HOW THE TROJAN WAR WAS AVERTED

The scene: a hillside near the ancient city of Troy. A handsome young shepherd is tending his flock. There is a flash of lightning; a crash of thunder. Three beautiful women appear suddenly before him. The first steps forward.
“Fear not, young Paris, for you have been chosen by Zeus himself to judge which of the three of us is the most fair. I am Hera, queen of the gods. Choose well, and I will give you dominion over men; legions of warriors to command; untold power.”
The second woman spoke. “I am Athena. What good is power without wisdom? Choose me, and I will make you the wisest of men. Others will travel from all corners of the earth to seek your guidance. You will be renowned and revered.”
The last woman stepped forward. “I am Aphrodite. What good is wisdom or power without love? Choose me, and I will give you the most beautiful of mortal women, who will cherish you until the end of your days.”
Paris bowed. “My ladies, you do me great honour, but the task you give me is indeed Herculean. One question, if I may.” He turned to Aphrodite. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of making me the most beautiful woman in the world?…”