Will they prefer ambrosia or blood? Eris wondered as she considered her offering for the Fates.
Bah, offer them the best you got. Any mortal can spell blood for the Three. Only an Olympian can give them ambrosia and nectar. So she saved her portions for three days. She thought it best to give each of them a serving when she came to visit them.
She wanted and boon and thought it best not to come to them empty-handed. The Three preferred to live in caves but didn’t wish to delve as deep as Hades did. Then again Hades wouldn’t live in the Underworld himself if he had the choice. It was hard to tell why such a life was imposed on him. Was it a decree of the Fates? Or a plot by his brothers to force an unwanted domain on him? They’d played dice over the spoils of their war with Cronus. The results of dice throws were always credited to the Fates but who knew if the dice were already loaded by Zeus and Poseidon?
She knew it was no use to ask for an expansion to her power base from the Olympians. It’d take a war to change their minds, and she didn’t have a capacity for war—yet.
Yet Athena was proof the Fates could be appeased. Aphrodite had more pull with the Olympians than Eris did. They’d seen her new hobby as harmless when she took up weaving so Miss Priss whined to the Fates to put a stop to it. The Fate’s decreed it was Aphrodite’s duty and pleasure to make love. Miss Priss was bound to object when Eris impinged on her domain of war unless she countered it first.
It’ll be different for me. The next time Miss Priss whines she’ll find her last line of appeal already cut off. She would succeed where Aphrodite had failed.
There were tapestries and rungs when she got further into the cave. The Fates are the foremost weavers in the cosmos. It’s probably their handiwork. Yet she was still worried since it reminded her of Athena’s pieces. So standardized and proper. the use of pre-approved themes. It’s little wonder I took Arachne as my personal weaver. Her handiwork is more to my liking. She cackled at the memory of Athena’s rage when Eris granted Arachne her protection and favor. Her laughter rang down the hallway, announcing her presence to the Fates.
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos were gathered around a table drinking a herbal tea. Eris held up her basket, “I offer you ambrosia and nectar for your repast.”
Lachesis nodded, took the basked and placed it on the table. Clotho, the Maiden, divided the portions among them. “I shall save mine until this business is done. I don’t want to lose my appetite.” Her frown was as disapproving as Athena’s got and Eris’s back stiffened.
The Crone, Atropos smiled, exposing ragged teeth. “I find malice the perfect spice to my meals.”
The Mother, Lachesis, sighed.
“You know why I’m here?”
“You want to become a war goddess.” Lachesis said.
“I see it as a natural extension of my present duties,” Eris said. “But I know Miss Priss will complain I’m impinging on her name. Meanwhile, she has two duties that impinge those of four gods, Mars and yours.”
“Ours?” Clotho repeated.
Eris raised a brow. “You Three weave the Tapestry of Life. That makes you the most fitting patronesses of weaving.”
Atropos cackled while Lachesis sighed and Clotho’s mouth fell open. “You do your job well, Goddess of Discord.”
Eris sighed. “So you see my petition as a way to encourage corruption?”
“You serve us best when you subtlety encourage ambition. The results of such work is the most dramatic and despised in conquerors. Though it is something worth applauding when seen in entrepreneurs and statesmen. That is your place in the Order of Things.” Lachesis said.
Atropos motioned to Clotho who took out a bag. “Lachesis and I have two gifts for you prepared in return for the ambrosia and nectar you gave us.”
There was a jeweled dagger, and an asp let out of the bag.
Lachesis grabbed the dagger and presented the hilt to Eris. “Here is a dagger to place in your enemies’ back.”
Atropos grabbed the asp and wound it around Eris’s wrist like a bracelet. “Let this asp give you poison you can plant into the hearts of whoever you desire to corrupt.”
Eris glanced at Clotho, “Two out of the Three isn’t bad.”
Clotho gave her an arched grin, “Bring me a sample of Arachne’s handiwork and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Clotho laughed, “I’m one of her biggest fans. There’s more to Arachne’s tapestry than what is seen in the front. I know what you did for her…
You can see what Eris did for Arachne in my release A Heart for Hubris.