You know, Athene really seems to have trouble getting along with the other gods. Or is that just my imagination?
The rocky hill in Attica was home to a number of people even before Kekrops arrived, but their ways were crude, and lacked the polish of civilization.
No one knew who Kekrops was, really. They didn’t know where he had come from, or who his parents were. Some said he had sprung whole from the ground, but that only made for more questions.
What mattered to the Attic people was that he brought them the ways to make their lives better.
He taught them to worship Zeus and the other Olympians. And he taught them the ways of life the gods preferred. (He taught them other things, too, that were less pleasant. Like hating foreign ‘barbarians’ and disdaining the people from neighboring cities and enslaving those captured in war. But no one likes to talk about that.) By taking a wife and fathering three lovely daughters on her, he showed them how he wanted women to be treated. The men liked that. (The women, not so much.)
As the little village began to grow into a real city — or the tentative beginnings of one, at any rate — the people began to wonder just what they should call it.
Seeing an opportunity, Kekrops made a great offering to the gods, and told them that his city would one day be the finest city in any land, and that he would name that city in the honor of whatever god would be its protector.
Two of the gods appeared on that rocky hill, ready to take Kekrops up on his offer: mighty Poseidon, god of the sea, and wise Athene, goddess of war.