The Story of the Golden Fleece
could draw it out another man had cleft his helmet with a stroke, and so it went. A few minutes of striking and shouting, while the sparks of fire sprang up from helmet and breastplate and shield. And the furrow ran red with blood, and wounded men crawled on hands and knees to strike or stab those that were yet standing and fighting. So ax and sword and spear flashed and fell, till now all the men were down but one, taller and stronger than the rest. Round him he looked, and saw only Jason standing there, and he staggered toward him, bleeding, and lifting his great ax above his head. But Jason only stepped aside from the blow which would have cloven him to the waist, the last blow of the Men of the Dragon’s Teeth, for he who struck fell, and there he lay and died.
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