|The Story of Greece|
|by Mary Macgregor|
| Stories from the history of ancient Greece beginning with mythical and legendary stories of gods and heroes and ending with the conquests of Alexander the Great. Gives short accounts of battles and sieges, and of the men who made Greece a great nation. Ages 10-14 |
THE TWO WEAVERS
 ATHENE could not only wield the sword, she could also ply the
In these olden days there lived in Greece a Lydian maid who
could weave with wondrous skill. So beautiful were the
tapestries she wrought that her fame spread far and wide,
and lords and ladies came from distant towns to see the
maiden's skilful hands at work.
Arachne, for that was the maiden's name, lived in a cottage
with her parents. They were poor folk, and had often found
it hard to earn their daily bread. But now that their
daughter was famous for her embroidery their troubles were
at an end. For not only lords and ladies, but merchants,
too, were glad to pay well to secure the young maid's
And so all would have been well with Arachne and her parents
had not the foolish girl become vain of her work. Soon her
companions began to weary of her, for of nothing could she talk
save of her own deft fingers, of her own beautiful
Those who loved Arachne grew sad as they listened to her
proud words, and warned her that "pride ever goes before a
But Arachne only tossed her pretty head as she listened to
the wisdom of older folk. Nor did she cease to boast, even
saying that she could do more wonderful work than the
Not once, but many times did Arachne say that she
 wished she
might test her skill against that of the goddess. And
should a prize be offered, proudly she declared that it was
she who would win it.
From Olympus Athene heard the vain words of the maid. So
displeased was she with her boldness that she determined to
go to see Arachne, and if she did not repent to punish her.
She changed herself into an old white-haired dame, and came
to earth. Leaning upon a staff she knocked at the door of
the cottage where Arachne lived, and was bidden to enter.
Arachne was sitting in the midst of those who had come to
see and to praise her work. Soon she began to talk, as she
was quick to do, of her skill, and of how she believed that
her work surpassed in beauty any that Athene could produce.
The old woman pushed her way through the group that
surrounded the maid, and laying her hand upon the shoulder
of Arachne she spoke kindly to her.
"Be more modest, my child," she said, "lest the anger of the
gods descend upon you, lest Athene take you at your word,
and bid you to the contest you desire."
Impatiently Arachne shook off the stranger's hand, and
answered, "Who are you who dare speak to me? I would Athene
might hear my words now, and come to test her skill against
mine. She would soon see that she had a rival in Arachne."
Athene frowned at the insolence of the maiden. Then the
little company were startled to see the old woman suddenly
change into the glorious form of the goddess Athene. As
they gazed they were afraid and fell at her feet.
But Arachne did not worship the goddess. Foolish Arachne
looked boldly in her face, and asked if she had come to
accept her challenge.
Athene's only answer was to sit down before an empty
Soon each, in silence, had begun to weave a wondrous
Swift and more swift moved the fingers of the weavers,
while the group of strangers, gathered now near to the door,
watched the webs as they grew and grew apace.
Into her tapestry Athene was weaving the story of her
contest with Poseidon for the city of Cecrops. The
olive-tree, the horse, the gods in the council, all seemed
to live as they appeared on the web of the goddess.
The tapestry woven by Arachne was also beauteous as her work
was wont to be. In it you saw the sea, with waves
breaking over a great bull, to whose horns clung a girl
named Europa. And Europa's curls blew free in the wind.
At length Athene rose from the loom, her work complete.
Arachne, too, laid down her spindle, and as she turned to
look upon the tapestry of the goddess her courage suddenly
A glance had been enough to show her that her skill was as
nothing before the wonder and the beauty of Athene's work.
Too late the maiden repented that she had defied the
goddess. In her despair she seized a rope and tied it round
her neck to hang herself.
But the goddess saw what Arachne meant to do, and at once
she changed her into a spider, bidding her from henceforth
never cease to spin.
And so when you see a spider weaving its beautiful
embroidery on a dewy morning in the garden, or when you find
a delicate web in your lumber-room, you will remember how
Athene punished poor foolish Arachne in the days of old.
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