Then Minerva said, "Father, wielder of the lightning,lord of cloud and storm, what mean you? Would you pluck this mortal whose doom has long been decreed out of the jaws of death? Do as you will, but we others shall not be of a mind with you."
And Jove answered, "My child, Trito-born, take heart. I did not speak in full earnest, and I will let you have your way. Do without let or hindrance as you are minded."
Thus did he urge Minerva who was already eager,and down she darted from the topmost summits of Olympus.