GREEK GOD
WEAVER STORY

There was a young girl in Greece named

Arachnes. His face was pale but white, and his eyes were big and blue, and his hair

long and like gold. What he cares about from morning until noon

just sit in the sun and turn; and he

care from day to night is just to sit in the shade and weave.

And oh, how wonderful and wonderful things are

he looms in his loom! Hemp, wool, sutra—dia working

everything; and when they came from his hands, the cloth he made from

they are so thin and soft and bright that people come from

all over the world to see it. And they said that the cloth

very rare can not be made of hemp, or wool, or silk, but

the lusu is made of sunlight and the feed is made of gold thread.

Then when, day after day

the day, the girl sat in the sun and stretched, or sat in

in shade and weaving, he said: "In the whole world there is no thread

as smooth as mine, and in the whole world there is no cloth. so soft and

smooth, or silk so bright and rare."

"Who taught you to turn around and

weave very well?" someone asked.

"Nobody taught me,"

said. "I learned how to do it while I sat down

under the sun and shade; but no one shows it

to me."

"But maybe Athena, queen of the air, is,

teach you, and you don't know."

"Athena, the queen of the air? Pshaw!" word

Arachnes. "How can he teach me? Can he spin

a thread like this? Can he weave things like mine?

I want to see him try. I can teach him a thing or two."

He looked up and looked at the doorway

a tall woman wrapped in a long robe. His face was fair

look, but firm, oh, very loud! and his gray eyes are so sharp

and it was bright so that Arachne could not look him in the eye.

"Arachne" said the woman, "I

Athena, the queen of the air, and I have heard your booze. Are you still

mean to say that I haven't taught you how to spin and

weave?"

"Nobody taught me" said

Arachne; "and I don't thank anyone for anything

all I know;" and he stood, upright and proud, at the side

the looms.

"And do you still think that you

can spin and weave as well as I do?" said Athena.

Arachne's cheeks turned pale, but he said,

"Yes. I can weave as well as you."

"Then let me tell you what

what we're going to do" said Athena. "Three days from now

we'll both weave; you're in your loom, and I'm in my loom. Our

will ask the whole world to come and see us; and great Jupiter,

the one sitting in the clouds, will be the judge of it. The work is the best, then

I will not weave any more as long as the world is still there; but if my work

is the best, then you will never use looms or

spindle or distaff again. Do you agree with this?" "I

agree," said Arachne.

"Good," said Athena. And he

go awayl.

When the time comes for a weaving contest,

the whole world was there to see it, and the great Jupiter sat in

between the clouds and looking.

mulberry tree, where butterflies fly and grasshoppers chirp along

day. But Athena had put her loom in the sky, where the wind

the light blows and the summer sun shines; for he is

air queen.

Then Arachne took out a silk scroll

best of all and start weaving. And she weaves a web of outward beauty

ordinary, so thin and light that it would float in the air, yet so

strong so that it can hold the lion in its snare; and the twine and

weft of various colors, arranged so beautifully and mixed with each other

until all who see become happy.

"No wonder the girl was boasting

ability" people say.

Jupiter himself nodded.

Then Athena began to weave. And he

take the sunlight that gilded the mountain peak, and snow feathers from the clouds

summer, and ether blue summer sky, and bright green from the fields

summer, and the purple kingdom of the autumn forest, - and you think what he is

weaving?

The net he loomed in the sky was filled with

pictures of dazzling flowers and gardens, and castles and towers, and heights

mountains, and men and beasts, and giants and dwarves, and mighty creatures

who live in the clouds with Jupiter. And those who see it

so fascinated and excited, that they forgot all about the net

beautiful that has been woven Arachne. And Arachne himself was ashamed and

afraid when he saw it; and he hid his face in his hands and

crying out.

"Oh, how can I live,"

he shouted, "now I can no longer use looms or

a bobbin or a stick?"

And she kept crying and crying and

crying, and saying, "How can I live?"

Later, when Athena sees that girl

the poor man will never have joy unless he is allowed to

spinning and weaving, he felt sorry for her and said:

"I'll free you from

bargain if I can, but it's the thing that can't

made by anyone. You must hold your consent to not

never touch a loom or spinner again. However, because you will not

never be happy unless you can spin and weave, I'll give you

new Form so that you can continue your work without a spinner or

loom."

Then he touched Arachne with the tip

the spear he sometimes carried; and the girl soon turned into

the nimble spider, which ran into the shade in the grass and started

merrily twirling and weaving a beautiful net.

I've heard

it is said that all the spiders that have existed in the world since then are

arachne's children; but I doubt if this is true. However, for what

as far as I know, Arachne is alive and spinning and weaving; and

the next spider you see might be his own.

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