the east,
sailors who knew these streams as we knew the Pegasai, and they knew the kingdom of Aietes — no doubt had
friends among
that barbarous race. We could use these poor drowned
rats! I seized
the hands of the man who spoke for them, youngest of
the brothers, Melas.
‘Kinsman!’ I said, and laughed. I turned to the others.
“You
who beg us for strangers’ help are long lost kinsmen,
for I
am Jason, son of Aison, son of Dionysos, Lord of the Underworld. Your famous father and my own
father
were cousins, and I have sailed with these friends for
no other cause
than to seek you out and return you safe to your
homeland, with all
the chattel and goods you may rightfully claim as your
own. Of all that
more in a while. For now, let us dress you and arm you,
and offer
a sacrifice, as is right, to the god of this island.’ The crew brought clothes, the finest we had, and heirloom swords,
and we built
an altar and made a great sacrifice of sheep. When that was done and we’d feasted our fill, I spoke to them
again, framed words
to suit their needs and mine, and to please the
Argonauts,
indeed, to please even Orpheus, if possible.
“ ‘Zeus is most truly the all-seeing god! Sooner or later
we god-fearing men that uphold the right must come to
his attention.
See how he rescued your father Phrixos from a heartless
woman,
his cruel step-mother, and made him a wealthy man
besides.
And see how he saved you yourselves, preserved you in
the deadly storm
and brought you directly to those who have come here
in search of you!
And finally this: see how he’s armed you, not only with
swords
but with fighting companions, the mightiest fighters now
living — Akastos,
my cousin, and Phlias, my father’s half-brother (don’t
mind those staring
eyes: he has no mind; a dancer) — and Orpheus, king of all harpers, and Mopsos, king of all seers, and
Argus,
famous artificer—’ Thus I named them all, and praised
them,
praising the god. They listened smiling, heads bowed.
I said:
The sacred vow you have sworn to your dying father
gives all
this crew, I think, new purpose. For it cannot be hidden,
I think,
loath though I am to speak of it — that we’ve suffered
great losses,
sorrows and pains that have checked us, nearly
overcome us. Your vow—’
I paused, as if undecided. ‘On board our ship you can
travel
eastward or westward, whichever you choose. Either to
the city
Aietes rules, or home to your dear Orkhomenos. You’ll
need
no stronger craft, your own smashed to bits by the
angry sea,
never having come, if I remember, even to the Clashing
Rocks,
those doors no ship but the Argo has ever passed.’ I
frowned,
pretended to reflect, like a man who’s lost his thread.
And then:
‘However, it seems to me that you may have forgotten
something.
Who but Zeus could have brewed up this terrible
storm? Must we not
atone, disavow the intended sacrifice to Zeus of
Phrixos—
curse, these many years, of all the Akhaian isles, and mockery of all his justice? And was not the golden fleece your father’s — a prize he gave up to Aietes’ might,
forgetting
that gifts of the gods are loans? I am not a seer, of
course.
I may be wrong. On the other hand, if you served as
our pilots,
running no risk but the sea, who knows what peace
it might mean
for Phrixos’ ghost? This much seems sure: When winds
churn waves,
the god of the sky is aware of it. If we help you flee, against his will, it may be not even Athena can save her ship. — But the deathbed vow is yours, of course,
not ours.’
I spoke it gently, like a slow man thinking aloud. They
stared—
the sons of Phrixos — aghast. They knew well enough,
no doubt,
Aietes would not prove affable if we dared to steal that fleece. Young Melas spoke, when he found his voice.
‘Lord Jason,
be sure you can count on our help in any other trouble
but this!
Aietes is nobody’s fool, and anything but weak. He
claims
his father was the sun. You’d believe it, if ever you saw
him! His men
are numberless, and the fiercest warriors on earth. His
voice
is terrifying. He’s huge as the god of war. It will be no easy trick to snatch that fleece. It’s guarded, all
around,
by a serpent, deathless and unsleeping, a child of Hera
herself,
the mightiest beast in the world. Your scheme’s
impossible!’
The Argonauts paled at his words. Then Peleus spoke.
‘My friend,
if all you say is true, and the thing’s impossible, at least we might see this snake, as a tale for our
grandchildren.
And yet it may be, at the last minute, we may happen
to spot
some oversight in Aietes’ careful precautions. I say we look, then scurry if we must.’ At once all the
Argonauts
took heart. Mad Idas rolled up his eyes, all piety. ‘Men who make vows to the dying should try to fulfill
them, if it’s
convenient,’ he said. We laughed to prevent him from
more. I said:
‘It’s late. We’ll talk of this further tomorrow.’ The crew
agreed.
We slept, Peleus on watch, by my order, lest Phrixos’
sons
evade the promised discussion and leave us marooned.
At dawn
we persuaded them, sailed east. By dark we were passing
the isle
of Philyra. From there to the lands of the Bekheiri, the Sapeires, the Byzeres, travelling with all the speed the light wind gave. The last recess of the Black Sea
opened
and gave us a view of the lofty crags of the Caucasus, where Prometheus stood chained with fetters of bronze,
screaming,
an eagle feeding on his liver. We saw it in late
afternoon,
the eagle high above the ship in the yellow-green light.
It was near
the clouds, yet it made all the canvas quiver in the
wind as its wings
beat by. The long white feathers of its terrible wings
rose, fell,
like banks of highly polished oars. Soon after the
eagle passed,
we heard that scream again. Then again it passed
above us,
flying the same way it came. So Aietes would scream,
I swore,
and all his sycophants.
“Night fell, and after a time,
guided by Melas, we came in the dark to the estuary of Phasis, where the Black Sea ends. Then quickly we
lowered sail
and stowed the sail and yard in the mastcage, and
lowered the mast
beside them; then rowed directly to the river. It rolled in
foam
from bank to bank, pushed back by the Argo’s prow.
On the left,
the lofty Caucasus Mountains and the city of Aia; on
the right,
the plain of Ares and the sacred grove where the snake
kept watch