stomachs; and they breathe such hot fire out of their mouths
and nostrils, that nobody has
hitherto gone nigh them without
being
instantly burned to a small, black
cinder. What do you
think of this, my brave Jason?"
"I must
encounter the peril," answered Jason, composedly,
"since it stands in the way of my purpose."
"After taming the fiery bulls," continued King Aetes, who was
determined to scare Jason if possible, "you must yoke them to a
plow, and must plow the
sacred earth in the Grove of Mars, and
sow some of the same
dragon's teeth from which Cadmus raised a
crop of armed men. They are an
unruly set of reprobates, those
sons of the
dragon's teeth; and unless you treat them suitably,
they will fall upon you sword in hand. You and your nine and
forty Argonauts, my bold Jason, are hardly numerous or strong
enough to fight with such a host as will spring up."
"My master Chiron," replied Jason, "taught me, long ago, the
story of Cadmus. Perhaps I can manage the quarrelsome sons of
the
dragon's teeth as well as Cadmus did."
"I wish the
dragon had him," muttered King Aetes to himself,
"and the four-footed pedant, his
schoolmaster, into the
bargain. Why, what a foolhardy, self-conceited coxcomb he is!
We'll see what my fire-breathing bulls will do for him. Well,
Prince Jason," he continued, aloud, and as complaisantly as he
could, "make yourself comfortable for to-day, and to-morrow
morning, since you insist upon it, you shall try your skill at
the plow."
While the king talked with Jason, a beautiful young woman was
standing behind the
throne. She fixed her eyes
earnestly upon
the
youthful stranger, and listened attentively to every word
that was
spoken; and when Jason
withdrew from the king's
presence, this young woman followed him out of the room.
"I am the king's daughter," she said to him, "and my name is
Medea. I know a great deal of which other young
princesses are
ignorant, and can do many things which they would be afraid so
much as to dream of. If you will trust to me, I can instruct
you how to tame the fiery bulls, and sow the
dragon's teeth,
and get the Golden Fleece."
"Indeed, beautiful
princess," answered Jason, "if you will do
me this service, I promise to be
grateful to you my whole life
long."' Gazing at Medea, he
beheld a wonderful
intelligence in
her face. She was one of those persons whose eyes are full of
mystery; so that, while looking into them, you seem to see a
very great way, as into a deep well, yet can never be certain
whether you see into the
farthest depths, or whether there be
not something else
hidden at the bottom. If Jason had been
capable of fearing anything, he would have been afraid of
making this young
princess his enemy; for, beautiful as she now
looked, she might, the very next
instant, become as terrible as
the
dragon that kept watch over the Golden Fleece.
"Princess," he exclaimed, "you seem indeed very wise and very
powerful. But how can you help me to do the things of which you
speak? Are you an enchantress?"
"Yes, Prince Jason," answered Medea, with a smile, "you have
hit upon the truth. I am an enchantress. Circe, my father's
sister, taught me to be one, and I could tell you, if I
pleased, who was the old woman with the
peacock, the
pomegranate, and the
cuckoo staff, whom you carried over the
river; and,
likewise, who it is that speaks through the lips of
the oaken image, that stands in the prow of your
galley. I am
acquainted with some of your secrets, you
perceive. It is well
for you that I am favorably inclined; for,
otherwise, you would
hardly escape being snapped up by the
dragon."
"I should not so much care for the
dragon," replied Jason, "if
I only knew how to manage the
brazen-footed and fiery-lunged
bulls."
"If you are as brave as I think you, and as you have need to
be," said Medea, "your own bold heart will teach you that there
is but one way of
dealing with a mad bull. What it is I leave
you to find out in the moment of peril. As for the fiery breath
of these animals, I have a charmed
ointment here, which will
prevent you from being burned up, and cure you if you chance to
be a little scorched."