ar; for he cared
not to tell Teutamidas of the wrongs which he had done to Danae. So he
said, hastily, that he had fled from a great danger, for the warning
of Phoebus was that he should be slain by his daughter's son. And
Teutamidas said, "Has thy daughter yet another son?" And then Akrisios
was forced to own that he had fled from the hero, Perseus. But the
face of Teutamidas flushed with anger as he said, "O shame, that thou
shouldst flee from him who ought to be thy glory and thy pride!
Everywhere men speak of the goodness and the truth of Perseus, and I
will not believe that he bears thee a grudge for anything that thou
hast done to him. Nay, thou doest to him a more grievous wrong in
shunning him now than when thou didst cast him forth in his mother's
arms upon the angry sea." So he pleaded with Akrisios for Perseus,
until he spoke the word that Danae and her child might come to the
great games which were to be held on the plain before Larissa.

With shouts of "Io Paian" the youths and maidens went out before
Perseus as he passed from the city of Akrisios to go to Larissa, and
everywhere as he journeyed the people came forth from town and village
to greet the bright hero and the beautiful Andromeda, whom he had
saved from the Libyan dragon. Onwards they went, spreading gladness
everywhere, till the cold heart of Akrisios himself was touched with a
feeling of strange joy, as he saw the band of youths and maidens who
came before them to the house of Teutamidas. So once more his child
Danae stood before him, beautiful still, although the sorrows of
twenty years had dimmed the brightness of her eye, and the merry laugh
of her youth was gone. Once more he looked on the face of Perseus, and
he listened to the kindly greeting of the hero whom he had wronged in
the days of his helpless childhood. But he marveled yet more at the
beauty of Andromeda, and he thought within himself that throughout the
wide earth were none so fair as Perseus and the wife whom he had won
with the sword of Hermes.

Then, as they looked on the chiefs who strove together in the games,
the shouting of the crowd told at the end of each that Perseus was the
conqueror. At last they stood forth to see which should have most
strength of arm in hurling the quoit; and, when Perseus aimed at the
mark, the quoit swerved aside and smote Akrisios on the head, and the
warning of Phoebus Apollo was accomplished.

Great was the sorrow of Teutamidas and his peo