oh I wish the long ship Argo had never passed that perilous Channel between the simpedes I wish the Pines that made her M and her OES still waved in the Wind on Mount Pon the gray Fishhawk still nested in them the great adventurers had never voyaged into the Asian Sunrise to the shore of mourning for the Golden Fleece for then my mistress media would never have seen Jason nor loved and saved him nor cut herself off from home to come with him into this country of The Smiling chattering Greeks and the roofs of Corinth over which I see evil hang like a cloud she is not Meek but fierce and the daughter of a king it at first all went well the folk of Corinth were kind to her they were proud of her beauty and Jason loved her happy is the house where the man and the woman love and are faithful now all is changed all is black hatred for Jason has turned from her he calls the old Bond the barbar Ian mating not a Greek marriage he's cast her off and wed the Yellowhead child of Creon the ruler here he wants worldly Advantage find friends in a high place in Corinth and for these he's willing to cast media like a harlot and betray the children that she has born him he is not wise I think but media lies in the house broken with pain and rage she will neither eat nor drink except her own tears she turns her face toward the Earth remembering her father's house and her native land which she abandoned for love of this man who now despises her and if I try to speak Comfort to her she only stares at me great eyes like stones she's like a stone on the shore or a wave of the sea and I think she hates even her children she's learning what it is to be a foreigner cast out alone and despised she will never learn to be humble she will never learn to drink insult like harmless water oh I'm in Terror of her whether she'll thread a knife through her own heart or whether she'll hunt the bridegroom and his new bride or what more Dreadful evil stalks through the forest of her dark mind I know that Jason would have been wiser to tempt a lioness or naked handed steal the welps of a tiger here come the happy children little they know of their mother's grief is she still in that deep despair your lucky old Watchdog of Jason's boys you do not see her this evil is not declining it is just at dawn I dread the liony glare of its noon she's so rot neither you nor media knows the latest and worst what what I shouldn't have spoken no it tell me the truth old man you and our two slaves we can trust each other I heard them saying when we walk beside the holy Fountain pyin where the old men sit in the sun on the stone benches they were saying that cron the Lord of this land intends to drive out media and the children with her these innocent boys out of this house and out of Corinth they must wander the wild World homeless and helpless no no no I don't believe it no Jason May hate the mother but he would hardly let his sons be C I hear her voice take the children away from her keep them away from her take them to the other door quickly this is my wish for myself my enemies my children this is my teror to hear always harking back to the children like a fierce Hound at fault oh unhappy one they're not to blame God me let me down oh it's a bad thing to be born of high race and brought up willful and Powerful in a great house unruled and ruling many but then if Misfortune comes it is unendurable I say that poor people are happier little commoners and humble people are poor in spirit they can lie low under the wind and live while the Tall Oaks and Cloud raking Mountain Pines go mad in the storm R groan and crash this is the Wild and terrible justice of God it brings on great persons the great disasters what do you want I hear her crying again it is Dreadful her lamentation she is beautiful and deep in grief we couldn't help coming we are friends of this house and its trouble hurts us you're right friends it's not a home it is broken old and honored servant of a great house do you think it is wise to leave your lady alone in there building that terrible Acropolis of deadly thoughts we Greeks believe that Solitude is very dangerous great passions grow into monsters in the dark of the mind but if you share them with loving friends they remain human they can be endured she has lived among us we have learned to love her we'd gladly tell her so it might comfort her spirit you think so she wouldn't listen oh she's coming speak speak carefully to her make your words a soft music oh my dear my poor child they say she's dangerous look at her eyes she is a witch but not evil she can make old men young again all the people of her country are witches they know about drugs and Magic they are savages but they have a wild wisdom oh look at the light of the sun this last time I wish from that blue sky the white wolf of lightning would leap and burst my skull and my brain and like a burning babe cling to these breasts someone is here I did not know I had visitors women of Corinth if anything has been spoken too loudly here consider that I believed I was alone and I have some provocation you've come let me suppose with love and sympathy to peer at my sorrow I understand well enough that nothing is ever private in a Greek city whoever withholds anything is thought Sullen or proud un ratic I think you call it this is not always just but we know that Justice at least on Earth is a name not a fact and as for me I wish to avoid any appearance of being Crow of what of Affliction I will show you my naked heart you know that my Lord Jason has left me and made a a second marriage with a bright-haired child of wealth and power I too was a child of power but not in this country and I spent my power for love of Jason I poured it out before him like water I made him drink it like wine I gave him success and fame I saved him his precious life not once many times you may have heard what I did for him I betrayed my father for him I killed my brother to save him I made my own land to hate me forever and I fled West with Jason in the Greek ship under the Thunder of SE weeping and laughing that huge Journey Through the Black Sea and the bossus where the Rocks clang together and through the Sea of maror and through the helis spont watched by the Spearman of wealthy Troy and home to Greek water his home my Exile My Endless Exile and here I've loved him and borne him sons and this man has left me and taken kon's daughter to enjoy her fortune and put aside her soft yellow hair and kiss her young mouth she is terrible stone with stone eyes she is pitiable she is under great know what other women I do not know how much a Greek woman will endure the people of my race are somewhat rash and in temperate as for me I want simply to die but Jason is not to smile at his bride over my grave or that great man Creon hang wreaths and make a feast day in Corinth oh let the wreaths be bright blinding fire and the songs are high wailing in the wine blood oh sorrow you wear it is dangerous to dream of wine it is worse to speak of wailing or blood for the images the Mind makes find a way out they work into life let them work into life there are evils that cannot be cured by evil patience remains and the gods watch all let them watch my enemies go down in blood dear beware some great person is coming it is Kon himself cron is coming it's dark with anger oh my lady my child dend in this wind and not be broken you have admirers I see Mia woman of the stone fored and hate filled eyes I've made my decision I've decided that you must leave this this land at once then go into banishment you with your children I intend to remove a root of disturbance out of the soil of Corinth I'm here to see to it I will not return home until it is done banishment Exile banishment go you may my dear but here you abide no more hi with my children I will not take them away from you because we have suffered evil we are to suffer more evil death was my wish words you will not be hindered you can have death while there are ropes to hang by or waves to drown in only make haste and leave this land children my Lord but you Ming nothing I'm praying to my gods for wisdom and you for Mercy you know my Lord what Exile means to beg a bread crust and be derided pelted with stones in The Villages the children my Lord are Jason's children your chosen friend I believe and now even closer bound and as for me your servant oh master of corins what have I done why must I be cast I will tell you frankly because you nourish ranous ill will towards persons whom I intend to protect I send you out before you've time to to do harm here and you are notorious for occult knowledge sorcery poisons magic men say you can even Sing Down the Moon from Heaven as to that I know not I know you are dangerous you threaten my daughter you have to go but I wish her well my Lord I wish her all happiness I hope that Jason may be as kind to her as to me that is your wish no I misspoke I sort of old days I acknowledge myar you have some cause for grief I all the more must guard against your dark wisdom and bitter heart you must judge me cruy it is true I have some knowledge of drugs and medicines if any person knows a little more than the Common Man the people suspect him but you are not a common man Lord of Corinth you will not fear knowledge no nor change my decision I pity you myar but you must go you Pity Me You Pity Me I will endure a dog's pity or a Wong toads may God who hears me we shall see in the anos of this is good this is what I desire unmask the liid face of your hatred and I see who I deal with Serpent and wolf a wolf from Asia I i' rather have you rage now than do harm later now myar out of here before my men drive you out woman driven half mad with sorrow laboring to save her little children no Wolf My Lord the racers of Asia are human too as the bright Greeks are and we have children and love them as Greeks do you have a daughter sir she's beautiful if I were near her I would soon love her you can speak sweetly enough you can make honey in your mouth like a brown bee when it serves your turn not honey the truth trust you or not you are going out of this country my dear make ready quickly I have a guest in my house I should return to him what guest oh my lady ask him who is the guest if powerful and friendly he might be a refuge to us in bitter Exile I know that your will is granite but even on the harsh face of a Granite Mountain some flowers of Mercy May grow in season have mercy on my little Sons Creon though there is none for me how long woman this is decided done finished I am not a beggar I will not trouble you I shall not live long S Grant me a few hours yet one day to prepare in one little day before I go out of Corinth forever what no I told you the day is today media this day and the hour is now there are no flowers on this mountain not one Viet not one an enemy your face my Lord Is Like Flint if I could find the right words if some God would lend me a touch of eloquence I'd show you my heart I'd lift it out of my breast and turn it over in my hand you'd see how pure it is of any harm or malice toward you or your household i b you cron by the soft yellow hair and the smooth cool fore of and the white knees of that young girl who is now Jason's bride lend me this inch of time one day half a day for this one is now half gone and I will go my sad course and vanish in the morning quietly as Dew that drops on the stones at dawn and as dry at Sunrise he will never again be troubled by any word or act of mine and this I pray you for your dear child sake ohon what is half a day in all the rich years of coren I'm no Tyrant I have been merciful F to my own hurt many times oh even to myself I seem foolish if I grant you this thing no Mia I will not Grant it well we shall watch you as a hawk does a Viper what harm could she do in the tale of one day a ruler ought to be ruthless but I'm not I'm a Fool in my own eyes whatever the world may think take it then make your preparations but if tomorrow Sun Shines on you here Mia you die enough words thank me not I want my hands washed of this business I will thank you and the whole world will hear of it I have seen this man's arrogance I watched and heard him I am of Corinth and I say that Corinth is not well ruled the city where even a woman even a foreigner suffers unjustly the rods of power is not well ruled unhappy M dear what Haven What sanctuary where will you wander this man this barking dogs this G fool gods of my father's country you saw me low on my knees before that great dog of Corinth humble holding my heart in my hands for a dog to bite break this dog's tee women it is a bitter thing to be a woman a woman is weak for Warfare she must use cunning men boast their battles I tell you this and we know it it is easier to stand in battle three times in the front line in the stabbing Fury than to Bear one child and a woman they say can do no good but in child birth it may be so she can do evil she can do evil I wept before that tall dog I wept my tears before him I degraded my knees to him I gulled and flattered him oh triple fool he's given me all that I needed a little time a space of time death is dearer to me than what I am now and if today by Sunset the world has not turned and turned sharp too then let let your dog Creon send two or three slaves to kill me and a cord to strangle me I will stretch out my throat to it but I have a bitter hope women I begin to see light through the dark wood between the Monstrous trunks of the trees at the end of the Tangled forest and eyehole a pin point of light I shall not die perhaps as a pigeon dies nor like the innocent lad that feels the hand on its head and looks up from the knife to the man's face and dies no like some yelloweyed Beast that has killed its Hunters let me lie down on the hounds bodies and the broken Spears how to strike them what means to use there are so many doors through which painful death May Glide in and catch which one which one tell me do you know what guest is in Cron's house an Athenian ship came from the north last night it is egis the Lord of Athens egis my lady knows him I believe he will help us some God has brought him here some savior God he's leaving I think today my lady Lord egis is here in Corinth creon's guest if you will see him and speak him fairly we have a refuge things in my hand to do be quiet oh l listen to me you're driven out of Corinth you must find shelter egis of Athens is here listen to me I held you in my arms when you were this long I gave you milk from these breasts and the now Dead Leaves I saw the little beautiful bodies straighten and grow tall oh child how can I not try to save you life is better than death not no times is running out I have time oh I have time it would be good to sit here A Thousand Years and think of nothing but the deaths of three persons oh there's no hope then child if you would do this red thing you dream of all Corinth would pour against you after my enemies are punished and I've heard the last broken moan Corinth what's that I'll sleep I sleep well I'm alone against all and so weary that it is pitiful look who is coming I see sunlight glitter on Lil Jason Jason media's worst enemy who should have been her dearest protector what business have you here you women clustered like Buzzing Bees around the hive door where is Media there morning for what you have done what she has done not I not by my will she and my sons are exiled is there another dog here so myar you have once more affronted and insulted the head of Corinth this is not the first time I've seen what a fool anger is you might have lived here happily secure and honored I hope you would by being just a little decently respectful toward those in power instead you had to go mad with anger and talk yourself into exile to me it matters little what you say about me but rulers are sensitive call yourself lucky media not to get worse than Exile in spite of all this I have your interest at heart and I'm here to help you Exiles a bitter business I want to make some provision for you I wish you no harm although you hate me and in particular the children my sons our sons you might have been decent enough to have thought of our sons did you consider them when you betrayed this house certainly I considered them it was my hope that they would grow up here and I having married power could protect and favor them and if perhaps after many years I become dast of Corinth for that is Cron's desire to make me his Heir our sons would have been a king's Sons I hope to help them wherever they go but now of course must look forward to younger children it's enough something might happen it is likely that something might happen to the bride in the marriage I'll guard against it but evidently Kon is right to be rid of you I go to the palace and seek for egis there's no other hope have you finished now I thought I would let you speak on and spread out your shamelessness before these women the way a Tyrion Trader unrolls his rare Fabrics do you like it ladies it is the dog's daughter's husband it is a brave person it has finally got up its courage with a guard of Spears to come and look me in the face oh Jason how have you pulled me down to this hell of vile thoughts I did not use to talk like a common woman I loved you once and I'm ashamed of it but there are some things that ought to be remembered by you and me that blue day when we drove through the helis Pont into Greek Sea and the great shouldered Heroes were singing at the OES and those birds flying through the blown foam that day was too fine I suppose for Cron's daughter's man to remember but you might remember whether I cheated my father for you and tamed the fire breathing Brazen Hof bulls and whether I saved your life in the field of the teeth and you might remember whether I poisoned the Great Serpent and got you the Golden Fleece and fled with you and killed my brother when he pursued us making myself abominable in my own home and then in yours I got your enemy pus hacked to death by his own daughter's hands whatever These Fine Corinthian friends of yours may say against by rapid and tricky wisdom you has served you has served well here are five times if I've counted right and all's not counted when your adventures would have been Dusty death if if I had not saved you but now you think your adventures are over you are safe and high placed in Corinth and will need me no more it is a bit of a dog isn't it women it's well qualified to sleep with a dog's daughter but for me Jason me driven by The Hairy snouts from the quadruped marriage bed what refuge does your prudent kindness advise world is a little closed to me H by the things I have done for you I see B you have been a very careful Merchant of benefits you forget none you keep a strict Reckoning but some little things that I on my side have done for you are to be in the books too for example I carried you out of the dirt and Superstition of Asiatic caucus into the rational sunlight of Greece and the marble music of the Greek temples is that no benefit I have brought you to meet the first minds of our time and to speak as an equal with the great Heroes and rulers of cities is that no benefit here you are famous who would have spoken your name at your days run by on that last edge of the world that life of blood and filth I saved you from so that one day you may vent on me this vness this Barbarian gratitude and now this Grievous thing that you hate me for that I married kanon's young daughter little Kusa do you think I did it like a boy or a woman out of blind passion no I did it to achieve power here and I'd have used that power to protect you and our sons but no your jealous madness has muddled everything and finally as to those acts of service you so loudly boast whom do I thank for them I thank Divine Venus the goddess who makes girls fall in love you did them because you had to do them Venus compelled you I enjoyed her favor a man dares things you know he makes is adventured in the cold eye of death and if the gods care for him they appoint an instrument to save him if not he dies you were that instrument here it is the lowest the obscene drgs the Slime and the loathing the Muddy Bottom of a mouth cup when a scoundrel begins to invoke the Gods oh You' better go Jason vulgarity is a contagious disease and in a moment what could I do but spit at you like a peasant or curse you like a drunken slave you'd rather take yourself back to little viar I came to help you and save you if possible your help is not wanted go go I want to see my boys go quick yours the regret then this is it I did not surely know it lothing is all this flesh he has touched and fouled his hands that rought for him these knees that ran his errands this body that took his what they called love and made children of it if I could peel off the flesh the children the memory what is she doing that woman staring like Stone staring oh she has moved now Annihilation the word is pure music to annihilate the past is not possible but its fruits in the present can be nipped off might look in my son's eyes eyes and see Jason's forever better to be clean bones on the shore White Bones on the Black Sea sure over this far not yet Corinth must how Fest peace and pity are departed hatred is here hatred is heavy it clings to the Earth love blows away hatred remains women hate War but men will wait it again women May hate their husbands and Sons their fathers but women will never hate their own children but as for me I will do good to my husband I will love my sons and daughters and adore the gods you should go into the house with a sharp knife to the man and his bride or if I could fire the room they sleep in and hear them wake in the white of the fire and howl to each other and howl like dogs and howl and die but I might fail I might be cut down first a knife might turn in my hand or the fire not burn and my enemies could laugh at me no I have subtler means and more deadly cruel I have my dark art that fools call witchcraft not for nothing have I worshiped the wild gray God that walks in the dark the Wise One the terrible one the sweet Huntress flower of the night Hecks in my house at my house maybe he was leaving sc's door he is coming EES is coming the power of Athens I will I see him go back and tell him so ancient goddess to I my people make the sacrifice of black lambs and black female hounds Holy One Haunter of Crossroads queen of Knight heck help me now to remember in my mind the use of the venomous fire a magic song and a sharp gem he is here my lady Athens is here Rejoice my dear there is no fairer greeting from friend to friend media ha and rejoice rejoice it may be so it maybe I shall rejoice before the sun sets M dear what's happened to you nothing nothing I'm quite well fools trouble me where are you traveling from me just from dely where I went to consult the ancient Oracle of Apollo oh delie did you get a good answer an obscure one some God or other has made me unable to beget a child that is my trouble but the Oracle never gives plain responses I tell you these things so that you might help me with the God's meeting what did Apollo say to you that I must not unloose the hanging foot of the wines skin until I return to the Hearth of my father's the hanging foot of the wine skin you've never had a child no and it is bitterness but when Misfortune comes it is bitter to have children and watch their star-like faces grow dim to endure it when death comes Mia it is for a childless man utter despair Darkness Extinction one's children are the life after death do you feel it so do you feel it so and if you had a dog eyed enemy and needed absolute Vengeance you'd kill the Man's children first unchild him and then un life him I do not care to think of such Horrors I have no complete Enemy what is it m what's the matter my love I would not have my children their father hurts what do you mean Jason what has Jason done he has cast me off and married creon's young daughter and Creon this very day is driving us into black Exile do you mean you're driven out into Exile into homeless Exile why that because our presence here is embarrassing to the Young Bride do not think such men ought to be punished he just where will you go if there is any rightness on Earth or in heaven they will be punished where will you go to medar what to yes of course she's all bewildered sir in the Deep storm and ocean of grief or she would ask of you refuge in Nath ah so I should egis will you shelter me in Athens if you by your own means come to Athens I will take care of you I could repay you for it I know the remedies that make a dry stick flame into flour and fruit you'd cure my stability I could do so but I have certain enemies if powerful enemies came Bing for my blood would you protect me come the four ends of the world they will not break in you're safe there I am your pledge will you swear it EG just what I promise I trust you the oath is formal your cure depends on it you swear by the fruitful Earth and high shining heaven to protect me in Athens against all men I swear break if you should break it the Earth will give you no bread but death and the sky no light but Darkness I will not break it you must repeat the words egis if I break it the Earth will give me no bread but death and the sky no light but Darkness you have sworn the gods have heard you when will you come to Athens to Athens why if I come if I live it will be soon the yolks on the necks of the horses I have some things to do that men will talk of afterwards in hushed voices while I and my children safe in Athens laugh is that it bew Lees May the gods comfort you Mia farewell ladies of Corinth Fair be the Gale behind you sir and the way ahead what is she plotting in her deep mind she is juggling with death and life like a juggler with a black ball and a white ball oh God protector of Exiles lord of the Holy Skies lead us to the high rock that Athena loves and the olive garland of Athens Athens is beautiful as a lamp on a rock the people of Athens favored Through the Ages walk with grace through the sparkling air their souls nourished by knowledge and wisdom how can such a people offer sh shelter to a woman so filled with hatred and murder how can one wish to die how can the woman be drowned in sorrow and bewildered with hatred for only to be alive and to see the light is beautiful hush as you say what a marvelous privilege it is merely to be alive and how foolish it would be to spend the one day of life that remains to me at least in Corinth this tag end of one day on tears and hatred rather I should rejoice and sing and give gifts they say gold will buy anything even friendship even love at least in Greece among you civilized people you reasonable and civilized heling I still have two or three of the treasures that I brought from home things of pure precious gold which a God gave to the Kings my ancestors is it late it seems to me that the light darkens is it even no no no no a cloud I hope for Thunder let the sky rage my gifts will shine the brighter listen old woman I want you to go to Jason and tell him tell him tell him I am sick of hating and weary of evil I wish for peace I wish to send precious gifts to that pale girl with the yellow hair whom he has married tell him to come and take them and to kiss his boys before we go into Exile tell him to come speedily now go go and find him go pass I'm terrified I do not know I'm terrified pray to the gods women to keep evil birds from our hearts these are the gifts I am sending to the Young Bride god of the son gave them to my father's father and I have kept them in the Deep chest for some high occasion which has now come I have great joy in giving these jewels to creon's daughter for the glory of Life consists in being generous to one's friends and merciless to one's enemies you know what a friend she's been to me all Corinth knows the slaves talk of it the old stones in the walls have watched and laughed see it is almost alive gold is a living thing such pure gold but when her body has warmed it how it will shine it is intolerable to sit and wait you sure he's coming you sure he said he would let him make haste then frightening IR rtion things have happened lately the face of nature is flawed with Omens yesterday evening a slave came up to the harbor gate carrying a basket of new CAU fish one of the fish took fire and burnt in the wet basket with a high Flame the thing was witnessed by many persons and a black leopard was seen gliding through the marketplace you haven't told me yet do you not think creon's daughter will be glad of those gifts oh myar too much wealth is sometimes Dreadful she'll be glad bad however she'll take them she'll put them on she'll wear them she'll strutting them she'll PE I see him coming now the whole Palace will admire her stand aside from me women while I make my sick piece well I've come I tell you plainly not for your sake the children your woman tells me you have your wits again and are willing to look beyond your own woes it appears doubtful where are the boys I made in in quiries I can find fosterage for them in epidor or any other of several cities that are creon's friends now visit them from time to time and see that they're well kept you mean take them from me be careful Jason I am not patient yet I am the one who labored in pain to Bear them I cannot smile while I lose them but I'm learning I am learning no Jason I will not give up my little ones to the cold care of strangers it would be far better for them to share my wandering ocean of beggy and Bleak Exile they'll still be loved and when the sky rages I'll hold them warm against my heart I love them Jason only if you would keep them and care for them here in corent I might consent gladly but they are exiled in your own house gladly I do it but but you understand they are exiled as you are innocent from my Rebellion that's black forgive me Jason as I do you you've had too much Roth and our acts are closing on us on me I mean retribution is from the gods and it breaks our hearts would you feel no guilt you fear nothing nothing can touch you it is wonderful to stand Serene above the fates while earthlings WIS if it lasts it does not always last do you love them Jason certainly the children certainly I am their father if anything happened to them would you be grieved nothing will happen to them media while in my care rest your mind on it must pardon me it is not always possible to be certain of that if they were killed and their blood ran on the floor of the house or down the deep Earth would you be grieved you have a sick mind what a weak thing a woman is always dreaming of evil yes after I cut their killer into red cops I grieve that is true Vengeance makes grief bearable and knowing that creon's daughter your wife will no doubt breed many other boys but if something should happen to creon's daughter enough Mia too much be silent I am to conclude that you love creon's daughter more than your sons they'll have to take the sad Journey with me tell the boys to come out and be their father farewell I could take them from you by force media Oh Come Jason let's be friends at last I know you love them if they could stay here in Corinth I'd be content I asked it he refused it you asked him to take my children from me I'm quite patient now I've learned Oh Come boys come speak to your father oh no no we're friends again We're Not Angry Anymore big boys tall fellows why you've grown up since I saw you smile for him children give him your hands I think he's afraid of your helmet sir come my sons no my sons we'll teach you to fear helmets the enemy will run from yours when you grow up to size I think in time you'll both be leaders of Corinth you M my captain don't give them to him AAR if you do it will ache forever you have Refuge take him there I think his beauti silent look at him he loves them huh therefore his dear children are not going to that City but to a darker City where no games are played no music is heard watch and see watch this man women he is going to we weep I think he's going to weep blood and quite soon and much more than I have wept watch and keep silence Jason are the boy is very dear to you I think I'm satisfied that you love them these two great Heroes what is it what's the matter nothing it is hard to let them go this I have thought of you will take them to creon's daughter your wife and make them kneel to her and ask her to ask her father to let them stay here in Corinth and I put gifts in their hands people say that gifts will persuade even the Gods Gods is it well thought of will she listen to us oh yes if I ask it she deny me nothing I think you're right she can rule cron bring me those gold things dear ones Brave Little Falcons little porns of my Agony go ask that proud breastless girl of her bitter charity whether she will let you Nest here until your wings fledge while far your mother flies the Dark Storm I'm sorry for you media parting is hard I can bear it and worse too don't touch the gold wait my tarnish why these are a king's Treasures you shouldn't Med it's too much Cron's house has gold enough of its own oh if she'll wear them what should I want with woven golden vanities black is my wear the woman ought to be very happy with such jewels and such a husband her son is rising mine going down I hope to a red sunset gold is too heavy a burden for little hands carry them you until you come to the Palace Brave Little trudging Pilgrims from the Black Wave to the white desert take this stuff in be sure you lay it in her own hands come back and tell me what happens tell me what happened Rejoice women the given the bait is laid the gods roll their great eyes over creon's house and quietly smile for no rat nor Coney would creep into the open undisguised traps that take the proud race of man that robe of bright flowing gold a bride Veil let fish nets to catch a young slender salmon not mute she'll sing her delicate body wries in the meshes the golden wreath binds her bright head with light she'll dance she'll sing loudly would I were there to hear it that proud one howling oh look sun's out again clouds have gone hold gay and clear I wish the deep Earth would open and swallow us before I do what comes next I wish all life would perish and the holy gods in high heaven die before my little ones come home to my hands it would be better for you my dear if the Earth did open her jaws and take you down into darkness but one thing you will not do for you cannot you will not hurt your own children no blood lapping beast of the field she bear nor lioness nor the lean wolf hurts her own tender wops how could that girl's death slick me I am sick with Terror I'll run to the Palace I'll warn them you go go if you will God and my vengeful godess are doing these things you cannot prevent them but you could easily fall into the same fire I am afraid to go you are wise anyone running between me and my Justice will reap what no man wants not Justice Vengeance you have suffered evil you wish to inflict evil I do according to Nature what I have to do I dream that someone gave good for evil and the world was amazed a coward or a Madman gives good for evil did you hear thin music like a girl screaming what did I perhaps imagine it is music let me go my dear I'll be mute I'll speak to no one I cannot bear let me go to my house you stay here and watch till the end you'll be quiet women came to see how the Barbarian woman endure his betrayal watch and you'll know is a seed of blood 100 fold the Harvest cleaners that follow them Fe of the demon comes through the lock door and strangles the child see the Whirlwind hanging from the black sky like a twisted rope like an erect serpent its tail teares the Earth it is braided of dust and lightning who will fly in it let me hide myself from these night choring pillars and the Dark Door I'm quite sure something has happened presently someone will bring us news look the children are coming they have bright things in their hands the faces are clear and joyous was all that fear a dream dream Rejoice Mia I bring good news the princess graciously received your presence and smiled it is peace between you she's welcomed the little boys they are safe from Exile At first she looked angrily at them and turned away Jason said don't be angry at your friends you ought to love those whom I love look what they have brought you dear and she looked and saw in the Dark boxes the brilliant gold she smiled then and marveled at it and afterward she she caressed the children she even said that this little one's hair was like fine spun silk and then Jason gave them these toys and we came away yes if this were all if this were all old man I'd have your bony loins be be into a blood fro for the good news you bring there more however it will soon come oh take them away from me I get up there children I get up come quickly if there is any Mercy or forbearance in heaven let it reach down to touch that dark mind and save it from what it dreams where is what happened what horror drives you a Spear's hunting behind you Flee for Your Life Mia I am Jason's man but you were good to me while I was here in the house can you hear me escape media I hear you your breath see quietly what you've seen my ears ring with a crying my eyes are scaled she put on the gold garments did you do it Mia be quiet you're Avenged you are horribly Avenged it is too much the gods will hate you is my care did anyone die with her cron where is pride now tell me all that you saw speak slowly he tried to save her he died Corinth is masterless all in amaz confusion and some are looting but they'll avenge him I'm going on someone is going to die here comes my witness i' i' I've I've hobbled and run and Fallen C your breath take your time I want a whole tale every gesture and cry I've labored for this this has turned loose please NSE I'm very happy go slowly tell me these things in order from the beginning as when you used to dress me when I was little In My Father's House you used to say one thing at a time one thing and then the next my eyes are Bliss LED throats like a dry straw there there was a a long mirror on the wall and when her eyes saw it children had gone she she put her hands in the cases and took those gold things and I watched for I feared something might happen to her but I never thought so horribly she she placed on her little head the bright golden wreath she gathered the flowing gold robe around her white shoulders and slender flanks and and gazed at the Golden Girl in the metal mirror going back and forth on tiptoe almost and swung a leg from the hip to see the flexible gold molding the thigh and suddenly horror again again you're not suffering you saw it you did not feel it speak plainly her face went white she she staggered a few steps bending over and and fell into the great Throne chair then a serving woman began to call for water thinking she'd fainted but saw the the foam start on her lips and the eyes rolling and screamed instead and some of them ran after Jason others ran to F fetch Creon and that doomed girl frightfully crying started up in the chair she ran she was like a torch and the Golden Crown like a comet streamed fire she she tore at it but it clung to her head the golden cloak was white hot flaying the flesh from the living bones blood mixed with fire ran down she fell she burned on the floor Rising then then then Creon came and and and flung himself on a hoping to choke that Rage of flame but it ran through him his own Agony made him forget his daughters the Fire stuck to the Flesh and it glued him to her he tried to stand up he tore her body and his own the burnt flesh broke in lumps from the bones no no I have no more no more I finished they lie there eyess dfac Untouchable middens of smoking flesh lay with molten gold no I have no more I finished I finished have mercy have mercy they died when you came away no the harsh ties of breath still whistle in their black mouths no one could touch them Jason Jason Jason stood in their smoke unable helpless no one could touch them you have to Good News well I reward you as for those people they will soon die their woes are over too soon mine or not Jason's are not my little fulcon oh listen to me laugh and be glad we have accomplished it our enemies were great and powerful they were full of cold Pride they ruled all this country they are down in the ashes howling in the ashes in their own ashes no one has ever injured me but suffered more than I had suffered therefore this final sacrifice I intended glares in my eyes like a lion on a bridge we still hate you know a person nearer than these more vile more cont temptable oh my I cannot if you were my hands I would cut him off or my eyes I would gouge him out but not you that was Madness so Jason will be able to say I have lost much but not all I have children my sons are well that too is unbearable I want him crushed cing I have no choice you there you thought me soft and submissive like a common woman who takes a blow and cries a little and wipes her face and runs about the housework loving her master I am not such a woman awake Mia awake from the evil dream catch up your children and flee farther than Athens farther than TH or Spain flee to The World's End fire and death have done your bidding are you not fed full of evil is it not enough no loathing is endless hate is a bottomless cup I will pour and pour children my little ones what was I dreaming my babes my own never never never never never shall my own babes be hurt not if every war hound and spear slave in headless corrent were on the track Oh look The sweet lips are trembling look women the little mouths I fright en them with those wild words they stood and faced me they never flinched look at their proud young eyes myets my golden ones oh sweet Small Faces like the pale wild roses that Bloom where the cliff breaks toward the brilliant sea the delicate form and color dear dear fragrance of your sweet breath oh my lady make haste take them and flee flee away from here someone will come soon oh listen to me all Corinth is in confusion and headless Anarchy unced in a amazed around that horror you made therefore they linger yet in a moment its avenge has come I have a sword in the house I can defend you would you say this child has Jason's eyes they are his Cubs they have his blood as long as they live I shall be mixed with him children it is evening see evening has come come little ones into the house evening brings all things home it brings the bird to the bow and the lamb to the fold and the child to the mother we must not think too much people go mad if they think too much no no no no no no no no what has happened the crown of Horrors no save door and God is here Mia he calls to you he forbids you there's no hope in heaven or Earth it is done was destined when she was born now it is done who is coming someone is running at us the cursed man Jason he has a sword I am more afraid of the clinging contagion of his misfortunes a man the gods are destroyed where is that murderous here in the house or as she fled she'll have to hide in the heavy metal darkness and caves of the earth and there I'll crawl and find her are you struck dumb are you shielding Earth where is Media you caus these things she was faithful to you and you broke Faith Hara is here I'm caused there was no reason tell me at least whether she took my sons with her kanan's men would kill them for what she has done I'd rather save them than punish her help me in this so she has killed herself good she never lacked courage I'll take my sons to the far ends of the Earth and never speak of these things again is she lying in there honorable at least in her death I might have known it well answer me death is there death is here but you are both blind and deaf how can I tell you but the children are well I do not know whether media lives or is dead open open the door open open open I am alone help me help me help me to break the bolt go go go find help what feeble nightbird overcome by Misfortune Beats at my door can this be that great Adventurer the famous Lord Of The Seas and Delight of women the heir of Rich Corinth this crying drunkard on the dark doorstep yet you've not had enough you've come to drink the last bitter drops I'll pour them for you what is that stain on your hand the wine I was pouring for you spilled on my hand dear were the little grapes that were crushed to make it dear were The Vineyards I came to kill you media like a caught Beast like a crawling Viper give me my sons that I may save them from crean's men I'll go quietly away they're sleeping perhaps I will let you li with them you cannot have them but the hour is late you ought to go home to that Highborn bride the night has fallen surely she Longs for you surely her flesh is not crusted black nor her mouth a horror she's very young but surely she will be fruitful your sword you won beles no not that step the next lower I'll kill you first and then I I'll find my sons you must be careful J do you see these two fire snakes that guard this door one on each side here and here two serpents their throats are swollen with poison their eyes are burning coals and their tongues are fire they are coiled ready to strike if you come near them they'll make you what cron is but stand there very quietly I'll let you look at your sons open the doors that he may see them I knew it I knew it before I saw it I knew no what wild beast would have done it I have done it because I LOE you more than I love them I should have killed you the day I saw you I tore my own heart and laughed I was tearing yours will you laugh while I strangle laugh I would still be joyful to know that every bone of your life is broken you are left hopeless friendless matless childless avoided by Gods and Men un clean with awful excess of grief childless it does not matter now who lives or who dies go down to your ship Argo and weep beside it that rotting Hulk on the Harbor Beach drawn dry a strand never to be launched again even the weeds and Barnacles on the Warped Keel are dead and stink that's your last companion and Only Hope for sometime one of the rotting Timbers will fall on your head and kill you meanwhile sit there and mourn remembering the infinite evil and the good that you made evil give me my boys the little pitiful violated bodies that I may bury them in some kind place to you you would betray even the little bodies coin them for silver sell them for power no let me touch their dear flesh let me touch their hair no they are mine they are going with me the Chariot is at the gate you had love and betrayed it now of all men you are utterly the most miserable as I of women but I a woman a foreigner alone against you and the might of Corinth have met you throat for throat evil for evil grief for grief I go forth under the cold Clear Eyes Of Heaven those weakness despising Stars not me they scorn for e