“And so bear off for his guerdon the unperishing coverlet,
Even the Fleece with golden-gleaming tassels beset.”
As he spake it, his saffron mantle did Jason cast aside,
And trusting in God he grappled with the task, and the rushing tide
Of flame played on him unquailing, for magic wrapped him round
By the spells of the sorceress-stranger. He seized the plough, and he bound
The bulls’ necks fast in the harness, he stabbed each strong-ribbed frame
With the merciless goad; and so to the end of the set task came
That stalwart hero. Aietes, in amazement’s agony,
Beholding the might of the stranger, gasped a wordless cry.