Gods and Heroes; or, The Kingdom of JupiterFrancillon, R. E. (Robert Edward)
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Gods and Heroes; or, The Kingdom of Jupiter
Francillon, R. E. (Robert Edward)
Mythology, Classical -- Juvenile literature
He had never loved her; and now his fear of her was turning into hate,
and the hate into loathing and horror. All the wickednesses and
cruelties she had committed for his sake seemed to have become his
own, and to be so many curses upon him. And even her magic had not
prospered, seeing that it had cost him the kingdom he might have
gained by fair means, and had driven him into exile. His only comfort
was in their two children, whom he loved dearly; and at last he could
bear life with the terrible Medea no longer. He determined to divorce
her; to take the children away from such a mother; and to take another
wife whom he could love, and who would not be a terror to him.
Such a wife he found in Creusa, a princess of Corinth. But he was
terribly mistaken if he thought he could break the vow he had made to
Medea at the altar of Hecate, the Witch-Queen.
Medea affected to be quite content with what had been arranged. She
sent Creusa a wedding-dress, and had her children brought to her to
bid them farewell. The feast was at its height, and Jason was
rejoicing in his freedom, when a cold cloud seemed to come over the
guests; and there stood Medea, dark and stern, leading her two
children by the hand.
"Traitor and perjurer!" she said to Jason, so that all the guests
could hear. "Is this your return for the love I have given you; for
the country I left for you; for the sins I have done for you--sins
that you took the fruits of, but were too cowardly to do? I have given
you to the last moment to prove your faith; and now the last moment
has gone. As you choose to be bound to me no longer, my own hands
shall destroy the last links that bind you and me."
So saying, like the tigress she was, she took up the children and
dashed them dead upon the floor. At the same moment Creusa shrieked
with the agony of the poisoned robe that was clinging to her and
destroying her. Jason rushed upon Medea with his sword. But before he
could reach her, a chariot drawn by flying dragons, none knew whence,
had borne her away, none knew whither, through the air.
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