helped by Iolaus," said the
king, snapping out his words and looking at Heracles with shifting
eyes. "That labor cannot be allowed you."

Heracles would have struck him to the ground. But then he remembered
that the crime that he had committed in his madness would have to be
expiated by labors performed at the order of this man. He looked full
upon Eurystheus and he said, "Tell me of the other labors, and I will
go forth from Mycenae and accomplish them."

Then Eurystheus bade him go and make clean the stables of King Augeias.
Heracles came into that king's country. The smell from the stables was
felt for miles around. Countless herds of cattle and goats had been in
the stables for years, and because of the uncleanness and the smell
that came from it the crops were withered all around. Heracles told the
king that he would clean the stables if he were given one tenth of the
cattle and the goats for a reward.

The king agreed to this reward. Then Heracles drove the cattle and the
goats out of the stables; he broke through the foundations and he made
channels for the two rivers Alpheus and Peneius. The waters flowed
through the stables, and in a day all the uncleanness was washed away.
Then Heracles turned the rivers back into their own courses.

He was not given the reward he had bargained for, however.

He went back to Mycenae with the tale of how he had cleaned the stables.
"Ten labors remain for me to do now," he said.

"Eleven," said Eurystheus. "How can I allow the cleaning of King
Augeias's stables to you when you bargained for a reward for doing it?"

Then while Heracles stood still, holding himself back from striking
him, Eurystheus ran away and hid himself in the jar. Through his
heralds he sent word to Heracles, telling him what the other labors
would be.

He was to clear the marshes of Stymphalus of the maneating birds that
gathered there; he was to capture and bring to the king the
golden-horned deer of Coryneia; he was also to capture and bring alive
to Myceaae the boar of Erymanthus.

Heracles came to the marshes of Stymphalus. The growth of jungle was so
dense that he could not cut his way through to where the man-eating
birds were; they sat upon low bushes within the jungle, gorging
themselves upon the flesh they had carried there.

For days Heracles tried to hack his way through. He could not get to
where the birds were. Then, thinking he might not be able to accomplish
this labor, he sat upon