat around the bush with formalities. Any wayfarers
unlucky enough to "trespass" on his road would be pummeled to
death at once. Nice guy. In another incarnation, he was a security
guard at the gates of Augusta National during Masters week...
"Hey, nice club, dude!" grinned our unfazed hero, pirouetting out of
danger. "I could really use such a lethal weapon. You don't mind if I
take it, do you?"
This oaf was a real brute, and to make matters worse he reeked of
garlic, but Theseus killed him in a fair fight. Wrenching the weapon
from his hand, promptly he battered him to death with the spiked club,
making the punishment fit the crime.
Another neat trick of Sinis was to bend down the tops of two
neighboring pine trees, tie people to them, and then let the trees go,
tearing the hapless citizens to pieces.
Did I mention that Sinis was uglier than any man has the right to be?
Dude was so hideous that, even as a child, his mom had to tie a lamb
chop around his neck so that Cerberus, the three-headed hound of
Hades, would deign to play with him.
"You're barking up the wrong tree, dog!" replied our brave protagonist.
He wrestled with the powerful man and quickly pinned him immobile.
Before Sinis could blink, he found himself tied to two trees that
Theseus had bent down to the ground.
"I have a bone to pick with you, on behalf of all your victims. Make a
wish, Pine Bender!" said Theseus, as he let the trees go.
Just then a beautiful girl ran out and tried to conceal herself in a
thicket of rushes and wild asparagus. Theseus gave chase and
eventually found the maiden hiding in the bushes. Actually, he heard
her before he saw her - she was invoking the plants to hide her safely,
promising never to burn or destroy them if they helped her.
Theseus swore not to harm the girl and eventually convinced her to
emerge from her hiding place. It was Sinis's daughter, Perigune, a
dark-haired Grecian beauty. She took one look at our handsome hero,
sweat glistening off his chest, and nearly swooned. Theseus always
had that effect on women, just like his cousin Hercules.
Perigune instantly fell in love with Theseus and at once forgave him
for the death of her father. He was a chauvinistic swine, after all, who
often abused and beat her for no reason. The folk from Children's Aid
years ago had come to remove her from the family home, but Sinis
had given them the famous tree treatment. They had 'split', never to
be seen again...
The very next day Theseus disposed of a huge wild boar that had a
fondness for eating small children and farmers. People were so
petrified of this beast that they no longer dared plough their fields, and
they were eternally grateful to Theseus for killing it. Known as the
Crommyonian Sow, it was the offspring of the dreaded monster
Typhon, and mother to the Calydonian Boar.
Theseus got to try out his new club, as he shattered the creature's
skull with it. I won't boar you with the gruesome details.
However, as they vigorously scrubbed his filthy feet, Sciron would kick
them over the cliff, where a gigantic sea turtle disposed of the bodies
by eating them. Even the few who survived the fall were soon
consumed by the monstrous sea turtle.
Still, our hero played along, even though Theseus was hip to his
tricks. Kneeling at stinky's feet, he waited until Sciron kicked out at
him, then he grabbed the scoundrel by the legs, lifted him off the rock
and tossed him into the sea. Tit for tat, and all that.
The sea turtle made a quick lunch of Sciron, but Theseus could hear it
throwing up shortly thereafter. Hey, there's some things even a
monster shouldn't eat, and food doesn't come much more unpalatable
than dirty old Sciron...
A wicked man named Cercyon the Arcadian was next, a.k.a. Vince
McMahon. This fool fancied himself a wrestler, in the process giving
true wrestling a bad name. Cercyon liked to force people to fight with
him and killed those who lost. Naturally, this goof always won,
because he towered over his opponents and cheated shamelessly.
This time he lost. Not only was Theseus just as strong as Cercyon, he
was far more clever and agile. Our protagonist lifted him by the knees
and within seconds Vinnie Mac was pinned to the ground.
For real.
You see, Theseus had invented the art of wrestling, which until that
time was not understood by the people. He was particularly peeved
because Cercyon dared to gloss himself a "wrestler". Theseus relied
less on strength than he did on skill, a tactic many so-called wrestlers
still don't get.
Five down, one to go. Theseus was having a blast, journeying to meet
his father in Athens and ridding the countryside of all scum. Ah, to be
young and heroic, and built like a Greek god...
The final fiend was unlike the others. This was the father of Sinis
(recall his pain?) and his name was Procrustes. Also known as
Damastes or Polypemon (dude had a real identity crisis), he lived in a
nice house by the side of the road. Pretending to be hospitable to
strangers, he would invite them into his home, give them food and
drink, then graciously ask them to spend the night.
Outside the city a group of masons were putting the finishing touches
on the temple of Apollo the Dolphin, and they mistook the handsome
long-haired teenager for a girl. They jeered and impertinently inquired
why "she" was allowed to walk around unescorted. Cooler than the
other side of the pillow, Theseus couldn't even be bothered to reply.
Instead, he unyoked the two oxen from the masons' cart, lifted one of
the behemoths off the ground, and, after holding it briefly aloft, tossed
it over the temple roof, intentionally just missing the masons.
He was led to the palace of Aegeus and patiently our hero waited to
be presented to the King, who still didn't know that the exalted youth
was his own flesh and blood.
But Medea knew! You remember that witch, don't you? Last time we
talked about her, she had just murdered her two young sons to punish
Jason and had made a hurried exit out of town riding her dragon
chariot. Talk about throwing out the baby with the bathwater!
The witch had arrived at Athens and had beguiled King Aegeus with
her beauty and charms. Promising the old man that she would use
her sorcery to bear him an heir, she had set up herself as Queen, in
essence ruling the city. Indeed she had bore him a son, Medus, and it
was commonly accepted that he would succeed Aegeus once he
came of age. Athens was in an uproar, and the fifty filthy sons of
Pallas were ready to make their move. Theseus could not have
arrived at a more fortuitous - and dangerous - time!
Medea had access to black magic and knew all about the identity of
this new hero, having followed his progress on the road to Athens.
She had known about him ever since he was born and was hoping
that he would be killed by one of the robbers.
Man, did she ever feel threatened! The witch was beside herself! With
the sudden appearance of a legitimate heir to the throne -- and a hero
at that! -- she realized that control of Athens was slipping out of her
hands. Dude had to go!
Medea had no qualms about killing. After all, she had murdered her
own children out of spite. No Mother of the Year award for this creep.
She convinced King Aegeus that the young stranger was a spy, who
had come to assassinate him, and had the King's minions invite him
to a banquet at the Dolphin Temple. There Aegeus was to offer
Theseus a cup of wine specially prepared by Medea.
Now, you may have heard that Theseus revealed his identity during
the serving of the main course. A huge slab of beef had been rolled in
and our hero jokingly drew out his sword, as if to carve it. Supposedly
Aegeus recognized the royal weapon and immediately realized the
stranger's identity.
That's false. I'm here to tell you that the drama unfolded just after the
appetizer had been served (spanakopita, made fresh at Thanasi's
Olympus Greek Restaurant and catered for the occasion). Queen
Medea wasted no time in proposing a toast to this brave warrior,
offering Theseus the lethal spiked cup.
The unsuspecting youth raised the poison to his lips and was about to
drink when Aegeus suddenly noticed the intricate carving on the
stranger's ivory sword-hilt. Frantically leaping to his feet, the King tore
the cup from his son's hand and dashed it to the floor, just in time!
Medea was not pleased. Too bad. It's easy to get wine stains off a
marble floor.
Can you say "party"? The joint went nuts! What followed was the
greatest celebration in the storied history of Athens. Aegeus called a
general assembly, summoned all the citizens and introduced Theseus
as his son and heir. Fires were lit at every altar and mounds of gifts
were offered to the Olympian gods who had smiled down upon the
King. The entire city rang out with the joyous sounds of feasting, as
noblemen and commoners drank and ate together, singing glorious
praises to their Prince's deeds.
"Yo, Yanni, did you hear what Theseus said to Sinis just before he let
go the two trees? 'Make a wish, Pine Bender!' What a character!"
The bacchanal went on for days. Never one to miss a great party, my
cousin Danny (Dionysus, god of wine) made a cameo appearance,
blasting in with his host of frenzied Maenads and frenetic satyrs. Oh
my...To this day they're still talking about the coming-out party for
Theseus with awe. Everyone had a smashing time, albeit nobody can
actually recall details.
But what about Medea, you ask. She had taken advantage of the
revelry to slither unnoticed out of the palace. When Theseus went
looking for her, knowing that she was bad news, Medea cast a magic
spell and a cloud enveloped her, rendering the witch invisible. King
Aegeus felt pity for his ex and generously provided an escort to see
Medea and young Medus safely out of town. The witch returned to
Colchis, her homeland, and never again dared set broom in Athens.
(Good riddance, methinks! Medea and I never got along, going way
back to my days with Jason and the Argonauts. She was a
manipulative witch who used her magic and exquisite beauty for
destructive causes, a vain woman suffering from 'I' strain. I tried hard
to like that witch, and I failed miserably. Greece was far better off
without this femme fatale. One less monster to fret about. But I
digress with personal musings...)
There was still one little matter to take care of before Theseus could
rest: Uncle Pallas and the fifty filthy sons. Remember those swine?
Even before Theseus arrived the fifty filthy sons had declared that
Aegeus was not of true lineage and thus had no claim to the throne.
Then Medea had shown up and had briefly managed to mesmerize
and muzzle the mutts with her charms and black magic. Pallas and
his brood weren't happy when Medea bore Medus, and the spoiled
brats threw a hissy fit once they realized that this stranger named
Theseus, a hero to the Athenians, was the real heir to the coveted
throne.
Not to worry. It's Survival of the Aware, not the Fittest, remember?
(Even though it doesn't hurt to be fit.) A herald named Leos informed
Theseus of the trap and our protagonist bushwhacked the
ambushers, so to speak. Armed with his father's sword and the
terrible Club of Periphetes, single-handedly Theseus sprang the
ambush, devastating the twenty-five filthy brothers and destroying the
entire force.
News of the untimely demise of half his sons broke the spirit of Pallas
and his march on Athens ground to a sudden halt. He disbanded his
command, enrolled his remaining offspring in the Witness Protection
Program, complete with change of identity, and told them to run like
the wind for their lives. Falling at the feet of Theseus, Pallas implored
him to be merciful.
"Still", he told Pallas, "It's a shame I never got to meet the rest of my
cousins..."
So everyone lived happily ever after, right? Are you kidding me? What
do you think this is, a fairy tale?
You see, a great sorrow hung over Athens. The ferocious animal
known as the Marathonian Bull had killed hundreds of people as it
rampaged across the countryside. As if that wasn't bad enough, one
of its victims was Androgeus, who happened to be the son of King
Minos of Crete, a very rich and powerful man with a huge fleet and
army at his disposal.
King Minos was not happy with the death of his precious boy and
placed the blame squarely upon the Athenians. When a terrible
drought hit the region an Oracle of Delphi pronounced that it was
divine punishment for the death of Androgeus. Spaced out on noxious
fumes, the Pythian priestess declared the macabre solution. Are you
ready for this?
To compensate King Minos for the death of his son, seven maidens
and seven youths had to be sent to Crete, every nine years, to be
offered up as sacrifice.
The good news was, the Minotaur was having them over to his
Labyrinth for dinner. The bad news was, they were to be the main
course.
Now you know why I think the Oracles were out of control. Damn
stoners never had any pleasant news! It was always, you know, "Kill
your firstborn!", or "Gouge out your eyes!", or some other equally
ridiculous command. Get a grip, folks!
Relax, will you? So what if Theseus was one of the fourteen sacrificial
lambs? Who cares that no-one who entered the Labyrinth was ever
seen again? Does it matter that the Minotaur was the most ferocious
beast alive at the time?
No. This is a bona fide Greek hero we're talking about here, Myth
Maniacs. He knew enough not to sweat the small stuff, so why should
we? After all, what sort of hero didn't face a little challenge or two?
Trust me. Our boy can take good care of himself, thank you very
much.
First Theseus went hunting for the nasty Marathonian Bull, the cause
of all this anguish. This fire-breathing monster was brought by
Hercules from Crete and let loose in Argos, where it worked its
murderous way to Marathon, killing and wreaking havoc as it went.
The natives had nicknamed it Mike Bison.
Everyone hoped that with the death of his son's murderer, King Minos
would forego the nine-year ritual sacrifice and spare the Athenian
youth. But no. Bullish King Minos himself showed up to hand-pick the
latest batch of victims. Some say that Theseus was picked by lot to go
to Crete, others insist that he convinced Aegeus to fix the draw so that
he was selected.
They are wrong. I was there when Minos chose the fourteen Athenian
youth, and I'm here to tell you that there was no luck of the draw
involved. King Minos took one look at our hero and asked if he was
Athenian. When told that this was the son of the King of Athens, born
in Troezen, Minos was in a quandary. The Oracle had said that only
Athenians could be sacrificed to the Minotaur, and thus he couldn't
force the young man to go to Crete as part of the tribute.
But what sweet revenge it would be if Aegeus lost his son and heir,
just as Minos had...
"No more Bull, no more sacrifice, King!" said our hero. We all held our
breath awaiting the Minos sign. The Cretan despot didn't hesitate - He
knew that, even if Theseus was lucky enough to slay the Minotaur,
there was no thread of hope he could ever navigate his way out of the
wicked maze called the Labyrinth.
The cocky young man was signing his own death warrant, this
handsome brash son of Aegeus.
"Pack your bag, punk, you're going to Crete!" he said. "Bring thirteen
of your lovely teenaged friends. Pack light, and only buy one-way
fares. No use wasting money."