‘What’s the issue big man,’ Hermes asked. Luckily for Perseus, Athena and Hermes happened to be playing swingball within earshot and after hearing his pleas decided to come to his aid (leaving poor Hestia to play by herself once again). ‘But…I’ve not had any food yet,’ Perseus moaned, ‘and what’s that about snake hair and stoney eyes,’ he added as he found himself standing outside the banquet hall, the door slowly shutting in his face. Off you go then.’ Polydectes walked Perseus to the door. Instead of the horse, fetch me Medusa’s head. ‘Achaeus, what is the name of that Gorgon, the one with the pretty face but with snake hair and eyes that turn people to stone?’ ‘Such is the folly of youth,’ muttered Polydectes under his breath. ‘Yes, my grace, I wish nothing but to bring honour to my family. What might we do? What might we do? Aha, that’s it!’ ‘Mmmm,’ the King pondered, ‘yes, yes, of course. But I will, of course, be willing to pay my dues by some other means.’ You see, I do not have the money for a horse. ‘Well actually your grace, I come to beg your forgiveness. Perseus was sure he saw the King wink at his advisor as he spoke. ‘The horse, ah yes, I bet a young man like you will have a fine stallion worthy of Poseidon.’ Be a good man and go fetch me some cheese will you. Achaeus? Achaeus, where are you? There you are. I bet you could grate cheese on those abs. Look at you! You’ve certainly grown into a strapping young man haven’t you. ‘None of that young Percy, we are – after all – more of less family are we not? And how is my brother Dictys? Out fishing no doubt. ‘Your grace,’ Perseus said as he approached the King’s table. He was quite the opposite of his brother Dictys, who had raised Perseus from boy to man. There was something about him that Perseus didn’t like, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The fat, odious King was calling for him. And what was he to do about the horse, or – more correctly – the lack thereof? His plain white tunic, crudely fix in place at the shoulder, made him look like one of the servants rather than one of the guests. The day of the banquet arrived and Perseus, too noble to refuse the King’s invite, was sat at his table. ‘Exactly Achaeus.’ Polydectes chomped into a tomato and the juice squirted out of his mouth. ‘But Perseus will not have a horse to bring, my grace, nor the money to buy one.’ Invite the boy Percy and all the usuals and ask everyone to bring a horse – we’ll say I’m collecting contributions for the hand of Hippodamia.’ ‘Yes, well, I suppose that’s what happens when you’re looked after by my brother. ‘Very, my grace, barely a drachma between them.’ ‘Yes, yes, lose the boy and while he’s away the mother’s fair game. Although they say he’s another one of Zeus’…’ ‘Humph,’ grunted Polydectes, ‘the boy maybe. ‘I believe the Gods have plans for them.’ The advisor looked at his ill-tempered King’s ageing body overflowing from his grease stained clothing and then considered the perfectly formed Danae. ‘Exactly, Danae, will refuse to be my Queen whilst the boy is around?’ Have to be careful these days with relations. The mother is called Danae and the son is Perseus.’ ‘And the big looking chap with the muscles and the chiseled jaw is definitely just her son?’ ‘Yes, I believe so your grace,’ replied his advisor. A steady stream of grease dripped into his greying beard as his mind ticked over. It captures our senses with sparkling citrus notes that fade away slowly in a base of Musk.Polydectes, King of Serifos, took a bite out of his chicken leg. This fragrance is a real delice to the ones looking for autentic cologne. The Hesperides, nymphs of Greek Mythology, daughters of the night, were three and they say they got the task to guard the garden of the Gods, where on the trees grew the Golden Apples, that gave immortality. Perfumes › JARDIN DE FRANCE 1920 › SECRET HESPERIDE
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