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     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   wriggleflinging   his   tail up   to   the 

tip…top   of   the   tallest   tree;   and   shattering   all   its   branches   as   it   crashed 

heavily down againthe 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 



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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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