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“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.