EXTRACT FROM I, MEDEA.
As she spoke, lights appeared ahead and moments later their source was
revealed. They emerged from the bushes into an ominously calm stillness, a
stillness charged with impending menace. Directly before them across clear
ground lay a cliff, dark against the night sky and rising to over three times
the height of a man. At its base was a grotto, lit either side of its entrance
by a burning brand placed on wall brackets less than an arm's length within.
They approached to find close before the entrance a blood-drenched table, a
wooden altar upon which rested an offering, the part-eaten remains of some
large but unidentifiable animal. The carcass glistened, still wet in the light
of the torches and they saw it was infested already by a myriad of small,
writhing, wriggling creatures.
Jason sensed Medea's apprehension. 'So it needs to eat,' he said as they
paused before the altar. 'If it needs to eat then it truly lives and can be
killed.'
'It is as I told you,' replied Medea, closing her eyes as she clutched his
arm, 'but of the few who avoided my father and got as far as this, none
survived to speak of it.'
'This may not be the best time to ask,' muttered Jason, 'but what happened
to them?'
'Two were seized and devoured by the creature and one escaped only to be
caught later and executed with some of his men. Others from their vessel were
condemned to the quarries where they were worked to death in chains.'
'I smell a foulness in the air,' said Jason. 'It was so with the Harpies
but this - this is -.'
'It is the stench of pure evil,' she cut in. 'It is an evil beyond anything
I ever knew.'
At the gloomy rear of the cavern Jason saw there had been placed upright a
dead tree. From one of its branches hung the object of his quest. 'So that's Aietes'
precious fleece,' he said, quietly. 'It's surely an ordinary sheepskin covered
in gold dust yet men have given their lives trying obtain it.' As they moved
closer he added, 'I don't see this so-called dragon yet.'
'No,' she whispered, 'you see nothing, but it sees us and it waits until we
attempt to flee. I know Hera watches over you but I call as well upon Hecate
because she is closer and knows the nature of beast.'
'Then here's to them both,' said Jason, handing her the torch while
levelling the spear to test its balance, 'but I hope well-sharpened bronze
might also come in useful.' He moved closer to peer inside the entrance but
Medea lowered her linen bag to the ground and remained where she was with the
torch held high and the fingers of her free hand raised to her mouth as she
murmured, 'Jason, I regret more with each breath that we ever came here!'