The first thing that Jason thought of doing, after he left the king's
presence, was to go to Dodona, and inquire of the Talking Oak what
course it was best to pursue. This wonderful tree stood in the center
of an ancient wood. Its stately trunk rose up a hundred feet into the
air, and threw a broad and dense shadow over more than an acre of
ground. Standing beneath it, Jason looked up among the knotted branches
and green leaves, and into the mysterious heart of the old tree, and
spoke aloud, as if he were addressing some person who was hidden in the
depths of the foliage.
[Illustration: "What shall I do?" said he.]
"What shall I do," said he, "in order to win the Golden Fleece?"
At first there was a deep silence, not only within the shadow of the
Talking Oak, but all through the solitary wood. In a moment or two,
however, the leaves of the oak began to stir and rustle, as if a
gentle breeze were wandering amongst them, although the other trees
of the wood were perfectly still. The sound grew louder, and became
like the roar of a high wind. By and by, Jason imagined that he could
distinguish words, but very confusedly, because each separate leaf of
the tree seemed to be a tongue, and the whole myriad of tongues were
babbling at once. But the noise waxed broader and deeper, until it
resembled a tornado sweeping through the oak, and making one great
utterance out of the thousand and thousand of little murmurs which each
leafy tongue had caused by its rustling. And now, though it still had
the tone of a mighty wind roaring among the branches, it was also like
a deep bass voice, speaking, as distinctly as a tree could be expected
to speak, the following words:--
"Go to Argus, the ship builder, and bid him build a galley with fifty
oars."
Then the voice melted again into the indistinct murmur of the rustling
leaves, and died gradually away. When it was quite gone, Jason felt
inclined to doubt whether he had actually heard the words, or whether
his fancy had not shaped them out of the ordinary sound made by a
breeze, while passing through the thick foliage of the tree.
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