Editing Cyclopes (section)

=== Callimachus ===
For the third-century BC poet [[Callimachus]], the Hesiodic Cyclopes Brontes, Steropes and Arges, become assistants at the forge of the smith-god [[Hephaestus]]. Callimachus has the Cyclopes make [[Artemis]]' bow, arrows and quiver, just as they had (apparently) made those of [[Apollo]].<ref>[[Callimachus]], ''Hymn III to Artemis'' [https://archive.org/stream/callimachuslycop00calluoft#page/60/mode/2up 8-10]; [https://archive.org/stream/callimachuslycop00calluoft#page/66/mode/2up 80&ndash;83].</ref> Callimachus locates the Cyclopes on the island of [[Lipari]], the largest of the [[Aeolian Islands]] in the [[Tyrrhenian Sea]] off the northern coast of [[Sicily]], where Artemis finds them "at the anvils of Hephaestus" making a horse-trough for Poseidon:

{{Blockquote|And the nymphs were affrighted when they saw the terrible monsters like unto the crags of Ossa: all had single eyes beneath their brows, like a shield of fourfold hide for size, glaring terribly from under; and when they heard the din of the anvil echoing loudly, and the great blast of the bellows and the heavy groaning of the Cyclopes themselves. For Aetna cried aloud, and Trinacia cried, the seat of the Sicanians, cried too their neighbour Italy, and Cyrnos therewithal uttered a mighty noise, when they lifted their hammers above their shoulders and smote with rhythmic swing the bronze glowing from the furnace or iron, labouring greatly. Wherefore the daughters of Oceanus could not untroubled look upon them face to face nor endure the din in their ears. No shame to them! on those not even the daughters of the Blessed look without shuddering, though long past childhood’s years. But when any of the maidens doth disobedience to her mother, the mother calls the Cyclopes to her child—Arges or Steropes; and from within the house comes Hermes, stained with burnt ashes. And straightway he plays bogey to the child and she runs into her mother’s lap, with her hands upon her eyes. But thou, Maiden, even earlier, while yet but three years old, when Leto came bearing thee in her arms at the bidding of Hephaestus that he might give thee handsel and Brontes set thee on his stout knees—thou didst pluck the shaggy hair of his great breast and tear it out by force. And even unto this day the mid part of his breast remains hairless, even as when mange settles on a man’s temples and eats away the hair.<ref>[[Callimachus]], ''Hymn III to Artemis'' [https://archive.org/stream/callimachuslycop00calluoft#page/64/mode/2up 46&ndash;79].</ref>}}

And Artemis asks:

{{Blockquote|Cyclopes, for me too fashion ye a Cydonian bow and arrows and a hollow casket for my shafts; for I also am a child of Leto, even as Apollo. And if I with my bow shall slay some wild creature or monstrous beast, that shall the Cyclopes eat.<ref>[[Callimachus]], ''Hymn III to Artemis'' [https://archive.org/stream/callimachuslycop00calluoft#page/66/mode/2up 81&ndash;85].</ref>}}