. St. Nicholas [serial] . it. Soshall you carry the Fleeceto Iolcos, far from here;but what is it to mewhere you go, when youhave gone from here ?Still remember the nameof me, Medea, as I shallremember you. Andmay there come to mesome voice, or some birdwith the message, when-ever you have quite for-gotten me! But Jason answered, Lady, let the windsblow what voice theywill, and what that birdwill, let him bring. But no wind nor bird shall ever bear the news thatI have forgotten you, if you will cross the seawith me, and be my wife. Then she was glad, and yet she was afraid,at the thought of th
. St. Nicholas [serial] . it. Soshall you carry the Fleeceto Iolcos, far from here;but what is it to mewhere you go, when youhave gone from here ?Still remember the nameof me, Medea, as I shallremember you. Andmay there come to mesome voice, or some birdwith the message, when-ever you have quite for-gotten me! But Jason answered, Lady, let the windsblow what voice theywill, and what that birdwill, let him bring. But no wind nor bird shall ever bear the news thatI have forgotten you, if you will cross the seawith me, and be my wife. Then she was glad, and yet she was afraid,at the thought of that dark voyage, with astranger, from her fathers home, and her own. So they parted, Jason to the ship, and Medea tothe palace. But in the morning Jason anointedhimself and his armor with the drug, and allthe heroes struck at him with spears and swords,but the swords would not bite on him nor onhis armor. And he felt so strong and lightthat he leaped in the air with joy, and thesun shone on his glittering shield. Now they. JASON AND MEDEA. all went up together to the field where thebulls were breathing flame. There already wasyEetes, and Medea, and all the Colchians hadcome to see Jason die. A plow had beenbrought, to which he was to harness the he walked up to them, and they blew 274 THE GOLDEN FLEECE. [Feb. fire at him that flamed all round him, but themagic drug protected him. He took a hornof one bull in his right hand, and a horn of utes of striking and shouting, while the sparksof fire sprang up from helmet, and breastplate,and shield. And the furrow ran red with blood,
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