The Heroes; Or, Greek Fairy Tales for My ChildrenKingsley, Charles
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The Heroes; Or, Greek Fairy Tales for My Children
Kingsley, Charles
Mythology, Greek -- Juvenile literature
‘Oh, fair and pure, if thou hearest me, wilt thou leave me here to die of
drought? I have brought thee the Gorgon’s head at thy bidding, and
hitherto thou hast prospered my journey; dost thou desert me at the last?
Else why will not these immortal sandals prevail, even against the desert
storms? Shall I never see my mother more, and the blue ripple round
Seriphos, and the sunny hills of Hellas?’
So he prayed; and after he had prayed there was a great silence.
The heaven was still above his head, and the sand was still beneath his
feet; and Perseus looked up, but there was nothing but the blinding sun
in the blinding blue; and round him, but there was nothing but the
blinding sand.
And Perseus stood still a while, and waited, and said, ‘Surely I am not
here without the will of the Immortals, for Athené will not lie. Were
not these sandals to lead me in the right road? Then the road in which I
have tried to go must be a wrong road.’
Then suddenly his ears were opened, and he heard the sound of running
water.
And at that his heart was lifted up, though he scarcely dare believe his
ears; and weary as he was, he hurried forward, though he could scarcely
stand upright; and within a bowshot of him was a glen in the sand, and
marble rocks, and date-trees, and a lawn of gay green grass. And through
the lawn a streamlet sparkled and wandered out beyond the trees, and
vanished in the sand.
The water trickled among the rocks, and a pleasant breeze rustled in the
dry date-branches and Perseus laughed for joy, and leapt down the cliff,
and drank of the cool water, and ate of the dates, and slept upon the
turf, and leapt up and went forward again: but not toward the north this
time; for he said, ‘Surely Athené hath sent me hither, and will not have
me go homeward yet. What if there be another noble deed to be done,
before I see the sunny hills of Hellas?’
So he went east, and east for ever, by fresh oases and fountains,
date-palms, and lawns of grass, till he saw before him a mighty
mountain-wall, all rose-red in the setting sun.
Then he towered in the air like an eagle, for his limbs were strong
again; and he flew all night across the mountain till the day began to
dawn, and rosy-fingered Eos came blushing up the sky. And then, behold,
beneath him was the long green garden of Egypt and the shining stream of
Nile.
And he saw cities walled up to heaven, and temples, and obelisks, and
pyramids, and giant Gods of stone. And he came down amid fields of
barley, and flax, and millet, and clambering gourds; and saw the people
coming out of the gates of a great city, and setting to work, each in his
place, among the water-courses, parting the streams among the plants
cunningly with their feet, according to the wisdom of the Egyptians. But
when they saw him they all stopped their work, and gathered round him,
and cried—
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