The Argonauts would have drawn the ship close and would have sprung
upon the island only that Medea cried out to them. She showed them the
beasts that whimpered around the maidens, and then, as the Argonauts
looked upon them, they saw that these were not beasts of the wild.
There was something strange and fearful about them; the heroes gazed
upon them with troubled eyes. They brought the ship near, but they
stayed upon their benches, holding the oars in their hands.
Medea sprang to the island; she spoke to the maidens so that they
shrank away; then the beasts came and whimpered around her. "Forbear to
land here, O Argonauts," Medea cried, "for this is the island where men
are changed into beasts." She called to Jason to come; only Jason would
she have come upon the island.
They went swiftly toward the marble house, and the beasts followed
them, looking up at Jason and Medea with pitiful human eyes. They went
into the marble house of Circe, and as suppliants they seated
themselves at the hearth.
Circe stood at her loom, weaving her many-colored threads. Swiftly she
turned to the suppliants; she looked for something strange in them, for
just before they came the walls of her house dripped with blood and the
flame ran over and into her pot, burning up all the magic herbs she was
brewing. She went toward where they sat, Medea with her face hidden by
her hands, and Jason, with his head bent,--holding with its point in
the ground the sword with which he had slain the son of Æetes When
Medea took her hands away from before her face, Circe knew that, like
herself, this maiden was of the race of Helios. Medea spoke to her,
telling her first of the voyage of the heroes and of their toils;
telling her then of how she had given help to Jason against the will of
Æetes her father; telling her then, fearfully, of the slaying of
Apsyrtus. She covered her face with her robe as she spoke of it. And
then she told Circe she had come, warned by the judgment of Zeus, to
ask of Circe, the daughter of Helios, to purify her from the stain of
her brother's blood.
Like all the children of Helios, Circe had eyes that were wide and full
of life, but she had stony lips--lips that were heavy and moveless.
Bright golden hair hung smoothly along each of her sides. First she
held a cup to them that was filled with pure water, and Jason and Medea
drank from that cup.
Then Circe stayed by the hearth; she burnt cakes in the flame, and all
the while she prayed to Zeus to be gentle with these suppliants. She
brought both to the seashore. There she washed Medea's body and her
garments with the spray of the sea.
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