507 days ago - 7 76 B.C., April 18, Mount Olympus, lunchtime — One nymph fed him a peeled grape while another refilled his goblet. Heracles looked at the handmade Swiss sundial on his wrist: forty minutes before he had to be back at work. It was not easy being a god, but at least you got lunch and free dental insurance. “Olympics,” reminded the man beside him. Heracles tried to disguise his lack of enthusiasm. Why, he asked himself, had he ruined a perfectly good lunch by meeting a flack?