He wore the same old grey tunic every day, warm weather or cool, and he spoke quietly and he kept his eyes closed when he was talking to you. Even now I can clearly hear old Diomedes recounting the sad story of Artemis's Feast. Artermis is the radiant goddess of all the woodland creatures, even the backwoods churls and the ruffians and the lumbering forest louts. Each year, Artemis gave a winter feast on Leros. Every winter we hold a large indoor meal on the black night of the winter new moon.
Greenery is hung on the walls and over the doorways.
There's singing and bonfires, and at the end we spill a cup of wine and we leave in silence. Some people think that Artemis is a goddess of the moon, but Artemis has little to do with the moon. She's the goddess of the cedar groves. No weapons at all not bows or spears or knives or axes. And this was the problem, this was how it all began.