aim his bride.

Now before her father had thought of sacrificing her to the sea monster
he had offered Andromeda in marriage to a prince of Ethopia--to a
prince whose name was Phineus. Phineus did not strive to save
Andromeda. But, hearing that she had been delivered from the monster,
he came to take her for his wife; he came to Cepheus's palace, and he
brought with him a thousand armed men.

The palace of Cepheus was filled with armed men when Perseus entered
it. He saw Andromeda on a raised place in the hall. She was pale as
when she was chained to the rock, and when she saw him in the palace
she uttered a cry of gladness.

Cepheus, the craven king, would have let him who had come with the
armed bands take the maiden. Perseus came beside Andromeda and he made
his claim. Phineus spoke insolently to him, and then he urged one of
his captains to strike Perseus down. Many sprang forward to attack him.
Out of the bag Perseus drew Medusa's head. He held it before those who
were bringing strife into the hall. They were turned to stone. One of
Cepheus's men wished to defend Perseus: he struck at the captain who
had come near; his sword made a clanging sound as it struck this one
who had looked upon Medusa's head.

Perseus went from the land of Ethopia taking fair Andromeda with him.
They went into Greece, for he had thought of going to Argos, to the
country that his grandfather ruled over. At this very time Acrisius got
tidings of Danae, and her son, and he knew that they had not perished
on the waves of the sea. Fearful of the prophecy that told he would be
slain by his grandson and fearing that he would come to Argos to seek
him, Acrisius fled out of his country.

He came into Thessaly. Perseus and Andromeda were there. Now, one day
the old king was brought to games that were being celebrated in honor
of a dead hero. He was leaning on his staff, watching a youth throw a
metal disk, when something in that youth's appearance made him want to
watch him more closely. About him there was something of a being of the
upper air; it made Acrisius think of a brazen tower and of a daughter
whom he had shut up there.

He moved so that he might come nearer to the disk-thrower. But as he
left where he had been standing he came into the line of the thrown
disk. It struck the old man on the temple. He fell down dead, and as he
fell the people cried out his name--"Acrisius, King Acrisius!" Then
Perseus knew whom the disk, thrown by h