of
Pelias mourning for their father, and she vowed a vow that Iason
should repent of his great treachery. But she hid her anger within her
heart, and her eye was bright and her voice was soft and gentle as she
spake to Iason and said, "They tell me that thou art to wed the
daughter of Kreon; I had not thought thus to lose the love for which I
left my father's house and came with thee to the land of strangers.
Yet do I chide thee not, for it may be that thou canst not love the
wise Kolchian maid like the soft daughters of the Argive land, and yet
thou knowest not altogether how I have loved thee. Go, then, and dwell
with Glauke, and I will send her a bright gift, so that thou mayest
not forget the days that are past."

So Iason went away, well pleased that Medeia had spoken to him gently
and upbraided him not, and presently his children came after him to
the house of Kreon, and said, "Father, we have brought a wreath for
Glauke, and a robe which Helios gave to our mother, Medeia, before she
came away with thee from the house of her father." Then Glauke came
forth eagerly to take the gifts, and she placed the glittering wreath
on her head, and wrapped the robe round her slender form. Like a
happy child, she looked into a mirror to watch the sparkling of the
jewels on her fair forehead, and sat down on the couch playing with
the folds of the robe of Helios. But soon a look of pain passed over
her face, and her eyes shone with a fiery light as she lifted her hand
to take the wreath away, but the will of Medeia was accomplished, for
the poison had eaten into her veins, and the robe clung with a deadly
grasp to her scorched and wasted limbs. Through the wide halls rang
the screams of her agony, as Kreon clasped his child in his arms. Then
sped the poison through his veins also, and Kreon died with Glauke.

Then Medeia went with her children to the house-top, and looked up to
the blue heaven, and stretching forth her arms, she said, "O Helios,
who didst give to me the wise and cunning heart, I have avenged me on
Iason, even as once I avenged him on Pelias. Thou hast given me thy
power; yet, it may be, I would rather have the life-long love of the
helpless daughters of men."

Presently her dragon chariot rose into the sky, and the people of
Argos saw the mighty Medeia no more.

THESEUS.

Many a long year ago a little child was playing on the white sand of
the Bay of Troizen. His golden locks streamed in the breeze as he