Hephaestus
No one celebrated the birth
of Hephaestus. His mother, Hera, had awaited him with great eagerness, hoping
for a child so beautiful, so gifted, that it would make Zeus forget his heroic
swarm of children from lesser consorts. But when the baby was born, she was
appalled to see that he was shriveled and ugly, with an irritating bleating
wail. She did not wait for Zeus to see him, but snatched the infant up and hurled
him off Olympus. For a night and a day he fell, and hit the ground at the edge
of the sea with such force that both of legs were broken He lay there on the
beach mewing piteously, unable to crawl, wracked with pain, but unable to die
because he was immortal.
Finally the tide came up. A huge wave curled him under its arm and carried him off to sea. And there he sank like a stone, and was caught by the playful Thetis, a naiad, who thought he was a tadpole. When Thetis understood it was a baby she had caught, she made a pet of him and kept him in her grotto. She was amazed at the way the crippled child worked shells and bright pebbles into jewelry. One day she appeared at a great festival of the gods, wearing a necklace he had made. Hera noticed the ornament and praised it and asked her how she had come by it. Thetis told her of the strange twisted child whom someone had dropped into the ocean, and who lived now in her cave making wonderful jewels. Hera divined that it was her own son and demanded him back. Hephaestus returned to Qlympus.
There Hera presented him with a broken mountain nearby, where he could set up forges and bellows. She gave him the brawny Cyclopes to be his helpers, and promised him Aphrodite as a bride if he would labor in the mountain and make her fine things. Hephaestus agreed because he loved her and excused her cruelty to him. "I know that I am ugly, Mother," he said, "but the fates would have it so. And I will make you gems so beautiful for your tapering arms and white throat and black hair that you will forget my ugliness sometimes, and rejoice that you have taken me back from the sea." He became the smith-god, the great artificer, lord of mechanics. And the mountain always smoked and rumbled with his toil, and he has always been very ugly and very useful.