The Story of the Golden Fleece
Then Jason went to the king, where he sat looking darkly on, and said, “O King, the field is plowed, the seed is sown, the harvest is reaped. Give me now the Fleece of Gold, and let me be gone.” But the king said, “Enough is done. To-morrow is a new day. To-morrow shall you win the Fleece.”
Then he looked sidewise at Medea, and she knew that he suspected her, and she was afraid.
Now Æêtes went and sat brooding over his wine with the captains of his people; and his mood was bitter, both for loss of the Fleece, and because Jason had won it not by his own prowess, but by the magic aid of Medea. And, as for Medea herself, it was the king’s purpose to put her to a cruel death, and this she needed not her witchery to know. And
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