"Your eyes look heavy, Prince Jason," observed the king; "you appear to have spent a sleepless night.I hope you have been considering the matter a little more wisely, and have concluded not to get yourself scorched to a cinder, in attempting to tame my brazen-lunged bulls.""That is already accomplished, may it please your majesty,"replied Jason."The bulls have been tamed and yoked; the field has been plowed; the dragon's teeth have been sown broadcast, and harrowed into the soil; the crop of armed warriors have sprung up, and they have slain one another, to the last man.
And now I solicit your majesty's permission to encounter the dragon, that I may take down the Golden Fleece from the tree, and depart, with my nine and forty comrades."King Aetes scowled, and looked very angry and excessively disturbed; for he knew that, in accordance with his kingly promise, he ought now to permit Jason to win the Fleece, if his courage and skill should enable him to do so.But, since the young man had met with such good luck in the matter of the brazen bulls and the dragon's teeth, the king feared that he would be equally successful in slaying the dragon.And therefore, though he would gladly have seen Jason snapped up at a mouthful, he was resolved (and it was a very wrong thing of this wicked potentate) not to run any further risk of losing his beloved Fleece.
"You never would have succeeded in this business, young man,"said he, "if my undutiful daughter Medea had not helped you with her enchantments.Had you acted fairly, you would have been, at this instant, a black cinder, or a handful of white ashes.I forbid you, on pain of death, to make any more attempts to get the Golden Fleece.To speak my mind plainly, you shall never set eyes on so much as one of its glistening locks."Jason left the king's presence in great sorrow and anger.He could think of nothing better to be done than to summon together his forty-nine brave Argonauts, march at once to the Grove of Mars, slay the dragon, take possession of the Golden Fleece, get on board the Argo, and spread all sail for Iolchos.
The success of this scheme depended, it is true, on the doubtful point whether all the fifty heroes might not be snapped up, at so many mouthfuls, by the dragon.But, as Jason was hastening down the palace steps, the Princess Medea called after him, and beckoned him to return.Her black eyes shone upon him with such a keen intelligence, that he felt as if there were a serpent peeping out of them; and, although she had done him so much service only the night before, he was by no means very certain that she would not do him an equally great mischief before sunset.These enchantresses, you must know, are never to be depended upon.
"What says King Aetes, my royal and upright father?" inquired Medea, slightly smiling."Will he give you the Golden Fleece, without any further risk or trouble?""On the contrary," answered Jason, "he is very angry with me for taming the brazen bulls and sowing the dragon's teeth.And he forbids me to make any more attempts, and positively refuses to give up the Golden Fleece, whether I slay the dragon or no.""Yes, Jason," said the princess, "and I can tell you more.
Unless you set sail from Colchis before to-morrow's sunrise, the king means to burn your fifty-oared galley, and put yourself and your forty-nine brave comrades to the sword.But be of good courage.The Golden Fleece you shall have, if it lies within the power of my enchantments to get it for you.
Wait for me here an hour before midnight."
At the appointed hour you might again have seen Prince Jason and the Princess Medea, side by side, stealing through the streets of Colchis, on their way to the sacred grove, in the center of which the Golden Fleece was suspended to a tree.
While they were crossing the pasture ground, the brazen bulls came towards Jason, lowing, nodding their heads, and thrusting forth their snouts, which, as other cattle do, they loved to have rubbed and caressed by a friendly hand.Their fierce nature was thoroughly tamed; and, with their fierceness, the two furnaces in their stomachs had likewise been extinguished, insomuch that they probably enjoyed far more comfort in grazing and chewing their cuds than ever before.Indeed, it had heretofore been a great inconvenience to these poor animals, that, whenever they wished to eat a mouthful of grass, the fire out of their nostrils had shriveled it up, before they could manage to crop it.How they contrived to keep themselves alive is more than I can imagine.But now, instead of emitting jets of flame and streams of sulphurous vapor, they breathed the very sweetest of cow breath.
