Medea the Witch by Dora Benley

Medea the Witch by Dora Benley

Author:Dora Benley [Benley, Dora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B071JMNJL8
Publisher: Edward Ware Thrillers YA, an imprint of Cheops Books, LLC
Published: 2017-06-04T07:00:00+00:00


“My mother!” Jason said. “Keep her name out of your foul mouth, fiend, whoever you are.”

The singer continued:

“...Saw Pelias holding out a dagger for her soft hands.

“And it seemed so cruel for hands so white which had never touched

“Anything more fierce and sharp than a spinning wheel as she spun her husband’s clothes, “That Aeson, virtuous among men.

“Pelias said to her, ‘Lovely sister, if you will but give me your

“‘Hand and be my wife, I shall make you the richest of women.

“‘But if you cling to your dead husband and a shade,

“‘Dust will be your dinner and the dogs of Iolkos your winding sheet.’

“But Polymele, peerless woman, replied to Pelias as the gods prompted her:

“‘You who should be my brother and not my husband know not the manners to treat a

“‘Sister.

“‘You who should be my solace and my shepherd’s rod to lean on in my sore grief, are its

“‘Very cause and source.

“‘Alas! I am a woman friendless and alone who wanders the world and finds no port.

“‘Even like to a ship, storm-tossed,

“‘Where mariners bow low to their oars in the fierce wind like mighty trees bowing on the

“‘Mountaintops. Until all their

“‘Might is exhausted they strain at the oars and come within sight

“‘Of a harbor, calm and vast, knowing that only a little more

“‘Strength will carry them home. But when they have almost reached her,

“‘A kingly wave, spirited by the wrath of some demon, overtakes them

“‘And crashes them on the rocks. Even so am I, and my life

“‘Has reached its end.’”

“Speaking brave words, Polymele, widowed Queen, took the knife and cut off the

“Thread of her life.

“But Pelias, son of Poseidon, seeing she had but a short while to see the light,

“Took her infant son, Promachus, son of Aeson his brother, by the heels and swung

“Him round.

“Heeding not the cries of the child, his nephew, he bashed out his brains on the floor

“Of the Palace, many-halled,

“And cried out to the dying Queen, ‘Here is the reward that your virtue reaps!’”



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