On her head was a helmet, and in her hand a spear.

And over her shoulder, above her long blue robes, hung a goat-skin, which bore up a mighty shield of brass, polished like a mirror.

She stood and looked at him with her clear gray eyes; and Perseus saw that her eye-lids never moved, nor her eyeballs, but looked straight through and through him, and into his very heart, as if she could see all the secrets of his soul, and knew all that he had ever thought or longed for since the day that he was born.

And Perseus dropped his eyes, trembling and blushing, as the wonderful lady spoke.
'Perseus, you must do an errand for me.' 'Who are you, lady?
And how do you know my name ?' 'I am Pallas Athene; and I know the thoughts of all men's hearts, and discern their manhood or their baseness.

And from the souls of clay I turn away, and they are blest, but not by me.