_The_. She never said a word against her own sentence; _she_ was ready to submit: but she pleaded hard for the child's life, and cried, and held him up for his grandfather to see; and there was the sweet babe, that thought no harm, smiling at the waves. I am beginning again, at the mere remembrance of it. _Dor_. You make me cry, too. And is it all over? _The_. No; the chest has carried them safely so far; it is by Seriphus. _Dor_. Then why should we not save them? We can put the chest into those fishermen's nets, look; and then of course they will be hauled in, and come safe to shore. _The_. The very thing. She shall not die; nor the child, sweet treasure! F. XIV _Triton. Iphianassa. Doris. Nereids_ _Tri_. Well, ladies: so the monster you sent against the daughter of Cepheus has got killed himself, and never done Andromeda any harm at all! _Nereid_. Who did it? I suppose Cepheus was just using his daughter as a bait, and had a whole army waiting in ambush to kill him? _Tri_. No, no.—Iphianassa, you remember Perseus, Danae's boy?—they were both thrown into the sea by the boy's grandfather, in that chest, you know, and you took pity on them. _Iph_. I know; why, I suppose he is a fine handsome young fellow by now? _Tri_. It was he who killed your monster. _Iph_. But why? This was not the way to show his gratitude. _Tri_. I'll tell you all about it. The king had sent him on this expedition against the Gorgons, and when he got to Libya— _Iph_. How did he get there? all by himself? he must have had some one to help him?—it is a dangerous journey otherwise. _Tri_. He flew,—Athene gave him wings.—Well, so when he got to where the Gorgons were living, he caught them napping, I suppose, cut off Medusa's head, and flew away. _Iph_. How could he see them? The Gorgons are a forbidden sight. Whoever looks at them will never look at any one else again.