Hera and Iris
âThe statue of Hera is seated on a throne; it is huge, made of gold and ivory, and is a work of Polycleitus. She is wearing a crown with Graces and Seasons worked upon it, and in one hand she carries a pomegranate and in the other a sceptre. About the pomegranate I must say nothing, for its story is somewhat of a holy mystery. The presence of a cuckoo seated on the sceptre they explain by the story that when Zeus was in love with Hera in her maidenhood he changed himself into this bird, and she caught it to be her pet. This tale and similar legends about the gods I relate without believing them, but I relate them nevertheless.â
Pausanias, Description of Greece 2. 17. 4
âSo she (Iris) spake and seated her beside the golden throne, even as a hunting hound of Artemis which, when it hath ceased from the swift chase, sitteth by her feet, and its ears are erect, ever ready to receive the call of the goddess. Like thereto the daughter of Thaumas sat beside her throne. And she never forgetteth her seat, not even when sleep lays upon her his forgetful wing, but here by the edge of the great throne with head a little bent aslant she sleeps. Never does she unloose her girdle or her swift hunting-boots lest her mistress give her some sudden command.â
Callimachus, Hymn 4 to Delos 216 ff
Absolutely beautiful, I love when people model Hera after the Argive Heraion itâs one of my favorite things. Her connection to pomegranates and their power is so important to me. Oh also the cuckoo is in active flight on the staff !!! I adore that !! Thatâs such good attention to detail! Iâve seen a lot of drawings of the potential statue where the bird is at rest, but weâve seen from some vases that Heraâs cuckoo on her staff was flying just like this!! Also-
Very fair to exclude it since itâs not relevant to the scene in the image, but I would be remiss not to show people just how sapphic Irisâ dialogue is right before she sits down beside Hera:
âHonored Hera, most preeminent among the goddesses, I am yours, all things are yours, and you sit as the legitimate queen of Olympus, while no other woman rivals your ferocity. And you, Queen, will know the reason for your anger.
Leto is untying her cincture on an island. All the others loathed her and did not receive her. But Asteria called her by name as she was passing by, Asteria, vile refuse of the sea. You yourself also know her.
But dear Mistress, avenge your servants who walk the earth at your command, for it is within your power.â Thus she spoke and sat beside the golden throne, like Artemisâ bitchâŚ
Like okay goddess of the rainbow đ I see you. Bet two of her nails are cut short just in case.
I also just love how fiercely defensive of Hera she is in other sources, too, like the Madness of Heracles:
Chorus:
Lord Apollo! Lord, save us from this terror!
The chorus rushes about as if to flee or hide until Iris addresses them
Iris:
Come, come old gentlemen! Donât be afraid! This here is Lyssa, daughter of Night and I am Iris, messenger of the gods. We have not come to harm this city but are marshalling against one single house, one single man, that man who has been called the son of Zeus and Alcmene. Until Herakles had finished all his bitter labours, neither Fate nor Zeus himself would allow us or Hera to cause him any harm. However, he has now completed all those chores that Eurystheus has ordered him to do and so Hera wants to stain him with the guilt of blood spilling, the blood of his very own children. And I am with her on that! [âŚ]
Lyssa:
My birth is noble. The very blood of Night and Ouranos and it is they who have granted me these honours, honours which I donât enjoy and nor do I enjoy visiting the homes of mortal friends. So I wish to give Hera some advice before she makes a grave error and to you, too, Iris, if you will accept it. You are sending me to the house of a man who is held in high regard among both, mortals as well as gods. [âŚ] I advise you not to plot evil against him.
Iris:
Neither Hera nor I need your advice!
Lyssa:
I am trying to make you see the right way, not the wrong way.
Iris:
Zeusâ wife did not sent you here to talk wisdom.
She just sounds like âyou DARE defy the word of my Mistress??? Your QUEEN??? Learn your place, daemon.â
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