And the great artist, Vulcan, thus replied: “Then of a truth a goddess is within Whom I must ever honor and revere; Who from the danger of my terrible fall Saved me, what time my shameless mother sought To cast me from her sight, for I was lame. Then great had been my misery, had not Eurynomè and Thetis in their laps Received me as I fell⁠—Eurynomè, Daughter of billowy Ocean. There I dwelt Nine years, and many ornaments I wrought Of brass⁠—clasps, buckles, bracelets, necklaces⁠— Within a vaulted cave, round which the tides Of the vast ocean murmured and flung up Their foam; nor any of the gods or men Knew of my hiding-place, save only they Who saved me, Thetis and Eurynomè. And now, as she is with us, I must make To fair-haired Thetis some thank-offering For having rescued me. Haste, spread the board Amply with generous fare, while I shall lay Aside my bellows and my implements.”