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
On and on, beneath the dewy darkness, they fled swiftly down the swirling
stream; underneath black walls, and temples, and the castles of the
princes of the East; past sluice-mouths, and fragrant gardens, and groves
of all strange fruits; past marshes where fat kine lay sleeping, and long
beds of whispering reeds; till they heard the merry music of the surge
upon the bar, as it tumbled in the moonlight all alone.
Into the surge they rushed, and _Argo_ leapt the breakers like a horse;
for she knew the time was come to show her mettle, and win honour for the
heroes and herself.
Into the surge they rushed, and _Argo_ leapt the breakers like a horse,
till the heroes stopped all panting, each man upon his oar, as she slid
into the still broad sea.
Then Orpheus took his harp and sang a pæan, till the heroes’ hearts rose
high again; and they rowed on stoutly and steadfastly, away into the
darkness of the West.
PART V
HOW THE ARGONAUTS WERE DRIVEN INTO THE UNKNOWN SEA
So they fled away in haste to the westward; but Aietes manned his fleet
and followed them. And Lynceus the quick-eyed saw him coming, while he
was still many a mile away, and cried, ‘I see a hundred ships, like a
flock of white swans, far in the east.’ And at that they rowed hard,
like heroes; but the ships came nearer every hour.
Then Medeia, the dark witch-maiden, laid a cruel and a cunning plot; for
she killed Absyrtus her young brother, and cast him into the sea, and
said, ‘Ere my father can take up his corpse and bury it, he must wait
long, and be left far behind.’
And all the heroes shuddered, and looked one at the other for shame; yet
they did not punish that dark witch-woman, because she had won for them
the golden fleece.
And when Aietes came to the place he saw the floating corpse; and he
stopped a long while, and bewailed his son, and took him up, and went
home. But he sent on his sailors toward the westward, and bound them by
a mighty curse—‘Bring back to me that dark witch-woman, that she may die
a dreadful death. But if you return without her, you shall die by the
same death yourselves.’
So the Argonauts escaped for that time: but Father Zeus saw that foul
crime; and out of the heavens he sent a storm, and swept the ship far
from her course. Day after day the storm drove her, amid foam and
blinding mist, till they knew no longer where they were, for the sun was
blotted from the skies. And at last the ship struck on a shoal, amid low
isles of mud and sand, and the waves rolled over her and through her, and
the heroes lost all hope of life.
Then Jason cried to Hera, ‘Fair queen, who hast befriended us till now,
why hast thou left us in our misery, to die here among unknown seas? It
is hard to lose the honour which we have won with such toil and danger,
and hard never to see Hellas again, and the pleasant bay of Pagasai.’
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