foot, and the other foot bare!"
"Do not take it to heart," answered his
companion cheerily.
"You never met with better fortune than in losing that
sandal.
It satisfies me that you are the very person whom the Speaking
Oak has been talking about."
There was no time, just then, to inquire what the Speaking Oak
had said. But the briskness of her tone encouraged the young
man; and, besides, he had never in his life felt so
vigorousand
mighty as since
taking this old woman on his back. Instead
of being exhausted, he gathered strength as he went on; and,
struggling up against the
torrent, he at last gained the
opposite shore, clambered up the bank, and set down the old
dame and her
peacocksafely on the grass. As soon as this was
done, however, he could not help looking rather despondently at
his bare foot, with only a
remnant of the golden string of the
sandal clinging round his ankle.
"You will get a handsomer pair of
sandals by and by," said the
old woman, with a kindly look out of her beautiful brown eyes.
"Only let King Pelias get a
glimpse of that bare foot, and you
shall see him turn as pale as ashes, I promise you. There is
your path. Go along, my good Jason, and my
blessing go with
you. And when you sit on your
throne remember the old woman
whom you helped over the river."
With these words, she hobbled away, giving him a smile over her
shoulder as she departed.
Whether the light of her beautiful brown eyes threw a glory
round about her, or
whatever the cause might be, Jason fancied
that there was something very noble and
majestic in her figure,
after all, and that, though her gait seemed to be a rheumatic
hobble, yet she moved with as much grace and
dignity as any
queen on earth. Her
peacock, which had now fluttered down from
her shoulder, strutted behind her in a
prodigious pomp, and
spread out its
magnificent tail on purpose for Jason to admire
it.
When the old dame and her
peacock were out of sight, Jason set
forward on his journey. After traveling a pretty long distance,
he came to a town
situated at the foot of a mountain, and not a
great way from the shore of the sea. On the outside of the town
there was an
immense crowd of people, not only men and women,
but children too, all in their best clothes, and
evidentlyenjoying a
holiday. The crowd was thickest towards the
sea-shore; and in that direction, over the people's heads,
Jason saw a
wreath of smoke curling
upward to the blue sky. He
inquired of one of the
multitude what town it was near by, and
why so many persons were here assembled together.
"This is the kingdom of Iolchos," answered the man, "and we are
the subjects of King Pelias. Our
monarch has summoned us
together, that we may see him sacrifice a black bull to
Neptune, who, they say, is his majesty's father. Yonder is the
king, where you see the smoke going up from the altar."
While the man spoke he eyed Jason with great
curiosity; for his
garb was quite
unlike that of the Iolchians, and it looked very
odd to see a youth with a leopard's skin over his shoulders,
and each hand grasping a spear. Jason perceived, too, that the
man stared particularly at his feet, one of which, you
remember, was bare, while the other was decorated with his
father's golden-stringed
sandal.
"Look at him! only look at him!" said the man to his next
neighbor. "Do you see? He wears but one
sandal!"
Upon this, first one person, and then another, began to stare
at Jason, and everybody seemed to be greatly struck with
something in his
aspect; though they turned their eyes much
oftener towards his feet than to any other part of his figure.
Besides, he could hear them whispering to one another.
"One
sandal! One
sandal!" they kept
saying. "The man with one
sandal! Here he is at last! Whence has he come? What does he
mean to do? What will the king say to the one-
sandaled man?"
Poor Jason was greatly abashed, and made up his mind that the
people of Iolchos were
exceedingly ill-bred, to take such
public notice of an
accidentaldeficiency in his dress.
Meanwhile, whether it were that they hustled him forward, or
that Jason, of his own
accord,
thrust a passage through the
crowd, it so happened that he soon found himself close to the
smoking altar, where King Pelias was sacrificing the black
bull. The murmur and hum of the
multitude, in their surprise at