|by Charles Kingsley|
|Stories of the heroes of ancient Greece, told in fine poetic prose. Includes accounts of Perseus who slew Medusa the Gorgon, Jason who sought the Golden Fleece, and Theseus who slew the Minotaur. By preserving the Greek spirit in the retelling of these myths, Kingsley gives us plain strength and seriousness, courage, steadfastness, and beauty. Dozens of attractive illustrations by T. H. Robinson enliven the text. Ages 9-12 |
HOW THE ARGONAUTS SAILED TO COLCHIS
 AND what happened next, my children, whether it be true or
not, stands written in ancient songs, which you shall read
for yourselves some day. And grand old songs they are,
written in grand old rolling verse; and they call them the
Songs of Orpheus, or the Orphics, to this day. And they tell
how the heroes came to Aphetai, across the bay, and waited
for the southwest wind, and chose themselves a captain from
their crew: and how all called for Heracles, because he was
the strongest and most huge; but Heracles
 refused, and called
for Jason, because he was the wisest of them all. So Jason
was chosen captain; and Orpheus heaped a pile of wood, and
slew a bull, and offered it to Hera, and called all the
heroes to stand round, each man's head crowned with olive,
and to strike their swords into the bull. Then he filled a
golden goblet with the bull's blood, and with wheaten flour,
and honey, and wine, and the bitter salt-sea water, and bade
the heroes taste. So each tasted the goblet, and passed it
round, and vowed an awful vow: and they vowed before the
sun, and the night, and the blue-haired sea who shakes the
land, to stand by Jason faithfully in the adventure of the
golden fleece; and whosoever shrank back, or disobeyed, or
turned traitor to his vow, then justice should minister
against him, and the Erinnues who track guilty men.
Then Jason lighted the pile, and burnt the carcase of the
bull; and they went to
 their ship and sailed eastward, like
men who have a work to do; and the place from which they went
was called Aphetai, the sailing-place, from that day forth.
Three thousand years and more they sailed away, into the
unknown Eastern seas; and great nations have come and gone
since then, and many a storm has swept the earth; and many a
mighty armament, to which Argo would be but one small boat,
English and French, Turkish and Russian, have sailed those
waters since; yet the fame of that small Argo lives forever,
and her name is become a proverb among men.
So they sailed past the Isle of Sciathos, with the Cape of
Sepius on their left, and turned to the northward toward
Pelion, up the long Magnesian shore. On their right hand was
the open sea, and on their left old Pelion rose, while the
clouds crawled round his dark pine-forests, and his caps of
summer snow. And their hearts
 yearned for the dear old
mountain, as they thought of pleasant days gone by, and of
the sports of their boyhood, and their hunting, and their
schooling in the cave beneath the cliff. And at last Peleus
spoke—"Let us land here, friends, and climb the dear old
hill once more. We are going on a fearful journey: who knows
if we shall see Pelion again? Let us go up to Cheiron our
master, and ask his blessing ere we start. And I have a boy,
too, with him, whom he trains as he trained me once, the son
whom Thetis brought me, the silver-footed lady of the sea,
whom I caught in the cave, and tamed her, though she changed
her shape seven times. For she changed, as I held her, into
water, and to vapour, and to burning flame, and to a rock,
and to a black-maned lion, and to a tall and stately tree.
But I held her and held her ever, till she took her own shape
again, and led her to my father's house, and won her for my
bride. And all the rulers of Olympus came to our wedding,
and the heavens and the earth rejoiced together, when an
immortal wedded mortal man. And now let me see my son; for
it is not often I shall see him upon earth: famous he will
be, but short-lived, and die in the flower of youth."
So Tiphys, the helmsman, steered them to the shore under the
crags of Pelion; and they went up through the dark pine-forests
towards the Centaur's cave.
And they came into the misty hall, beneath the snow-crowned
crag; and saw the great Centaur lying, with his huge limbs
spread upon the rock; and beside him stood Achilles, the
child whom no steel could wound, and played upon his harp
right sweetly, while Cheiron watched and smiled.
Then Cheiron leapt up and welcomed them, and kissed them
every one, and set a feast before them, of swine's flesh, and
 venison, and good wine; and young Achilles served them, and
carried the golden goblet round. And after supper all the
heroes clapped their hands, and called on Orpheus to sing;
but he refused, and said, "How can I, who am the younger,
sing before our ancient host?" So they called on Cheiron to
sing, and Achilles brought him his harp; and he began a
wondrous song; a famous story of old time, of the fight
between the Centaurs and the Lapithai, which you may still
see carved in stone.
He sang how his brothers came to
ruin by their folly, when they were mad with wine; and how
they and the heroes fought, with fists, and teeth, and the
goblets from which they drank; and how they tore up the pine-trees
in their fury, and hurled great crags of stone, while
the mountains thundered with the battle, and the land was
wasted far and wide; till the Lapithai drove them from their
home in the rich
 Thessalian plains to the lonely glens of
Pindus, leaving Cheiron all alone. And the heroes praised
his song right heartily; for some of them had helped in that
Then Orpheus took the lyre, and sang of Chaos, and the making
of the wondrous World, and how all things sprang from Love,
who could not live alone in the Abyss. And as he sang, his
voice rose from the cave, above the crags, and through the
tree-tops, and the glens of oak and pine. And the trees
bowed their heads when they heard it, and the grey rocks
cracked and rang, and the forest beasts crept near to listen,
and the birds forsook their nests and hovered round. And old
Cheiron clapt his hands together, and beat his hoofs upon the
ground, for wonder at that magic song.
Then Peleus kissed his boy, and wept over him, and they went
down to the ship; and Cheiron came down with them,
and kissed them one by one, and blest them, and promised to
them great renown. And the heroes wept when they left him,
till their great hearts could weep no more; for he was kind
and just and pious, and wiser than all beasts and men. Then
he went up to a cliff, and prayed for them, that they might
come home safe and well; while the heroes rowed away, and
watched him standing on his cliff above the sea, with his
great hands raised toward heaven, and his white locks waving
in the wind; and they strained their eyes to watch him to the
last, for they felt that they should look on him no more.
So they rowed on over the long swell of the sea, past
Olympus, the seat of the immortals, and past the wooded bays
of Athos, and Samothrace, the sacred isle; and they came past
Lemnos to the Hellespont, and through the narrow strait of
Abydos, and so on into the Propontis,
 which we call Marmora
now. And there they met with Cyzicus, ruling in Asia over
the Dolions, who, the songs say, was the son of Æneas, of
whom you will hear many a tale some day. For Homer tells us
how he fought at Troy; and Virgil how he sailed away and
founded Rome; and men believed until late years that from him
sprang our old British kings. Now Cyzicus, the songs say,
welcomed the heroes; for his father had been one of Cheiron's
scholars; so he welcomed them, and feasted them, and stored
their ship with corn and wine, and cloaks and rugs, the songs
say, and shirts, of which no doubt they stood in need.
But at night, while they lay sleeping, came down on them
terrible men, who lived with the bears in the mountains, like
Titans or giants in shape; for each of them had six arms, and
they fought with young firs and pines. But Heracles killed
them all before morn with his deadly poisoned arrows;
 but among them, in the darkness, he slew Cyzicus the kindly
Then they got to their ship and to their oars, and Tiphys
bade them cast off the hawsers and go to sea. But as he
spoke a whirlwind came, and spun the Argo round, and twisted
the hawsers together, so that no man could loose them. Then
Tiphys dropped the rudder from his hand, and cried, "This
comes from the Gods above." But Jason went forward, and
asked counsel of the magic bough.
Then the magic bough spoke, and answered,—"This is because
you have slain Cyzicus your friend. You must appease his
soul, or you will never leave this shore."
Jason went back sadly, and told the heroes what he had heard.
And they leapt on shore, and searched till dawn; and at dawn
they found the body, all rolled in dust and blood, among the
corpses of those monstrous beasts. And
 they wept over their
kind host, and laid him on a fair bed, and heaped a huge
mound over him, and offered black sheep at his tomb, and
Orpheus sang a magic song to him, that his spirit might have
rest. And then they held games at the tomb, after the custom
of those times, and Jason gave prizes to each winner. To
Ancæus he gave a golden cup, for he wrestled best of all;
and to Heracles a silver one, for he was the strongest of
all; and to Castor, who rode best, a golden crest; and
Polydeuces the boxer had a rich carpet, and to Orpheus for
his song, a sandal with golden wings. But Jason himself was
the best of all the archers, and the Minuai crowned him with
an olive crown; and so, the songs say, the soul of good
Cyzicus was appeased, and the heroes went on their way in
But when Cyzicus's wife heard that he was dead, she died
likewise of grief; and her tears became a fountain of clear
water, which flows the whole year round.
 Then they rowed away, the songs say, along the Mysian shore,
and past the mouth of Rhindacus, till they found a pleasant
bay, sheltered by the long ridges of Arganthus, and by high
walls of basalt rock. And there they ran the ship ashore
upon the yellow sand, and furled the sail, and took the mast
down, and lashed it in its crutch. And next they let down
the ladder, and went ashore to sport and rest.
And there Heracles went away into the woods, bow in hand, to
hunt wild deer; and Hylas the fair boy slipt away after him,
and followed him by stealth, until he lost himself among the
glens, and sat down weary to rest himself by the side of a
lake; and there the water nymphs came up to look at him, and
loved him, and carried him down under the lake to be their
playfellow, forever happy and young. And Heracles sought
for him in vain, shouting his name till all the mountains
rang; but Hylas never heard him, far
 down under the sparkling
lake. So while Heracles wandered searching for him, a fair
breeze sprang up, and Heracles was nowhere to be found; and
the Argo sailed away, and Heracles was left behind, and never
saw the noble Phasian stream.
Then the Minuai came to a doleful land, where Amycus the
giant ruled, and cared nothing for the laws of Zeus, but
challenged all strangers to box with him, and those whom he
conquered he slew. But Polydeuces the boxer struck him a
harder blow than he ever felt before, and slew him; and the
Minuai went on up the Bosphorus, till they came to the city
of Phineus, the fierce Bithynian king; for Zetes and Calais
bade Jason land there, because they had a work to do.
And they went up from the shore toward the city, through
forests white with snow; and Phineus came out to meet them
with a lean and woful face, and said, "Welcome, gallant
heroes, to the land of
 bitter blasts, a land of cold and
misery; yet I will feast you as best I can." And he led them
in, and set meat before them; but before they could put their
hands to their mouths, down came two fearful monsters, the
like of whom man never saw; for they had the faces and the
hair of fair maidens, but the wings and claws of hawks; and
they snatched the meat from off the table, and flew shrieking
out above the roofs.
Then Phineus beat his breast and cried, "These are the
Harpies, whose names are the Whirlwind and the Swift, the
daughters of Wonder and of the Amber-nymph, and they rob us
night and day. They carried off the daughters of Pandareus,
whom all the Gods had blest; for Aphrodite fed them on
Olympus with honey and milk and wine; and Hera gave them
beauty and wisdom, and Athene skill in all the arts; but when
they came to their wedding, the Harpies snatched them both
 away, and gave them to be slaves to the Erinnues, and live in
horror all their days. And now they haunt me, and my people,
and the Bosphorus, with fearful storms; and sweep away our
food from off our tables, so that we starve in spite of all
Then up rose Zetes and Calais, the winged sons of the North-wind,
and said, "Do you not know us, Phineus, and these wings
which grow upon our backs?" And Phineus hid his face in
terror; but he answered not a word.
"Because you have been a traitor, Phineus, the Harpies haunt
you night and day. Where is Cleopatra our sister, your wife,
whom you keep in prison? and where are her two children, whom
you blinded in your rage, at the bidding of an evil woman,
and cast them out upon the rocks? Swear to us that you will
right our sister, and cast out that wicked woman; and then we
will free you from
 your plague, and drive the whirlwind
maidens from the south: but if not, we will put out your eyes,
as you put out the eyes of your own sons."
Then Phineus swore an oath to them, and drove out the wicked
woman; and Jason took those two poor children, and cured
their eyes with magic herbs.
But Zetes and Calais rose up sadly and said, "Farewell now,
heroes all; farewell, our dear companions, with whom we
played on Pelion in old times; for a fate is laid upon us,
and our day is come at last, in which we must hunt the
whirlwinds, over land and sea forever; and if we catch them
they die, and if not, we die ourselves."
At that all the heroes wept: but the two young men sprang up,
and aloft into the air after the Harpies, and the battle of
the winds began.
The heroes trembled in silence as they heard the shrieking of
the blasts; while
 the palace rocked and all the city, and
great stones were torn from the crags, and the forest-pines
were hurled earthward, north and south and east and west, and
the Bosphorus boiled white with foam, and the clouds were
dashed against the cliffs.
But at last the battle ended, and the Harpies fled screaming
toward the south, and the sons of the North-wind rushed after
them, and brought clear sunshine where they passed. For many
a league they followed them, over all the isles of the
Cyclades, and away to the southwest across Hellas, till they
came to the Ionian Sea, and there they fell upon the
Echinades, at the mouth of the Achelous; and those isles were
called the Whirlwind Isles for many a hundred years. But
what became of Zetes and Calais I know not, for the heroes
never saw them again: and some say that Heracles met them,
and quarrelled with them, and slew them with his arrows; and
some say that they fell down from
 weariness and the heat of
the summer sun, and that the Sun-god buried them among the
Cyclades, in the pleasant Isle of Tenos; and for many hundred
years their grave was shown there, and over it a pillar,
which turned to every wind. But those dark storms and
whirlwinds haunt the Bosphorus until this day.
But the Argonauts went eastward, and out into the open sea,
which we now call the Black Sea, but it was called the Euxine
then. No Hellen had ever crossed it, and all feared that
dreadful sea, and its rocks, and shoals, and fogs, and bitter
freezing storms; and they told strange stories of it, some
false and some half true, how it stretched northward to the
ends of the earth, and the sluggish Putrid Sea, and the
everlasting night, and the regions of the dead. So the
heroes trembled, for all their courage, as they came into
that wild Black Sea, and saw it stretching out before them,
without a shore, as far as eye could see.
 And first Orpheus spoke, and warned them,—"We shall come now
to the wandering blue rocks; my mother warned me of them,
Calliope, the immortal muse."
And soon they saw the blue rocks shining, like spires and
castles of grey glass, while an ice-cold wind blew from them,
and chilled all the heroes' hearts. And as they neared they
could see them heaving, as they rolled upon the long sea-waves,
crashing and grinding together, till the roar went up
to heaven. The sea sprang up in spouts between them, and
swept round them in white sheets of foam; but their heads
swung nodding high in air, while the wind whistled shrill
among the crags.
The heroes' hearts sank within them, and they lay upon their
oars in fear; but Orpheus called to Tiphys the helmsman—
"Between them we must pass; so look ahead for an opening, and
be brave, for Hera is with us." But Tiphys the cunning
 helmsman stood silent, clenching his teeth, till he saw a
heron come flying mast-high toward the rocks, and hover
awhile before them, as if looking for a passage through.
Then he cried, "Hera has sent us a pilot; let us follow the
Then the heron flapped to and fro a moment, till he saw a
hidden gap, and into it he rushed like an arrow, while the
heroes watched what would befall.
And the blue rocks clashed together as the bird fled swiftly
through; but they struck but a feather from his tail, and
then rebounded apart at the shock.
Then Tiphys cheered the heroes, and they shouted; and the
oars bent like withes beneath their strokes as they rushed
between those toppling ice-crags and the cold blue lips of
death. And ere the rocks could meet again they had passed
them, and were safe out in the open sea.
And after that they sailed on wearily along the Asian coast,
by the Black Cape
 and Thyneis, where the hot stream of
Thymbris falls into the sea, and Sangarius, whose waters
float on the Euxine, till they came to Wolf the river, and to
Wolf the kindly king. And there died two brave heroes, Idmon
and Tiphys the wise helmsman: one died of an evil sickness,
and one a wild boar slew. So the heroes heaped a mound above
them, and set upon it an oar on high, and left them there to
sleep together, on the far-off Lycian shore. But Idas killed
the boar, and avenged Tiphys; and Ancaios took the rudder and
was helmsman, and steered them on toward the east.
And they went on past Sinope, and many a mighty river's
mouth, and past many a barbarous tribe, and the cities of the
Amazons, the warlike women of the East, till all night they
heard the clank of anvils and the roar of furnace-blasts, and
the forge-fires shone like sparks through the darkness in the
mountain glens aloft; for
 they were come to the shores of the
Chalybes, the smiths who never tire, but serve Ares the cruel
War-god, forging weapons day and night.
And at day-dawn they looked eastward, and midway between the
sea and the sky they saw white snow-peaks hanging, glittering
sharp and bright above the clouds. And they knew that they
were come to Caucasus, at the end of all the earth: Caucasus
the highest of all mountains, the father of the rivers of the
East. On his peak lies chained the Titan, while a vulture
tears his heart; and at his feet are piled dark forests round
the magic Colchian land.
And they rowed three days to the eastward, while Caucasus
rose higher hour by hour, till they saw the dark stream of
Phasis rushing headlong to the sea, and, shining above the
tree-tops, the golden roofs of King Aietes, the child of the
Then out spoke Ancaios the helmsman,
 "We are come to our goal
at last; for there are the roofs of Aietes, and the woods
where all poisons grow; but who can tell us where among them
is hid the golden fleece? Many a toil must we bear ere we
find it, and bring it home to Greece."
But Jason cheered the heroes, for his heart was high and
bold; and he said, "I will go alone up to Aietes, though he
be the child of the Sun, and win him with soft words. Better
so than to go altogether, and to come to blows at once." But
the Minuai would not stay behind, so they rowed boldly up the
And a dream came to Aietes, and filled his heart with fear.
He thought he saw a shining star, which fell into his
daughter's lap; and that Medeia his daughter took it gladly,
and carried it to the river-side, and cast it in, and there
the whirling river bore it down, and out into the Euxine Sea.
 Then he leapt up in fear, and bade his servants bring his
chariot, that he might go down to the river-side and appease
the nymphs, and the heroes whose spirits haunt the bank. So
he went down in his golden chariot, and his daughters by his
side, Medeia the fair witch-maiden, and Chalciope, who had
been Phrixus's wife, and behind him a crowd of servants and
soldiers, for he was a rich and mighty prince.
And as he drove down by the reedy river, he saw Argo sliding
up beneath the bank, and many a hero in her, like immortals
for beauty and for strength, as their weapons glittered round
them in the level morning sunlight, through the white mist of
the stream. But Jason was the noblest of all; for Hera, who
loved him, gave him beauty and tallness, and terrible manhood.
And when they came near together and looked into each other's
eyes the heroes were awed before Aietes as he shone in his
chariot, like his father the glorious Sun; for his robes were
of rich gold tissue, and the rays of his diadem flashed fire;
and in his hand he bore a jewelled sceptre, which glittered
like the stars; and sternly he looked at them under his
brows, and sternly he spoke and loud—
"Who are you, and what want you here, that you come to the
shore of Cutaia? Do you take no account of my rule, nor of
my people the Colchians who serve me, who never tired yet in
the battle, and know well how to face an invader?"
And the heroes sat silent awhile before the face of that
ancient king. But Hera the awful goddess put courage into
Jason's heart, and he rose and shouted loudly in answer, "We
are no pirates nor lawless men. We come not to plunder and
to ravage, or carry away slaves from your land; but my uncle,
the son of Poseidon, Pelias the Minuan king, he it is who has
 me on a quest to bring home the golden fleece. And these
too, my bold comrades, they are no nameless men; for some are
the sons of immortals, and some of heroes far renowned. And
we too never tire in battle, and know well how to give blows
and to take; yet we wish to be guests at your table; it
will be better so for both."
Then Aietes's rage rushed up like a whirlwind, and his eyes
flashed fire as he heard; but he crushed his anger down in
his breast, and spoke mildly a cunning speech,—
"If you will fight for the fleece with my Colchians, then
many a man must die. But do you indeed expect to win from me
the fleece in fight? So few you are, that if you be worsted, I
can load your ship with your corpses. But if you will be
ruled by me, you will find it better far to choose the best
man among you, and let him fulfil the labours which I demand.
 Then I will give him the golden fleece for a prize and a
glory to you all."
So saying, he turned his horses and drove back in silence to
the town. And the Minuai sat silent with sorrow, and longed
for Heracles and his strength; for there was no facing the
thousands of the Colchians and the fearful chance of war.
But Chalciope, Phrixus's widow, went weeping to the town; for
she remembered her Minuan husband, and all the pleasures of
her youth, while she watched the fair faces of his kinsmen,
and their long locks of golden hair. And she whispered to
Medeia her sister—"Why should all these brave men die? why
does not my father give them up the fleece, that my husband's
spirit may have rest?"
And Medeia's heart pitied the heroes, and Jason most of all;
and she answered, "Our father is stern and terrible, and who
can win the golden fleece?" But Chalciope said, "These men
are not like our
 men; there is nothing which they cannot dare
And Medeia thought of Jason and his brave countenance, and
said, "If there was one among them who knew no fear, I could
show him how to win the fleece."
So in the dusk of evening they went down to the river-side,
Chalciope and Medeia the witch-maiden, and Argus, Phrixus's
son. And Argus the boy crept forward, among the beds of
reeds, till he came where the heroes were sleeping, on the
thwarts of the ship, beneath the bank, while Jason kept ward
on shore, and leant upon his lance full of thought. And the
boy came to Jason, and said—
"I am the son of Phrixus, your cousin; and Chalciope my
mother waits for you, to talk about the golden fleece."
Then Jason went boldly with the boy, and found the two
princesses standing; and when Chalciope saw him she wept, and
took his hands, and cried—
 "O cousin of my beloved, go home
before you die!"
"It would be base to go home now, fair princess, and to have
sailed all these seas in vain." Then both the princesses
besought him: but Jason said, "It is too late."
"But you know not," said Medeia, "what he must do who would
win the fleece. He must tame the two brazen-footed bulls,
who breathe devouring flame; and with them he must plough ere
nightfall four acres in the field of Ares; and he must sow
them with serpents' teeth, of which each tooth springs up
into an armed man. Then he must fight with all those
warriors; and little will it profit him to conquer them, for
the fleece is guarded by a serpent, more huge than any
mountain pine; and over his body you must step if you would
reach the golden fleece."
Then Jason laughed bitterly. "Unjustly is that fleece kept
here, and by an unjust and
 lawless king; and unjustly shall I
die in my youth, for I will attempt it ere another sun be
Then Medeia trembled, and said, "No mortal man can reach that
fleece, unless I guide him through. For round it, beyond the
river, is a wall full nine ells high, with lofty towers and
buttresses, and mighty gates of threefold brass; and over the
gates the wall is arched, with golden battlements above. And
over the gateway sits Brimo, the wild witch-huntress of the
woods, brandishing a pine-torch in her hands, while her mad
hounds howl around. No man dare meet her or look on her, but
only I her priestess, and she watches far and wide lest any
stranger should come near."
"No wall so high but it may be climbed at last, and no wood
so thick but it may be crawled through; no serpent so wary
but he may be charmed, or witch-queen so fierce but spells
may soothe her; and I
 may yet win the golden fleece, if a
wise maiden help bold men."
And he looked at Medeia cunningly, and held her with his
glittering eye, till she blushed and trembled, and said—
"Who can face the fire of the bulls' breath, and fight ten
thousand armed men?"
"He whom you help," said Jason, flattering her, "for your
fame is spread over all the earth. Are you not the queen of
all enchantresses, wiser even than your sister Circe, in her
fairy island in the West?"
"Would that I were with my sister Circe in her fairy island
in the West, far away from sore temptation, and thoughts which
tear the heart! But if it must be so—for why should you
die?—I have an ointment here; I made it from the magic ice-flower
which sprang from Prometheus' wound, above the clouds
on Caucasus, in the dreary fields of snow. Anoint yourself
with that, and you shall have in you seven men's
and anoint your shield with it, and neither fire nor sword
can harm you. But what you begin you must end before sunset,
for its virtue lasts only one day. And anoint your helmet
with it before you sow the serpents' teeth; and when the sons
of earth spring up, cast your helmet among their ranks, and
the deadly crop of the War-god's field will mow itself, and
Then Jason fell on his knees before her, and thanked her and
kissed her hands; and she gave him the vase of ointment, and
fled trembling through the reeds. And Jason told his
comrades what had happened, and showed them the box of
ointment; and all rejoiced but Idas, and he grew mad with
And at sunrise Jason went and bathed, and anointed himself
from head to foot, and his shield, and his helmet, and his
weapons, and bade his comrades try the spell. So they tried
to bend his lance,
 but it stood like an iron bar; and Idas in
spite hewed at it with his sword, but the blade flew to
splinters in his face. Then they hurled their lances at his
shield, but the spear-points turned like lead; and Caineus
tried to throw him, but he never stirred a foot; and
Polydeuces struck him with his fist, a blow which would have
killed an ox; but Jason only smiled, and the heroes danced
about him with delight; and he leapt and ran, and shouted in
the joy of that enormous strength, till the sun rose, and it
was time to go and to claim Aietess' promise.
So he sent up Telamon and Aithalides to tell Aietes that he
was ready for the fight; and they went up among the marble
walls, and beneath the roofs of gold, and stood in Aietes's
hall, while he grew pale with rage.
"Fulfil your promise to us, child of the blazing sun. Give
us the serpents" teeth, and let loose the fiery bulls; for we
 found a champion among us who can win the golden
And Aietes bit his lips, for he fancied that they had fled
away by night; but he could not go back from his promise; so
he gave them the serpents' teeth.
Then he called for his chariot and his horses, and sent
heralds through all the town; and all the people went out
with him to the dreadful War-god's field.
And there Aietes sat upon his throne, with his warriors on
each hand, thousands and tens of thousands, clothed from head
to foot in steel chain-mail. And the people and the women
crowded to every window, and bank, and wall; while the Minuai
stood together, a mere handful in the midst of that great
And Chalciope was there and Argus, trembling, and Medeia,
wrapped closely in her veil; but Aietes did not know that she
was muttering cunning spells between her lips.
 Then Jason cried, "Fulfil your promise, and let your fiery
bulls come forth."
Then Aietes bade open the gates, and the magic bulls leapt
out. Their brazen hoofs rang upon the ground, and their
nostrils sent out sheets of flame, as they rushed with
lowered heads upon Jason; but he never flinched a step. The
flame of their breath swept round him, but it singed not a
hair of his head; and the bulls stopped short and trembled
when Medeia began her spell.
Then Jason sprang upon the nearest, and seized him by the
horn; and up and down they wrestled, till the bull fell
grovelling on his knees; for the heart of the brute died
within him, and his mighty limbs were loosed, beneath the
steadfast eye of that dark witch-maiden, and the magic whisper
of her lips.
So both the bulls were tamed and yoked; and Jason bound them
to the plough, and goaded them onward with his
 lance till he
had ploughed the sacred field.
And all the Minuai shouted; but Aietes bit his lips with
rage; for the half of Jason's work was over, and the sun was
yet high in heaven.
Then he took the serpents' teeth and sowed them, and waited
what would befall. But Medeia looked at him and at his
helmet, lest he should forget the lesson she had taught.
And every furrow heaved and bubbled, and out of every clod
rose a man. Out of the earth they rose by thousands, each
clad from head to foot in steel, and drew their swords and
rushed on Jason, where he stood in the midst alone.
Then the Minuai grew pale with fear for him; but Aietes
laughed a bitter laugh. "See! if I had not warriors enough
already round me, I could call them out of the bosom of the
But Jason snatched off his helmet, and
 hurled it into the
thickest of the throng. And blind madness came upon them,
suspicion, hate, and fear; and one cried to his fellow, "Thou
didst strike me!" and another, "Thou art Jason; thou shalt
die!" So fury seized those earth-born phantoms, and each
turned his hand against the rest; and they fought and were
never weary, till they all lay dead upon the ground. Then
the magic furrows opened, and the kind earth took them home
into her breast and the grass grew up all green again above
them, and Jason's work was done.
Then the Minuai rose and shouted, till Prometheus heard them
from his crag. And Jason cried—"Lead me to the fleece this
moment, before the sun goes down."
But Aietes thought—"He has conquered the bulls, and sown and
reaped the deadly crop. Who is this who is proof against all
magic? He may kill the serpent yet." So he delayed, and sat
 taking counsel with his princes, till the sun went down and
all was dark. Then he bade a herald cry, "Every man to his
home for to-night. To-morrow we will meet these heroes, and
speak about the golden fleece."
Then he turned and looked at Medeia: "This is your doing,
false witch-maid! You have helped these yellow-haired
strangers, and brought shame upon your father and yourself!"
Medeia shrank and trembled, and her face grew pale with fear;
and Aietes knew that she was guilty, and whispered, "If they
win the fleece, you die!"
But the Minuai marched toward their ship, growling like lions
cheated of their prey; for they saw that Aietes meant to mock
them, and to cheat them out of all their toil. And Oileus
said, "Let us go to the grove together, and take the fleece
And Idas the rash cried, "Let us draw
 lots who shall go in
first; for, while the dragon is devouring one, the rest can
slay him and carry off the fleece in peace." But Jason held
them back, though he praised them; for he hoped for Medeia's
And after awhile Medeia came trembling, and wept a long while
before she spoke. And at last,—
"My end is come, and I must die; for my father has found out
that I have helped you. You he would kill if he dared; but
he will not harm you, because you have been his guests. Go
then, go, and remember poor Medeia when you are far away
across the sea." But all the heroes cried—
"If you die, we die with you; for without you we cannot win
the fleece, and home we will not go without it, but fall here
fighting to the last man."
"You need not die," said Jason. "Flee home with us across
the sea. Show us
 first how to win the fleece; for you can do
it. Why else are you the priestess of the grove? Show us
but how to win the fleece, and come with us, and you shall be
my queen, and rule over the rich princes of the Minuai, in
Iolcos by the sea."
And all the heroes pressed round, and vowed to her that she
should be their queen.
Medeia wept, and shuddered, and hid her face in her hands;
for her heart yearned after her sisters and her playfellows,
and the home where she was brought up as a child. But at
last she looked up at Jason, and spoke between her sobs,—
"Must I leave my home and my people, to wander with strangers
across the sea? The lot is cast, and I must endure it. I
will show you how to win the golden fleece. Bring up your
ship to the wood-side, and moor her there against the bank;
 and let Jason come up at midnight, and one brave comrade with
him, and meet me beneath the wall."
Then all the heroes cried together—"I will go!" "and I!"
"and I!" And Idas the rash grew mad with envy; for he longed
to be foremost in all things. But Medeia calmed them, and
said, "Orpheus shall go with Jason, and bring his magic harp;
for I hear of him that he is the king of all minstrels, and
can charm all things on earth."
And Orpheus laughed for joy, and clapped his hands, because
the choice had fallen on him; for in those days poets and
singers were as bold warriors as the best.
So at midnight they went up the bank, and found Medeia; and
beside came Absyrtus her young brother, leading a yearling
Then Medeia brought them to a thicket, beside the War-god's
gate; and there she bade Jason dig a ditch, and kill the
 and leave it there, and strew on it magic herbs and
honey from the honeycomb.
Then sprang up through the earth, with the red fire flashing
before her, Brimo the wild witch-huntress, while her mad
hounds howled around. She had one head like a horse's, and
another like a ravening hound's, and another like a hissing
snake's, and a sword in either hand. And she leapt into the
ditch with her hounds, and they ate and drank their fill,
while Jason and Orpheus trembled, and Medeia hid her eyes.
And at last the witch-queen vanished, and fled with her
hounds into the woods; and the bars of the gates fell down,
and the brazen doors flew wide, and Medeia and the heroes ran
forward and hurried through the poison wood, among the dark
stems of the mighty beeches, guided by the gleam of the
golden fleece, until they saw it hanging on one vast tree in
the midst. And Jason would have sprung to seize it: but
Medeia held him
 back, and pointed shuddering to the tree-foot,
where the mighty serpent lay, coiled in and out among
the roots, with a body like a mountain- pine. His coils
stretched many a fathom, spangled with bronze and gold; and
half of him they could see, but no more, for the rest lay in
the darkness far beyond.
And when he saw them coming, he lifted up his head, and
watched them with his small bright eyes, and flashed his
forked tongue, and roared like the fire among the woodlands,
till the forest tossed and groaned. For his cries shook the
trees from leaf to root, and swept over the long reaches of
the river, and over Æetes's hall, and woke the sleepers in
the city, till mothers clasped their children in their fear.
But Medeia called gently to him; and he stretched out his
long spotted neck, and licked her hand, and looked up in her
face, as if to ask for food. Then she made a sign to
Orpheus, and he began his magic song.
And as he sung, the forest grew calm again, and the leaves on
every tree hung still; and the serpent's head sank down, and
his brazen coils grew limp, and his glittering eyes closed
lazily, till he breathed as gently as a child, while Orpheus
called to pleasant Slumber, who gives peace to men, and
beasts, and waves.
Then Jason leapt forward warily, and stept across that mighty
snake, and tore the fleece from off the tree-trunk; and the
four rushed down the garden, to the bank where the Argo lay.
There was a silence for a moment, while Jason held the golden
fleece on high. Then he cried—"Go now, good Argo, swift and
steady, if ever you would see Pelion more."
And she went, as the heroes drove her, grim and silent all,
with muffled oars, till the pine-wood bent like willow in
 hands, and stout Argo groaned beneath their strokes.
On and on, beneath the dewy darkness, they fled swiftly down
the swirling stream; underneath black walls, and temples, and
the castles of the princes of the East; past sluice-mouths,
and fragrant gardens, and groves of all strange fruits; past
marshes where fat kine lay sleeping, and long beds of
whispering reeds; till they heard the merry music of the
surge upon the bar, as it tumbled in the moonlight all alone.
Into the surge they rushed, and Argo leapt the breakers like
a horse; for she knew the time was come to show her mettle,
and win honour for the heroes and herself.
Into the surge they rushed, and Argo leapt the breakers like
a horse, till the heroes stopped all panting, each man upon
his oar, as she slid into the still broad sea.
 Then Orpheus took his harp and sang a pæan, till the heroes'
hearts rose high again; and they rowed on stoutly and
steadfastly, away into the darkness of the West.
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