The Golden Fleece and The Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles - The Original Classic Edition. Padraic Colum
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Argonauts were not dismayed at the words of Amycus. One of them stepped toward the Bebrycians. He was Polydeuces, good at
boxing.
"Offer us no violence, king," said Polydeuces. "We are ready to obey the law that you have laid down. Willingly do I take up your
challenge, and I will box a bout with you."
The Argonauts cheered when they saw Polydeuces, the good boxer, step forward, and when they heard what he had to say. Amy-
cus turned and shouted to his followers, and one of them brought up two pairs of boxing gauntlets--of rough cowhide they were.
The Argonauts feared that Polydeuces' hands might have been made numb with pulling at the oar, and some of them went to him, and took his hands and rubbed them to make them supple; others took from off his shoulders his beautifully colored mantle.
Amycus straightway put on his gauntlets and threw off his [pg 41] mantle; he stood there amongst his followers with his great
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arms crossed, glowering at the Argonauts as a wild beast might glower. And when the two faced each other Amycus seemed like one of the Earth-born Men, dark and hugely shaped, while Helen's brother stood there light and beautiful. Polydeuces was like that star whose beams are lovely at evening-tide.
Like the wave that breaks over a ship and gives the sailors no respite Amycus came on at Polydeuces. He pushed in upon him, thinking to bear him down and overwhelm him. But as the skillful steersman keeps the ship from being overwhelmed by the mon-
strous wave, so Polydeuces, all skill and lightness, baffled the rushes of Amycus. At last Amycus, standing on the tips of his toes and
rising high above him, tried to bring down his great fist upon the head of Polydeuces. The hero swung aside and took the blow on
his shoulder. Then he struck his blow. It was a strong one, and under it the king of the Bebrycians staggered and fell down. "You see," said Polydeuces, "that we keep your law."
The Argonauts shouted, but the rude Bebrycians raised their clubs to rush upon them. Then would the heroes have been hard pressed, and forced, perhaps, to get back to the Argo. But suddenly Heracles appeared amongst them, coming up from the forest.
He carried a pine tree in his hands with all its branches still upon it, and seeing this mighty-statured man appear with the great tree in his hands, the Bebrycians hurried off, carrying their fallen [pg 42] king with them. Then the Argonauts gathered around Polydeuces, saluted him as their champion, and put a crown of victory upon his head. Heracles, meanwhile, lopped off the branches of the pine tree and began to fashion it into an oar.
The fires were lighted upon the shore, and the thoughts of all were turned to supper. Then young Hylas, who used to sit by Hera-
cles and keep bright the hero's arms and armor, took a bronze vessel and went to fetch water.
Never was there a boy so beautiful as young Hylas. He had golden curls that tumbled over his brow. He had deep blue eyes and
a face that smiled at every glance that was given him, at every word that was said to him. Now as he walked through the flowering
grasses, with his knees bare, and with the bright vessel swinging in his hand, he looked most lovely. Heracles had brought the boy with him from the country of the Dryopians; he would have him sit beside him on the bench of the Argo, and the ill humors that often came upon him would go at the words and the smile of Hylas.
Now the spring that Hylas was going toward was called Pegae, and it was haunted by the nymphs. They were dancing around it when they heard Hylas singing. They stole softly off to watch him. Hidden behind trees the nymphs saw the boy come near, and they felt such love for him that they thought they could never let him go from their sight.
They stole back to their spring, and they sank down below its clear surface. Then came Hylas singing a song that he had [pg 43]
heard from his mother. He bent down to the spring, and the brimming water flowed into the sounding bronze of the pitcher. Then
hands came out of the water. One of the nymphs caught Hylas by the elbow; another put her arms around his neck, another took
the hand that held the vessel of bronze. The pitcher sank down to the depths of the spring. The hands of the nymphs clasped Hylas tighter, tighter; the water bubbled around him as they drew him down. Down, down they drew him, and into the cold and glimmering cave where they live.
Hylas
There Hylas stayed. But although the nymphs kissed him and sang to him, and showed him lovely things, Hylas was not content to be there.
Where the Argonauts were the fires burned, the moon arose, and still Hylas did not return. Then they began to fear lest a wild
beast had destroyed the boy. One went to Heracles and told him that young Hylas had not come back, and that they were fearful for
him. Heracles flung down the pine tree that he was fashioning into an oar, and he dashed along the way that Hylas had gone as if a
gadfly were stinging him. "Hylas, Hylas," he cried. But Hylas, in the cold and glimmering cave that the nymphs had drawn him into,
did not hear the call of his friend Heracles.
All the Argonauts went searching, calling as they went through the island, "Hylas, Hylas, Hylas!" But only their own calls came
back to them. The morning star came up, and Tiphys, the steersman, called to them from the Argo. And when they [pg 44] came to the ship Tiphys told them that they would have to go aboard and make ready to sail from that place.
They called to Heracles, and Heracles at last came down to the ship. They spoke to him, saying that they would have to sail away.
Heracles would not go on board. "I will not leave this island," he said, "until I find young Hylas or learn what has happened to him."
Then Jason arose to give the command to depart. But before the words were said Telamon stood up and faced him. "Jason," he said angrily, "you do not bid Heracles come on board, and you would have the Argo leave without him. You would leave Heracles here so that he may not be with us on the quest where his glory might overshadow your glory, Jason."
Jason said no word, but he sat back on his bench with head bowed. And then, even as Telamon said these angry words, a strange
figure rose up out of the waves of the sea.
It was the figure of a man, wrinkled and old, with seaweed in his beard and his hair. There was a majesty about him, and the Argo-
nauts all knew that this was one of the immortals--he was Nereus, the ancient one of the sea.
"To Heracles, and to you, the rest of the Argonauts, I have a thing to say," said the ancient one, Nereus. "Know, first, that Hylas
has been taken by the nymphs who love him and who think to win his love, and that he will stay forever with them in their cold and glimmering cave. For Hylas seek no more. And to you, Heracles, I will say this: Go aboard the Argo again; the [pg 45] ship