Episode 26J – A Death in the Family – Myths Your Teacher Hated

Episode 26J Show Notes

Source: Greek Mythology

This week on MYTH, some very bad things are about to go down. You’ll discover that some horses can’t be tamed, that tug of war can be hell, and that nothing is as badass as a costume change. Then, in Gods and Monsters, you’ll see why you should never cut down a tree. This is the Myths Your Teacher Hated podcast, where I tell the stories of cultures from around the world in all of their original, bloody, uncensored glory. Modern tellings of these stories have become dry and dusty, but I’ll be trying to breathe new life into them. This is Episode 26J, “A Death in the Family”. As always, this episode is not safe for work.
When we left the story last time, Paris former herdsmen and lost prince of Troy, had kidnapped Helen of Sparta, wife of King Menelaus, because a god promised her to him as a bribe. The Spartan king had summoned everyone he could to go get her back, over 1000 ships worth of soldiers, and set sail for Troy. They spent eight years of misadventures trying to get to the distant city before finally killing the right people to appease the right gods to find their way. There, they have spent another nine years besieging the city of Troy, with neither side really getting any decisive victories. After more inconclusive fighting, Agamemnon pisses off one of his most important allies by being petty, and Achilles goes to his tent to sulk, refusing to fight anymore. The Trojans had fought back fiercely, resulting in Menelaus of Sparta being willing to accept a challenge to single combat with Prince Paris of Troy to decide the whole damned war. After a lot of build up, Paris gets his ass kicked and is saved from certain death by the timely intervention of Aphrodite, who carries him away from the fight, leaving the battle to drag on. The battle becomes incredibly intense after Zeus orders all immortals off the field, and ends with the Greeks huddled behind a new wall around their ships, besieged by the Trojan army in one hell of a reversal. After a night full of cloaks and daggers, the Trojan spy lay dead and the Greek spies successfully raided and murdered the king and 12 soldiers of a Trojan ally in the darkness. The Greeks tried to buy off Achilles and get him back in the fight, but he preferred to be petulant and leave them to their fate. The Thracian dead were discovered in the morning, and the Trojans attacked anew, finally breaking through the wooden walls of the Greeks. With the help of a sneaky Hera fucking her husband into a magical coma, Poseidon supports the Greeks to prevent a total loss. The Trojans manage to push all the way to the Greek ships and start trying to burn them, prompting Achilles to allow his friend/lover Patroclus to dress as Achilles and go out to the fight to rally the troops. He promises to come back as soon as the threat to the ships is defeated, but in the thrill of his own victories, he forgets and chases the Trojans back passed the walls. Apollo slaps him around, making him easy game for the Trojans, and Hector finally slaughters the man and mocks his corpse.
Menelaus sees Patroclus fall and charges to his body to try and defend it (as well as the very powerful armor of Achilles the corpse is still wearing). Euphorbus, who had struck the first blow to Patroclus (other than Apollo, anyway) walks calmly up to the Greek king. “Stand aside, Greek. I was the first Trojan to have my spear drink of his blood, so you need to skedaddle off and let me have my spoils or I’ll have to kill you too and take both of you as trophies.”
“Your mouth is writing checks that your body can’t cash, asshole. You don’t have a chance against me, so go away, or I’ll be the one to kill you.” Euphorbus drew his spear. “Fuck it. Now you get to pay for the death of my brother and the sorrow your brought to my family. I’ll bring his widow your head as a small comfort.” Before he finished boasting, he struck hard at Menelaus, but the spear caught in his shield without penetrating. As he was pulling back on his spear, Menelaus drove his own spear over his shield and caught Euphorbus in the throat, ripping clean through his neck and dropping the man to the dust to go see his brother in the land of the dead.
Menelaus strips the man of his armor, and after that display, no one wants to be the next to challenge him, so he finishes in peace. He would have been able to carry away the armor and the body of Patroclus if Apollo hadn’t decided to step in yet again. He took the form of Mentes and went to Hector. “My prince, I know you’re after the horses of Achilles right now, but that’s a fool’s errand. No one but Achilles can tame them since he is half immortal. You should instead go and attack Menelaus who is currently standing guard over the body of Patroclus after killing Euphorbus, who helped you kill him.”
Hector was grieved that his friend, a man he had literally just been fighting beside, was dead and decided to avenge him. He screams his rage as he charges. Menelaus, still stripping the body of the dead Trojan, hears him coming. “Fuck. If I let Hector take Achilles’ armor from Patroclus, my people will call me a pussy. If, on the other hand, I stay and fight Hector and his troops single-handedly, I’m probably in trouble because there are a lot of them and one of me. If only I could get Ajax over here to fight with me. Together, I think we could take all of them.”
Before he had made up his mind, Hector rode up with many soldiers in formation behind him. Menelaus does the very un-Spartan thing and runs the fuck away like a little bitch. He gets away safely and checks the battle. On the far left flank, he sees Ajax the Greater cheering on the troops that Apollo had put a magical fear into. He raced up to him. “My friend, come with me! Patroclus is dead, but if we hurry, we can still save his body to return to Achilles. Hector already has his armor, I fear.” “Well, fuck, man. Lead the way!” The two heroes make their way back to the front lines to find Hector dragging the body away to decapitate and feed to the dogs of Troy. Hector falls back behind his men and hands the stolen armor over to his men as a trophy before climbing back into his chariot as Ajax stands guard over Patroclus’ body.
Glaucus doesn’t think much of Hector’s decision not to fight the Greek warrior for possession of a corpse. “You act all brave and shit, but you’re a coward when there’s actual fighting to be done. You left Sarpedon to the wolves back there, and he used to be your guest and comrade in arms! He fought and died for you, but you wouldn’t even try to recover his body, you prick. If the Lycians will listen to me, I’m going to take us all back home. If you weren’t such a pussy, you would have captured Patroclus’ body, and we could have traded it for the body and armor of Sarpedon.”
“I thought you knew me better than that, Glaucus. I thought you were smarter than the rest of those clowns you brought with you, but I hate your ass for calling me a coward. It’s not my fault, it’s Zeus. You know he sometimes snatches victory away from brave men. Follow me and see if you still think I’m a coward, or if those assholes defending Patroclus are going to start running scared.” He turned to his men. “Keep those fuckers off me while I put on Achilles’ armor, which I took from his friend, who I killed.” He raced back behind the lines to a safe distance and changed into the armor.
Zeus watches from on high. “Mistake! You fought well to kill Achilles friend, but robbing his body and stealing the armor is just going to piss off Achilles. I’ve been all for helping you, but this is a pretty grave insult. You’re on your own, man.” Ares, paying no attention to Zeus, went to the fight and endowed Hector with his own courage and power. Shouting a challenge to the heavens, Hector charged back into the battle. “Hear me, my allies! I haven’t called you here, fed you, housed you, and given you rich gifts for shits and giggles. My people have made do with less so that you could help defend the people of Troy, and now is the time! Whomever brings back the body of Patroclus in spite of the fierceness of Ajax will have half the spoils and likewise, half the honor!”
Ajax hears this speech and sees the Trojans prepare to charge. “Menelaus, this is probably it for us. I’m not really worried about the body of Patroclus here, who’s about to be food for dogs and vultures, so much as I’m worried about our safety. You should see if any of our allies are close enough to help us, or shit’s about to go pear shaped.”
Menelaus did so, and he did not go unanswered. Ajax the Lesser was the first to hear and respond, followed by Idomeneus and Meriones, and then others the story doesn’t bother to name. Zeus cast a cloud across the sky to prevent the sun from shining off the helmets of the Trojans and blind their foes because he had kind of liked Patroclus and didn’t really want to see him become dog food. The two groups met in a crash of wood and bronze, and the initial rush drove the Greeks back. They didn’t manage to actually kill anyone, but they did get control of the body and start to drag it away. Ajax the Greater, who was the second best fighter for the Greeks (after Achilles of course), charged to the front like a maddened boar. Hippothous, who had wrapped a strap around Patroclus’ ankle and was dragging him away, looked up in surprise just in time to see Ajax’s spear smash into the side of his helmet, crushing his skull and spattering his brains on those behind him. Hector tried to avenge his comrade, but Ajax dodged nimbly and it struck the man behind him instead.
More men die on both sides, and the Greeks start to turn the tide of battle and begin to drive the Trojans back towards the walls. They would have succeeded if Apollo hadn’t seen this and taken a hand. He went to Aeneas in the likeness of Periphas, his aged servant. “Aeneas, can’t you save Ilus, even though heaven is against us? There have been many people saved in spite of Zeus by their courage and honor, and now, I think he would rather give us victory than them if only you weren’t such a coward.” Aeneas knew that this wasn’t how his servant talked to him and almost immediately recognized Apollo. “Hey, Hector! Shame on us if we’re beaten by the Greeks! A god has just told me that Zeus is on our side, so let’s fuck their shit up before they can cart away the body of their friend to their ships!”
Nothing will perk you up quite like being told that a literal god actually told you that he was on your side. They renewed the attack, which wore down to a stalemate the whole day. Everyone was exhausted from the fighting, the adrenaline, and the weight of the armor and shields. In the world’s bloodiest tug of war battle, the body of Patroclus was dragged first one way and then the other, with neither side able to get that last, decisive pull. Neither side was willing to give in and let the other side have the battered, bloody corpse. It wasn’t about him, anymore. This was now a matter of pride.
Achilles, meanwhile, had no idea his friend was dead. As far as he knew, Patroclus was just going to seal up the gates and return, having successfully driven the Trojans away from the ships. Achilles’ horses, on the other hand, knew good and well what had happened to Patroclus. They were immortal, magical horses named Balius and Xanthus, given to King Peleus by Poseidon as a wedding gift (remember from back in Episode 26D that Poseidon is the patron god of horses). They knew Patroclus as Achilles’ charioteer and they stood there, refusing to move in spite of being whipped by Greek soldiers trying desperately to get them back to Achilles. They wept horse tears in silence. Zeus saw their sorrow and took pity. “Maybe it was a bad idea for us to give immortal horses to a mortal man. They’re going to have to watch a lot of friends die over the years. Still, I can at least promise you that Hector will never have you or your chariot. He has Achilles’ armor as a trophy, and that is enough. I’ll let you take your caretaker back to the ships before I let the Trojans sweep back over the land to the Greek ships again.”
Zeus gives strength to the horses, who start to move again, but the charioteer Automedon isn’t ready to give up. He drives them along the front lines trying to fight to avenge his friends and comrade, but he can’t fight and drive at the same time, so he’s basically just endangering himself for no reason whatsoever. Grief makes you do weird things sometimes. His friend Alcimedon sees him being stupid and calls him over. “Hey buddy, this is a bad idea. Patroclus is dead, and driving around like a maniac won’t bring him back.” “I know, buddy, but I can’t just sit here! Hey, you can sort of handle these magical horses. You’re better than me, anyway. How about you drive while I make these assholes pay for killing our friend?”
Hector sees the pair coming back into the fight and nudges Aeneas. “Hey, there’s no way those two clowns can handle that chariot. I bet if we attack together, we can take them.” Aeneas agrees with Hector’s assessment and they head to cut off the two Greeks, bringing Chromius and Aretus as backup. They aren’t being sneaky, since they’re contemptuous of the two warriors, so Alcimedon and Automedon (who must have become friends because their names are so ridiculously similar) see what’s what. “Keep the horses so close I can feel them breathing on me, Alcimedon. Hector’s definitely not going to give up until we’re dead and he has these horses to go with his stolen armor.”
They knew their own worth, and they couldn’t go toe to toe with Hector and survive. Not alone, anyway. “Ajaxes, Menelaus, let someone else defend Patroclus’ body and come help us against Hector!” Automedon, not waiting on them, hurls his spear. He misses Hector but hits Aretus in the belly. The Trojan manages one step before collapsing into the dust to die. Hector hurls his own spear back in answer, but Automedon dodges nimbly. Both out of spears, they would have drawn swords and charged one another if the two Ajaxes hadn’t crashed the party. The three surviving Trojans back off, unwilling to risk the fury of the Ajaxes. Having killed someone finally, Automedon goes back to the ships, but he doesn’t feel satisfied. “The dude I killed wasn’t as good as the friend I lost, so this whole victory feels hollow.”
Zeus, deciding that Hector has had enough glory for one day, sends Athena down to provide strength and encouragement to the Greeks. She took the form of Achilles’ father-figure Phoenix and went first to Menelaus. “It would be a real shame if the Trojan dogs were allowed to sink their teeth into poor Patroclus after all this. Don’t let that happen.” “Phoenix, my old friend, may Athena keep the spears and arrows away from me, and I’ll stand here and defend our fallen friend. He was a good man, and I don’t want to see him dishonored, but Zeus is backing Hector, so it’s rough going.” Athena was extremely pleased that he asked her for help above any other god, so she lent him her strength. Menelaus puts it to good use, killing the Trojan Podes, who was trying to get to the body.
Apollo sees this and goes to Hector in the form of Phaenops, who was a favored guest of the Trojan prince. “Hector, which Greek will you cower from next, now that you’ve pussied out from Menelaus like that? You know he’s only a mediocre soldier at best, but he somehow has the corpse and defends it single-handedly, having killed your friend Podes.” Hector felt a dark cloud of grief descend on him at the news, and he went to the front, clad in Achilles’ armor. Zeus hid Mount Ida behind a stormcloud and laid about him with lightning and thunder to give the Trojans victory, having yet again changed allegiances. First, Peneleos is hit by a spear that goes clean through his shoulder, digging a furrow in the bone. Then, Leitus is stabbed in the wrist by Hector, ruining his spear hand and ending his military career. Hector chases the man, giving Idomeneus an opening. He thrusts hard at Hector and catches him in the chest, near his nipple, but the spear breaks on the breastplate and the Trojans cheer. Their prince is having a charmed life.
Hector kills Idomeneus’ driver, and the Greek hero knows fear. He grabs another driver and flees the battle. “This day belongs to the Trojans, so we need to get the fuck out of here!” Ajax and Menelaus also note that Zeus has put his thumb on the scales again. “This sucks. Zeus is turning our weapons aside and making all of theirs strike home, regardless of who is holding the weapon. It’s bullshit. We really should let Achilles know that his bestest friend is dead, but I don’t think we have anyone to spare to take a message. For fuck’s sake, Zeus, if you’re going to slaughter us all this unfairly, you could at least let us die in the sunlight!”
Zeus has some bit of compassion for the Greeks, and drives away the clouds. Ajax ushered Menelaus away from the corpse. “I got this. Go find Antilochus to take the message to Achilles.” Menelaus, exhausted from the fight, doesn’t argue. He runs back behind the lines, looking for Antilochus, son of Nestor, who he soon finds on the left flank of the battle. “Hey, Menelaus, how’s things?” “Bad. Real bad. Patroclus has fallen to the Trojans, and I need someone to tell Achilles. He’s…he’s not going to be happy about losing his friend, and the fact that Hector looted Achilles’ armor from the corpse isn’t going to help soothe the wound at all.”
Antilochus was struck speechless. His eyes filled with tears, but his tongue felt rooted to his mouth. Unable to find the words, he silently turns away and runs for the ships, giving his armor to Laodocus on the way. Menelaus watched the messenger vanish into the crowd, and then turned to go back to Patroclus’ body. It still needed to be protected. He still had a job to do.
He returned to find Ajax still presiding over the fight. “I found Antilochus and sent him with the message. This will probably get Achilles off his emo ass and back to the fight, but it won’t do any good. Without his armor, he can’t actually do anything. He’d have to be insane to go into war with no armor. We can’t hope for help from him, so what’s our best plan to get out of this alive, Ajax?” “That’s tricky, Menelaus. I think you’re right on both counts about Achilles, so we need to save ourselves here. We’ve been fighting a drawn out stalemate for a while now. I think if Ajax and I rush the Trojans to keep Hector at bay, you and Meriones can grab Patroclus and carry him away to the ships. We’ve fought together a long time, so I think the two of us can hold them off long enough for you to get away. You game?”
Menelaus nodded. He was exhausted, but he would find the strength. At a signal, he and Meriones lifted the body between them and began to hurry away as fast as their exhausted legs could move. As soon as they picked up the body, a cry rose from the Trojans. They would not be denied their prize! They charged like a hound attacking a wounded boar, but they found that this boar still had some fight in him. The two Ajaxes stood fast against the tide of Trojan bodies and stopped them cold. Blood ran in a river around their feet, and several bodies fell lifeless to the dirt. Pale with fear, the other Trojans held off. No one wanted to be the next to die on one of the Ajaxes’ spears.
Given cover by the two immovable heroes, Menelaus and Meriones carried the body away through the swirl of the battle. The rest of the Trojan army wasn’t invested in saving this one body, so they didn’t pay them much mind. Carrying a body like that, they weren’t a threat, and there were too many fighters around them to try and get in a cheap shot as they fled. Hector and Aeneas stood powerelessly behind their army, unable to break the wall formed by Ajax and Ajax.
While all of this was happening, fleet-footed Antilochus was entering the Greek camp. He found Achilles sitting by his ships. Achilles in turn saw him coming, and the expression on his face. He didn’t want to believe, but some part of him already knew what the message was. “I hope I’m wrong. My mother warned me that while I lived, the bravest of the Myrmidons would fall to the Trojans and see the sun no longer. I fucking told him to come back here as soon as the Trojans were driven back beyond the walls. Dammit.” “It seems like you’ve guessed the news. Patroclus is dead, and there’s a fight raging around his naked body. Hector already stripped it and stole your armor. I’m sorry, Achilles.”
Achilles knelt and filled both hands with the dust of the earth. Tears in his eyes, he poured the dust over his head and his clothes. Then, he threw himself to the ground and pulled at his hair and tore his clothes in a fit of rage and grief. The story claims that the slaves Patroclus and Achilles had taken also wept with grief and beat their breasts, but I can’t help but wonder if they really meant it or were just protecting their own skins from Achilles. It could be both, I suppose. Antilochus knelt beside the grieving warrior to try and comfort him, afraid that he would plunge his knife into his own throat. Achilles screamed his rage to the heavens, and in the depths of the sea, his mother Thetis heard him. Her sisters, the many sea goddesses around her screamed as Thetis cried her own fear and grief at the path her son was on. If he wasn’t very, very careful, he would sign his own death warrant in the near future. She resolved to go to him, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to help him.
Her sisters preceded her out of the sea to the plains of Troy and formed an honor guard as she rose and went to her grieving son. She laid her hand on his head. “My son, why are you weeping? What happened? Zeus has granted your prayer to punish the Greeks for the way they treated you, hasn’t he?” “Yeah, mom, he did. A lot of our men have died for Agamemnon’s pride, but one of them is my dear friend Patroclus. You know he was my best friend, and I valued him as much as my own life! Hector killed him and stripped his cold corpse of the armor I lent him to try and keep him safe. I wish he’d just gone and gotten a wife instead. Now, I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t kill Hector and avenge Patroclus.”
Thetis wept at this statement. “My son, your own death waits for you if you kill Hector. You know that.” “So what, mom! I don’t care. I wish I could be dead right now since I couldn’t keep my best friend safe. I’m even starting to feel a little guilty that I let so many people die for my own anger. I’m the best fighter they have, and I wasn’t out there helping. I don’t care what happens to me now; I’m going to kill that motherfucker. If that means Zeus kills me, so be it. Not even Hercules, Zeus’ favorite son, could escape death. I never had a chance anyway. I still have time to win fame and renowned before I die. The Trojans will rue this day, and they will remember my name. Don’t try and stop me, mom.”
“I won’t, son. It’s a good thing to want to help your friends, but you can’t do anything without some armor. Hector has the armor that was made for you, even though his triumph won’t last. I can help you, my beloved son. I will go to Hephaestus and have him make you new armor. You’ll have it in the morning.” With a final, tearful hug, she dove into the sea and went to get armor for her son.
Achilles is about to have a badass costume change, so you know shit is about to go down for real. It’s gonna be epic. Next time. For now, it’s time for Gods and Monsters. This is a segment where I get into a little more detail about the personalities and history of one of the gods or monsters from this week’s pantheon that was not discussed in the main story. This week’s hero cum monster is Erysichthon.
One of the most pervasive themes from Greek mythology is never disrespect the Gods. We saw that reinforced back in Episode 26G with the myth of Sisyphus. The story of Erysichthon, the king of Thessaly, flows in a similar vein. His name means “earth-tearer” and might refer to his boundless desire for wealth (digging up the earth to find said riches) or it might refer to the crime that eventually made him famous. He was very rich, but like so many very rich men, he was also very greedy. He wasn’t particularly pious and so he didn’t spend a lot of time worrying about what the gods thought. In a world where the gods often walk the earth in physical form and, as we’ve seen, take a very active interest in events, this is not a recipe for a long, happy life.
His lands were rich, and he had a huge mansion for himself, but as his wealth and power grew, so did his need to flaunt it. He decided that the feast hall his father had built simply wasn’t large or grand enough for his awesome self, and so he decided to have a new one built. The best spot, to his mind, was on a piece of land currently occupied by a grove of trees considered to be held sacred by Demeter, goddess of agriculture, the harvest, growth and nourishment, and fertility of the earth. In an agrarian society like ancient Greece, pissing off Demeter was a terrible idea.
Erysichthon disagreed. That’s where he wanted his feast hall, so fuck the goddess. He ordered the trees cut down and removed. Some versions say that he picked the grove over any other location to prove that the gods did not exist and could be safely flouted. Things go well for a bit, with the men willing to cut down the sacred trees for enough money, but then they uncover a massive oak near the center of the grove. The trunk and branches were draped in countless votive wreaths, which were a symbol of every prayer that Demeter had ever granted for this kingdom. Oh shit.
Faced with this physical and unexpected symbol of the goddess’ existence and the sacredness of the trees, the men refused to cut the oak down. “The gods aren’t fukcing real, you shithead sheeple! Nothing is going to happen if you cut down one goddamned tree. You know what? Hand me the fucking axe. I’ll prove it!”
He took up an axe and cut it down himself, ignoring the faint, possibly imagined screams of anguish coming from the boughs. Once the tree finally collapsed to the ground and began to die, a dryad phased out of the tree, bleeding profusely from a deep wound in her side. Dryad’s were tree nymphs, usually considered to live in oak trees specifically (drys signifying oak in Greek), but the term has come to mean all tree spirits now. They were incredibly shy and fearful of humans and gods alike, with the exception of Artemis, goddess of the hunt and the wild. Dryads were linked to their trees, and cutting down a dryad’s tree would kill her. The belief in dryads continues today in the superstition of knocking on wood for good luck, as knocking on a dryad’s tree would sometimes summon them for aid, healing, or good fortune.
Erysichthon was more than a little surprised at this turn of events. “That’s…that’s impossible. Dryads don’t exist! They’re just stories.” The dying dryad found his eyes and her own flashed with anger, hate, and pain. With her dying breath, she cursed the impious king. “You cut down the goddess’ sacred grove and you killed me, even though you were warned, because your desire was too great. You didn’t believe in the gods. You will now, and you’ll learn that you never knew the real meaning of want!” She died there in the dirt and returned to the soil of the forest.
Demeter heard the nymph’s curse and decided to make sure it came true. She asked Limos, the spirit of unrelenting and insatiable hunger, to place herself inside his stomach. He didn’t notice anything at first. He went home, washed up, and had a lavish dinner. He was famished from actually doing some work for once, but no matter how much he ate, he was still starving. In fact, the food acted like fuel for the fire. The more he ate, the hungrier he grew. Within days, he had spent all of his money buying food. Then, he sold his possessions. Then, his home. He was famished, ravenous, and nothing could stop it.
Finally, with nothing else to sell, he sold his daughter Mestra into slavery, but she was later freed by Poseidon, who used to fuck her from time to time. To enable her to escape, he gave her the ability to take the shape of any creature, allowing her to slip out of her chains and fly away. Unfortunately, she was either naive enough or sweet enough to return to her asshole of a father, who immediately sold her again. Every time she came back, he sold her again. Finally, she stopped coming, and he had nothing left to sell. Famished and unable to beg enough food to keep himself occupied, the ruined, penniless former king ate his own body. He died of blood loss, still chewing his own bloody flesh.
The Greeks had a wicked sense of poetic justice, and this is just one of many, many examples of it. I guarantee that we will see more of it in future episodes. That’s it for this episode of Myths Your Teacher Hated. Keep up with new episodes on our Facebook page, on iTunes, on Stitcher, on TuneIn, and on Spotify, or you can follow us on Twitter as @HardcoreMyth and on Instagram as Myths Your Teacher Hated Pod. You can also find news and episodes on our website at myths your teacher hated dot com. If you like what you’ve heard, I’d appreciate a review on iTunes. These reviews really help increase the show’s standing and let more people know it exists. If you have any questions, any gods or monsters you’d want to learn about, or any ideas for future stories that you’d like to hear, feel free to drop me a line. I’m trying to pull as much material from as many different cultures as possible, but there are all sorts of stories I’ve never heard, so suggestions are appreciated. The theme music is by Tiny Cheese Puff, whom you can find on fiverr.com.
Next time, we’ll see both sides preparing for the climactic final battle that is at last approaching. You’ll see that Mr. Ed has mythological roots, that Hector can get a little bit pissy when things don’t go his way, and that Iron Man has nothing on Achilles. Then, in Gods and Monsters, we’ll meeting the Jamie Lannister of the ancient Greeks. That’s all for now. Thanks for listening.