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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!

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