Mount Olympus

Theater was public performances, basically at religious festivals, and it honored Dionysus.

Dionysus is one of the gods up on Mount Olympus.

He was the god of celebrations, of having fun, the god of wine.

And yeah, all these plays were done outside, as I mentioned, in these outdoor theaters, thousands of spectators.

And by thy noble tender beauty won, Would bribe and buy thee to become her son.

And thee from high Olympic halls behold Themselves, thy grandsire sprites, far-famed pair This, clad in peacetide's angel robe of gold That, crimson-hued with paint of battle glare By thee they hope to see their tale twice told Their lofty memories live again, and there When Time thy years shall end, for thee they 'sign A seat where soareth Fame's eternal shrine But sithence ancient time's slow minutes vie Ere rule the peoples who desire such boon Bend on my novel rashness favoring eye That these my verses may become thine own So shalt thou see thine argonauts o'erfly Yon salty argent when they see it shone Thou seest their labors on the raging sea Learn even now invok'd of men to be They walk the water's vasty breadth of blue Parting the restless billows on their way Fair favoring breezes breathed soft and true The bellying canvas bulging in their play The seas were streamm'd with foam of creamy hue Flashing where'er the prow's wide open lay The sacred spaces of that ocean plain Where Proteus' cattle cleave his own domain When they who hold Olympic luminous height The gods and governors of our human race Convened, in glorious conclave all unite The coming course of eastern things to trace Treading the glassy dome of lovely light Along the milky way conjoined they pace Gather'd together at the thunderer's hest And by old Atlas' gentle grandson press'd They leave the regiment of the firmament seven To them committed by his high command His power sublime whose thoughtful will hath given Order to skies, and angry seas, and land Then instant gather in the skies of heaven Those who are throned on far Arcturus' strand And those that Auster rule, and orient tides Where strings Aurora, and clear Phoebus hides Reposed there the sire sublime and dien Vibrates whose hand the fierce vulcanian ray On seat of starry splendor crystalline Grinn'd in his lofty jest of sovereign sway Respired from his brow such air divine That to divine could change dull human clay Bearing the crown and sceptre rudent Of clearer stone than clearest diamond On sparkling seats with marquetry inlaid Of gold and pearl-work sat, in lower state The minor godheads marshalled and arrayed In as demanded reason, rank, and rate Highest the seniors of most honored grade Lower adown the lower deities sate When thus high Jove the deathless throng address'd With awful accents dealing gravest hest Immortal peoples of the starlit pole Whose seats adorn this constellated sphere If the stout race of valor-breathing soul From Lucus springing still to thought bedear Your high intelligence leave unroll The writ of mighty Fate; her will is clear This deed to cold oblivion's shade shall doom The fame of Persia, Assyria, Greece, and Rome To them 'twas erst, and well they wot it, given Albeit a power so single, simple, small To see the doughty Moor from trenchments driven Where gentle Tagus feeds and floods the vale Then with the dreadful Spaniard have they striven By boon of Heaven serene ne'er known to fail And urged their fortune's ever-glorious claim To victor trophies hung in fane of fame Godheads! I leave that antique fame unsaid Wreft from the race of Romulus their foes When, by their warrior Viriatus led So high in Roman wars their names arose Eke leave I memories which to merit 'ed Honor obliged when for chief they chose That perfect captain, erst a peregrine foe Who feigned a demon in his milk-white doe Now well you see, how still their souls to steer A fragile bark through dubious wat'ry way By paths unused, and holding naught in fear Notice an affray's force, walk bolder they How whilom every region left to rear Where suns or shorten or draw along the day On wings of stubborn will these men be borne To cite the cradles of the nascent morn Promise them Fate's eternal covenant Whose high commandments none shall dare despise For years full many they shall rule th' extent Of seas that see the ruddy suns arise On wavy wastes hard winter have they spent Or work they come by travailing and prize T' were meet we show them, thus it seemeth me The fair new region which they fain would see And as their valor so you trow defied On asterisk voyage cruel harm and sore So many changing skies their manhood tried Such climes where storm-winds blow and billows roar My sovereign mandate this: be theirs to ride In friendly haven on the Blackmoor shore Whence shall the weary fleet with every need Garnished once more her long-drawn voyage speed Thus hearing Jupiter's decree pronounced Each god responsive spoke in order due Contrasting judgment one and all announced Giving and taking various diverse view But father Bacchus then and there renounced homage to Jove's command, who right well knew his deeds on Orient land would leave no trace were furtherance granted to the Lucian race.

The fatal sisters he had heard declare how from his Penian bounds a hero band should span the pathless deep, and naught should spare wherever Doris bathed Indian strand; should with new victories every deed outthere, done or by his or other stranger hand, confound his sorrows, lest he lose the glory the names still celebrate in the Nysian story.

His seeds, while Indus he of yore had tamed, fortune or favoring chance had aye denied to hear him India's conqueror acclaimed by Bardic men who drain Parnassus' tide.

As thus he said, the sire of sovereign might assented, nodding grave his awful head to Mars' opinion, ever fain of fight; and o'er the council showers of nectar shed.

The galaxy, the pathway glowing bright, the deities all do sparkling rose to tread, royal obeisance making, and the road each took returning to his own abode.

While thus it happened in the ethereal reign, omnipotent Olympic height serene, the warrior people cut the curved main, Austral and Oriental course between; where fronts the face of Ethiopic plain far-famed St. Lawrence isle; Sol's brightest sheen upon the water deities rained fire, who, changed to fishes, 'scaped Deiphobus' ire.

The wafting winds so winsome urged their way, as though the smiling heavens dear friends defended, serene the welkin and the lucid day dawned sans a cloud nor aught of risk pretended.

Well, I had to do some research, obviously, into the Norse pantheon.

And also, my protagonists do make a journey to the Greek Olympus too, Mount Olympus.

So I had to do a little research there.

But most of my research actually comes in the form of historical research because in the first book, Lynn hires a ghostwriter who just graduated from her MFA program.