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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