{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/luc/wl1/wl142.htm","path":"cla/luc/wl1/wl142.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/luc/wl1/wl142.htm","text":"The Xanthus. The Sea\nXan. O Sea, take me to you; see how horribly I have been treated; cool my wounds for me.\nSea. What is this, Xanthus? who has burned you?\nXan. Hephaestus. Oh, I am burned to cinders! oh, oh, oh, I boil!\nSea. What made him use his fire upon you?\nXan. Why, it was all that son of your Thetis. He was slaughtering the Phrygians; I tried entreaties, but he went raging on, damming my stream with their bodies; I was so sorry for the poor wretches, I poured down to see if I could make a flood and frighten him off them. But Hephaestus happened to be about, and he must have collected every particle of fire he had in Etna or anywhere else; on he came at me, scorched my elms and tamarisks, baked the poor fishes and eels, made me boil over, and very nearly dried me up altogether. You see what a state I am in with the burns.\nSea. Indeed you are thick and hot, Xanthus, and no wonder; the dead men's blood accounts for one, and the fire for the other, according to your story. Well, and serve you right; assaulting my grandson, indeed! paying no more respect to the son of a Nereid than that!\nXan. Was I not to take compassion on the Phrygians? they are my neighbours.\nSea. And was Hephaestus not to take compassion on Achilles? He is the son of Thetis.\nH.","title":"Works of Lucian, Vol. I: Dialogues of the Sea-gods: XI","type":"page"}