Their duties had drawn The Ancient One and his companions far across the sea.  They had had to destroy something before evil people could use it for their sinister purposes.  Their journey home took them over Greece.  The Ancient One stopped and descended into a high mountain valley.  His companions soon joined him.
"Well this is a place I haven't seen for a long time!"  The Ancient One remarked to his male companion.  "An important moment in your peoples' history occured here.  I was a very small part of it."
"Really?"  his male companion stammered.  "Tell me of it."
"Words cannot well describe it," The Ancient One remarked.  "Let us turn back the mists of time and let the events, themselves, explain themselves."
He stretched out his hand and fog seemed to appear around them.  On one side it lifted, and they could see a great number of people fighting in the field before them; a group of men locked in fierce combat with a group of women.  Just before them Hermes, Aphrodite and Cupid sat watching the battle, drinking wine and eating from a great silver platter, watching the battle and encouraging this one and that.
Suddenly The Ancient One dropped from the sky.  Hermes cried "Creos!" in greeting, and waved.  Cupid ran over and embraced him, crying "Father!"  The Ancient One happily ruffed his hair.
"Why the happy little gathering?" he asked.  "What's all that out there about?"
It was Hermes that answered.  "You see that young fellow out there with the golden hair fighting the equally brilliant haired woman?"
"Got him!"  The Ancient One answered.
"That's Odin.  One of Zeus' sons by one of the other Olympians.  He offended Hera by refusing her advances.  So she sent the commander of her personal bodyguards The Valkyrie, Frigga, to teach him some manners.  And they've been going at it for quite a while.  The men seem to be holding their own."
The Ancient One shook his head.  "And you're all just sitting here, letting this foolishness happen and doing absolutely nothing."
Hermes laughed.  "You're about the only one that I've ever known," he finally managed, "that would take any action against Hera's wishes.  No way WE'RE going to upset her!"
The Ancient One nodded.  "Cupid," he remarked.  "Let me borrow your quill and bow." Without the slightest hesitation Cupid handed over his weapons.  The Ancient One laid the quill on a rock, prepared the bow, and then with incredible speed sent shafts flying.  One struck each woman on the battlefield and disappeared.  The stunned women backed off, and their opponants did likewise, seeing their distress.
"What's the matter?"  Odin cried.
"Nothing!"  his opponant answered.  "Just a twinge."  She rose her sword again to do battle, but Odin backed further off.
"You can't defend yourself," he remarked.  "I won't fight the helpless.  I don't want to fight you anyway.  I'd rather be doing other things with you."
Frigga lowered her sword.  "And just WHAT else would you want to be doing with me?"  she snapped.
Without the slightest hesitation Odin came forward, grabbed the back of her head with his free hand, tilted it up, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.  When he let go and backed off, Frigga went "Woo!"  and dressed her sword.  She nodded to her other companions who quickly put away their weapons, staring at their male companions.  She then looked very coyly at Odin.  "Why don't we, er..." she began.  "Why don't we go to some private place and talk about these other things you'd like to do besides fight me?"
Odin dressed his sword.  "Sounds good to me!"  he remarked.
Soon those on the battlefield paired off and headed for more secluded places.  The Ancient One smiled and handed Cupid back his weapons.  For the first time Aphrodite spoke.  "You only shot the women.  Why didn't you shoot the men?"
The Ancient One smiled.  "All you have to do is get a woman to fall in love with a man," he answered, "the rest will happen all by itself, on the man's part."
Aprhodite smiled.  "I suppose you're extremely busy," she remarked, "and have to hurry off."
"Well, actually," The Ancient One answered, "I don't have to be anywhere 'til tomorrow morning."
Aphrodite turned to her two male companions.  "Get lost!"  she snapped.  The two Olympians smiled happily.  Hermes picked up the tray of food and the wine, then thought better of it, and sat it back down.  He and Cupid bowed politely, and headed off, as Aphrodite and The Ancient One sat staring at each other.  The fog again closed, and when it lifted the valley was as it is now.
The Ancient One's male companion whistled.  "Yes!"  he remarked. "Indeed an important moment in my people's history!  Do my mother and father know of this little incident?"
"They learned of it," The Ancient One answered, "some years later.  Their only remark was 'You have always been quite the matchmaker!'"
His female companion kicked The Ancient One in the ankle.  "Let's stop boasting about our previous exploits," she remarked, "and get going.  There's still those slavers to deal with.  I want a personal piece of them!"
The Ancient One and his companion grinned, and they soared skyward.  "What about you and that prince in Deli?"  The Ancient One shot back over his shoulder.
"That's personal!"  his female companion answered, "That's personal!"