thrust forth (for he was twisted round the trunk of the tree on
which the Fleece hung), and seizing the poor
antelope,
swallowed him with one snap of his jaws.
After this feat, the
dragon seemed
sensible that some other
living creature was within reach, on which he felt inclined to
finish his meal. In various directions he kept poking his ugly
snout among the trees, stretching out his neck a terrible long
way, now here, now there, and now close to the spot where Jason
and the
princess were hiding behind an oak. Upon my word, as
the head came waving and undulating through the air, and
reaching almost within arm's length of Prince Jason, it was a
very
hideous and
uncomfortable sight. The gape of his enormous
jaws was nearly as wide as the
gateway of the king's palace.
"Well, Jason," whispered Medea (for she was ill natured, as all
enchantresses are, and wanted to make the bold youth tremble),
"what do you think now of your
prospect of
winning the Golden
Fleece?"
Jason answered only by
drawing his sword, and making a step
forward.
"Stay, foolish youth," said Medea, grasping his arm. "Do not
you see you are lost, without me as your good angel? In this
gold box I have a magic potion, which will do the
dragon's
business far more
effectually than your sword."
The
dragon had probably heard the voices; for swift as
lightning, his black head and forked tongue came hissing among
the trees again, darting full forty feet at a stretch. As it
approached, Medea tossed the
contents of the gold box right
down the monster's wide-open
throat. Immediately, with an
outrageous hiss and a
tremendous wriggle--flinging his tail up
to the tip-top of the tallest tree, and shattering all its
branches as it crashed heavily down again--the
dragon fell at
full length upon the ground, and lay quite motionless.
"It is only a
sleeping potion," said the enchantress to Prince
Jason. "One always finds a use for these
mischievous creatures,
sooner or later; so I did not wish to kill him outright. Quick!
Snatch the prize, and let us begone. You have won the Golden
Fleece."
Jason caught the
fleece from the tree, and
hurried through the
grove, the deep shadows of which were illuminated as he passed
by the golden glory of the precious object that he bore along.
A little way before him, he
beheld the old woman whom he had
helped over the
stream, with her
peacock beside her. She
clapped her hands for joy, and beckoning him to make haste,
disappeared among the duskiness of the trees. Espying the two
winged sons of the North Wind (who were disporting themselves
in the
moonlight, a few hundred feet aloft), Jason bade them
tell the rest of the Argonauts to
embark as
speedily as
possible. But Lynceus, with his sharp eyes, had already caught
a
glimpse of him, bringing the Golden Fleece, although several
stone walls, a hill, and the black shadows of the Grove of
Mars, intervened between. By his advice, the heroes had seated
themselves on the benches of the
galley, with their oars held
perpendicularly, ready to let fall into the water.
As Jason drew near, he heard the Talking Image
calling to him
with more than ordinary
eagerness, in its grave, sweet voice:
"Make haste, Prince Jason! For your life, make haste!"
With one bound, he leaped
aboard. At sight of the glorious
radiance of the Golden Fleece, the nine and forty heroes gave a
mighty shout, and Orpheus,
striking his harp, sang a song of
triumph, to the
cadence of which the
galley flew over the
water,
homeward bound, as if careering along with wings!
End