In Greek mythology, Meleager (Μελέαγρος) was the son of Althaea and Oeneus and, according to some accounts father of Parthenopeus and Polydora. His story has similarities with the Scandinavian Norna-Gests þáttr. When Meleager was born, the Moirae (the Fates) predicted he would only live until a brand, burning in the family hearth, was consumed by fire. Althaea immediately doused and hid the brand. Meleager married Cleopatra, daughter of Idas. However, in some versions, he had to defeat Atalanta in a footrace, which was aided by Athena.
Oeneus sent Meleager to gather up heroes to hunt the Calydonian Boar that had been stalking the area. Among many others, he chose Atalanta, a fierce huntress, whom he loved. According to one account of the hunt, Hylaeus and Rhaecus, two centaurs, tried to rape Atalanta. Meleager killed them.
Then, Atalanta wounded the boar and Meleager killed it. He awarded her the hide since she had drawn the first drop of blood.
Toxeus and Plexippus (Althaea's brothers) grew enraged that the prize was given to a woman. Meleager killed them in the following argument. He also killed Iphicles and Eurypylus for insulting Atalanta. Since Meleager had killed her two brothers, Althaea placed the brand back upon the fire, killing him.
Bring Me My Arrows of Desire: Fiction Extract ; Lawrence Norfolk's Third Novel Twists Two Stories Separated by 3,000 Years into a Gripping Drama. Here He Sets the Scene for the Fatal Love of Meleager for Atalanta
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