Medea. Kerry Greenwood
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the glance of that king sent a chill through my spine. He meant death to my lord. I stepped back to stand behind Jason's right shoulder, to show that he had a battle-friend, if only a fisherman.
'You have been fortunate,' said the bearlike king. 'You have met a goddess, for who else would have contrived that you should enter the city of Iolkos, in front of so many witnesses, with but one sandal, as the oracle foretold? Welcome, Jason, son of Aison,' said Pheres, and Jason bowed, the same graceful bow he had been taught by Cheiron.
'I acknowledge that you are Jason,' Pelias' words were forced through clenched teeth. 'What would you do, son of Aison, if you were king, and a stranger appeared who was destined to kill you?'
'I'd send him on a journey,' said Jason. 'To prove his rightful claim. I'd send him…' he paused for thought. I held my breath and so did the watchers. 'I'd send him to recover the Golden Fleece.'
'Done,' snapped Pelias.
I bit back a cry. That journey was perilous beyond belief. There was very little chance that the son of Aison, much less a net-man's son, could accomplish it, and we could never manage it alone.
'I will give you a ship, made by Argos, the best shipwright in Achaea, who stands beside you. I will give you a crew if you cannot find your own,' said Pelias. 'There is something I want you to do for me, and for Iolkos.'
'Uncle?' asked Jason, innocently, and I heard Pelias' breath hiss as this stranger claimed kinship with him.
'There is a curse,' began the Usurper.
The man beside me, knotted like an old tree by hard labour, nodded sagely and muttered, 'Ah, he's going to ask about the ghost.'
'Ghost?' I whispered.
The man had time to reply, 'Ay, boy, the ghost of Phrixos,' before Pelias announced, 'There have been apparitions of late.
'Phrixos, my glorious ancestor, died in far Colchis, and does not rest. Eight nights I have seen him, still in his bronze armour. He mouths but cannot speak. He wishes for burial in the land of his own birth. You shall fetch me not only the Golden Fleece but the bones of Phrixos. Then, young man, I will give you the throne, for I am old and the crown is a burden to my head.'
The crowd cheered. The kings laughed and agreed that it was a good judgement. Even the sacrificial bull dipped his head and lowed. Jason smiled his heart-stopping smile and the procession formed up for Poseidon's temple, with the fate of the disturbing and ominous monosandalos settled.
I felt ill. I walked along the quay and up into the town, listening to Jason talk about his ship to the gnarled man, Argos, the best shipbuilder in the whole of Achaea.
I did not think we could possibly succeed.
Then again, I cheered myself, the building would take months, long past the sailing season. We would be in Iolkos for some time. I could see my parents again, my brothers, and I could reacquaint myself with the skills of handling a small boat. Then I might be of some use to the hero on his quest, before I was lost in the endless ocean between Iolkos and Colchis, beyond the Hellespont.
I had underestimated the skill of Argos and his workers. I had also underestimated the fascination which the quest would hold for all the heroes who heard of it. As they were felling the trees to make Argo's hull, the word went out, and men of renown began riding into Iolkos, to lodge with Pelias at his expense and greatly to his displeasure. He did not dare object, as he had sworn before his neighbouring kings that he would pay for the cost of the expedition; but it did not make him like Jason any better.
We heard the fist comers before they appeared.
Iolkos' market is situated on and around the road, which passes through the middle. We have traders and sellers of every kind of food and drink - though, of course, we principally sell produce, sea-weed for fires, murex shells for dye, fish for food. The excellence of Iolkos' fish and diversity of its produce bring many traders with bread, flour, oil and cloth to trade. The market-place is always busy. There are women selling wine; men selling fish; net-weavers; spinners; and a constant cast of truant boys called by their mothers for some undone domestic task; lounging youths who have escaped their lord for an hour or so, leering after the girls and making satirical remarks and rude songs; and restless fishermen who know that for another day they dare not venture to wet an oar, not even as far as Skiathos.
After which they join the others at the tavern and order wine to assuage their disappointment. I found my father at this tavern, and he embraced me. He felt strong, as he always had, though we were of height now. He stared into my eyes, kissed my forehead in token of welcome and ordered me some wine.
'Nauplios, my dear son, you've come back, and your lord is embarking on a lunatic expedition. I suppose that you have to go?' I nodded. It had never occurred to me that Jason might go on a quest without me.
'Then spend the time wisely, my son,' said my father. He filled my cup to the brim and bade me drink. 'Come out with the boats, boy, we could use your hands. Always were a neat child with a net, and a strong one. Ah, Nauplios, I don't want to lose you again. You've heard about your brothers?'
I nodded. My two brothers had been lost, drowned, taken by Poseidon, on the same day. They had died together as they had lived together, and they lay in the same grave, as a merciful current had brought the bodies ashore. They had been mourned, and the correct libations had been poured and nothing remained of them but two intertwined locks of hair which my mother wore in her breast. This tragedy was four years gone, though I had not heard of it at the time. My father had one other son, a child of three years old, conceived to comfort my mother.
My father was aging and did not want to lose me. I did not want to be lost. But I was going with Jason. I was bound by an oath I had sworn when I first came up the mountain. I swore that I would not leave him until he was king of Iolkos, and I would not break my word.
It was a relief when we were distracted by two voices: one loud, one soft but steely. Two riders came into the market, arguing. I put down my wine cup as listened to them.
'And I say that with Idas on his side, the venture cannot fail!' shouted the first rider. He was of middle-size, dressed in a leather hunting tunic and leggings.
'And I say that you are the most pompous, over-loud donkey in Achaea, and I am ashamed to be your brother,' said the other middle-sized rider, also clad in a leather tunic.
Both men had shocks of curly chestnut hair. They were twins, identical in every respect except that of temperament. market woman directed them to the palace of Pelias.
The heroes were filtering through the countryside to join the crew of Argo. The next arrived in a group, such huge men that the market was amazed, until a fisherwoman called out, 'Look at the size of him! He'd have a phallus like an oar. I tell you, sisters; he's not putting that thing anywhere near me,' and they all laughed.
The heroes named themselves as: Oileus of Locris; Telamon, son of Aiakos; Ancaeas the Strong of Tegea, son of Poseidon; Erginos, with a knot of prematurely grey hair (the fisherwomen had a lot to say about which vices had bleached his hair so young); and Clytios, a bowman and runner, who looked like a child beside the bronze-clad Titans.
As the planks were cut and the keel of the Argo laid, I went fishing with my father, learning again the skill of managing a small boat. I had forgotten much. My mind did not remember, but sometimes my hands did. I was trying to tie a particular knot, one hot day as we lay on a sea which rocked like a cradle. The rope twisted in my grip and would not cooperate, so I closed my eyes and let my fingers work, and opened them to see the correct flat reef for securing the net.
My father said, 'Ah, Nauplios, Poseidon has not let you forget that you are a fisherman,' and embraced me.
Every day as we came in, dragging our heavy nets ashore, there were more heroes in Pelias' palace. Jason announced the names to me as I hefted a creel filled with shining shells through the loose sand. It was so heavy that I sank to the calf at every step.
'Tiphys has come to be our helmsman, Nauplios. They say he's the most beautiful man in Achaea. And Authalides to be our herald; the famous