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So Perseus sailed away with his Phoenicians； round Hydrea and Sunium； past Marathon and the Attic shore； and through Euripus； and up the long Euboean sea； till he came to the town of Larissa； where the wild Pelasgi dwelt。
And when he came there； all the people were in the fields； and there was feasting； and all kinds of games； for Teutamenes their king wished to honour Acrisius； because he was the king of a mighty land。
So Perseus did not tell his name； but went up to the games unknown； for he said； 'If I carry away the prize in the games； my grandfather's heart will be softened toward me。'
So he threw off his helmet； and his cuirass； and all his clothes； and stood among the youths of Larissa； while all wondered at him； and said； 'Who is this young stranger； who stands like a wild bull in his pride？ Surely he is one of the heroes； the sons of the Immortals； from Olympus。'
And when the games began； they wondered yet more； for Perseus was the best man of all at running； and leaping； and wrestling and throwing the javelin； and he won four crowns； and took them； and then he said to himself； 'There is a fifth crown yet to be won： I will win that； and lay them all upon the knees of my grandfather。'
And as he spoke； he saw where Acrisius sat； by the side of Teutamenes the king； with his white beard flowing down upon his knees； and his royal staff in his hand； and Perseus wept when he looked at him； for his heart yearned after his kin； and he said； 'Surely he is a kingly old man； yet he need not be ashamed of his grandson。'
Then he took the quoits； and hurled them； five fathoms beyond all the rest； and the people shouted； 'Further yet； brave stranger！ There has never been such a hurler in this land。'
Then Perseus put out all his strength； and hurled。 But a gust of wind came from the sea； and carried the quoit aside； and far beyond all the rest； and it fell on the foot of Acrisius； and he swooned away with the pain。
Perseus shrieked； and ran up to him； but when they lifted the old man up he was dead； for his life was slow and feeble。
Then Perseus rent his clothes； and cast dust upon his head； and wept a long while for his grandfather。 At last he rose； and called to all the people aloud； and said …
'The Gods are true； and what they have ordained must be。 I am Perseus； the grandson of this dead man； the far…famed slayer of the Gorgon。'
Then he told them how the prophecy had declared that he should kill his grandfather； and all the story of his life。
So they made a great mourning for Acrisius； and burnt him on a right rich pile； and Perseus went to the temple； and was purified from the guilt of the death； because he had done it unknowingly。
Then he went home to Argos； and reigned there well with fair Andromeda； and they had four sons and three daughters； and died in a good old age。
And when they died； the ancients say； Athene took them up into the sky； with Cepheus and Cassiopoeia。 And there on starlight nights you may see them shining still； Cepheus with his kingly crown； and Cassiopoeia in her ivory chair； plaiting her star…spangled tresses； and Perseus with the Gorgon's head； and fair Andromeda beside him； spreading her long white arms across the heaven； as she stood when chained to the stone for the monster。
All night long； they shine； for a beacon to wandering sailors； but all day they feast with the Gods； on the still blue peaks of Olympus。
STORY II。 … THE ARGONAUTS
PART I … HOW THE CENTAUR TRAINED THE HEROES ON PELION
I HAVE told you of a hero who fought with wild beasts and with wild men； but now I have a tale of heroes who sailed away into a distant land； to win themselves renown for ever； in the adventure of the Golden Fleece。
Whither they sailed； my children； I cannot clearly tell。 It all happened long ago； so long that it has all grown dim； like a dream which you dreamt last year。 And why they went I cannot tell： some say that it was to win gold。 It may be so； but the noblest deeds which have been done on earth have not been done for gold。 It was not for the sake of gold that the Lord came down and died； and the Apostles went out to preach the good news in all lands。 The Spartans looked for no reward in money when they fought and died at Thermopylae； and Socrates the wise asked no pay from his countrymen； but lived poor and barefoot all his days； only caring to make men good。 And there are heroes in our days also； who do noble deeds； but not for gold。 Our discoverers did not go to make themselves rich when they sailed out one after another into the dreary frozen seas； nor did the ladies who went out last year to drudge in the hospitals of the East； making themselves poor； that they might be rich in noble works。 And young men； too； whom you know； children； and some of them of your own kin； did they say to themselves； 'How much money shall I earn？' when they went out to the war； leaving wealth； and comfort； and a pleasant home； and all that money can give； to face hunger and thirst； and wounds and death； that they might fight for their country and their Queen？ No； children； there is a better thing on earth than wealth； a better thing than life itself； and that is； to have done something before you die； for which good men may honour you； and God your Father smile upon your work。
Therefore we will believe … why should we not？ … of these same Argonauts of old； that they too were noble men； who planned and did a noble deed； and that therefore their fame has lived； and been told in story and in song； mixed up； no doubt； with dreams and fables； and yet true and right at heart。 So we will honour these old Argonauts； and listen to their story as it stands； and we will try to be like them； each of us in our place； for each of us has a Golden Fleece to seek； and a wild sea to sail over ere we reach it； and dragons to fight ere it be ours。
And what was that first Golden Fleece？ I do not know； nor care。 The old Hellens said that it hung in Colchis； which we call the Circassian coast； nailed to a beech…tree in the war… God's wood； and that it was the fleece of the wondrous ram who bore Phrixus and Helle across the Euxine sea。 For Phrixus and Helle were the children of the cloud…nymph； and of Athamas the Minuan king。 And when a famine came upon the land； their cruel step…mother Ino wished to kill them； that her own children might reign； and said that they must be sacrificed on an altar； to turn away the anger of the Gods。 So the poor children were brought to the altar； and the priest stood ready with his knife； when out of the clouds came the Golden Ram； and took them on his back； and vanished。 Then madness came upon that foolish king； Athamas； and ruin upon Ino and her children。 For Athamas killed one of them in his fury； and Ino fled from him with the other in her arms； and leaped from a cliff into the sea； and was changed into a dolphin； such as you have seen； which wanders over the waves for ever sighing； with its little one clasped to its breast。
But the people drove out King Athamas； because he had killed his child； and he roamed about in his misery； till he came to the Oracle in Delphi。 And the Oracle told him that he must wander for his sin； till the wild beasts should feast him as their guest。 So he went on in hunger and sorrow for many a weary day； till he saw a pack of wolves。 The wolves were tearing a sheep； but when they saw Athamas they fled； and left the sheep for him； and he ate of it； and then he knew that the oracle was fulfilled at last。 So he wandered no more； but settled； and built a town； and became a king again。
But the ram carried the two children far away over land and sea； till he came to the Thracian Chersonese； and there Helle fell into the sea。 So those narrow straits are called 'Hellespont；' after her； and they bear that name until this day。
Then the ram flew on with Phrixus to the north…east across the sea which we call the Black Sea now； but the Hellens call it Euxine。 And at last； they say； he stopped at Colchis； on the steep Circassian coast； and there Phrixus married Chalciope； the daughter of Aietes the king； and offered the ram in sacrifice； and Aietes nailed the ram's fleece to a beech； in the grove of Ares the war…God。
And after awhile Phrixus died； and was buried； but his spirit had no rest； for he was buried far from his native land； and the pleasant hills of Hellas。 So he came in dreams to the heroes of the Minuai； and called sadly by their beds； 'Come and set my spirit free； that I may go home to my fathers and to my kinsfolk； and the pleasant Minuan land。'
And they asked； 'How shall we set your spirit free？'
'You must sail over the sea to Colchis； and bring home the golden fleece； and then my spirit will come back with it； and I shall sleep with my fathers and have rest。'
He came thus； and called to them often； but when they woke they looked at each other； and said； 'Who dare sail to Colchis； or bring home the golden fleece？' And in all the country none was brave enough to try it； for the man and the time were not come。
Phrixus had a cousin called