lution, they turned away their faces and, giving random blows, smote him with their weapons. Starting from his sleep, the old man cried out, "My daughters, would you kill your father?” Whereat their hearts failed them, and the weapons fell from their hands. Medea, however, struck the fatal blow. They placed him in the caldron, but, as might be expected, with no success. Medea herself had taken care to escape before they discovered the treachery. She had, however, little profit of the fruits of her crime. Jason, for whom she had sacrificed so much, put her away, for he wished to marry Creüsa, princess of Corinth. Whereupon Medea, enraged at his ingratitude, called on the gods for vengeance: then, sending a poisoned robe as a gift to the bride, killing her own children, and setting fire to the palace, she mounted her serpent-drawn chariot and fled to Athens. There she married King Ægeus, the father of Theseus; and we shall meet her again when we come to the adventures of that hero.1 The incantation of Medea readily suggests that of the witches in Macbeth: "Round about the caldron go; Root of hemlock digged in the dark."2 1 § 152. 2 Macbeth, Act IV, 1. Consult. CHAPTER XIX. THE FAMILY OF ÆTOLUS. § 148. The Calydonian Hunt.' - One of the heroes of the Argonautic expedition had been Meleager, a son of Eneus and Althæa, rulers of Calydon in Ætolia. His parents were cousins, descended from a son of Endymion named Ætolus, who had colonized that realm. By ties of kinship and marriage they were allied with many historic figures. Their daughter Dejanira had become, as we have already noted, the wife of Hercules; while Leda, the sister of Althæa, was mother of Castor and Pollux,3 and of Clytemnestra and Helen, intimately concerned in the Trojan War. When her son Meleager was born, Althea had beheld the three Destinies, who, as they spun their fatal thread, foretold that the life of the child should last no longer than a certain brand then burning upon the hearth. Althæa seized and quenched the brand, and carefully preserved it, while Meleager grew to boyhood, youth, and man's estate. It chanced, then, that Eneus, offering sacrifices to the gods, omitted to pay due honors to Diana; wherefore she, indignant at the neglect, sent a boar of enormous size to lay waste the fields of Calydon. Meleager called on the heroes of Greece to join in a hunt for the ravenous monster. Theseus and his friend Pirithoüs, Jason," Peleus, the father of Achilles, Telamon, the father of Ajax, Nestor, then a youth, but who in his age bore arms with Achilles and Ajax in the Trojan War, these and many 1 Ovid, Metam. 8: 260-546. 2 § 143. 3 §§ 165, 166. § 156. 5 § 145. more joined in the enterprise. With them came, also, Atalanta, the daughter of Iasius, Arcadian Atalanta, snowy-souled, Fair as the snow and footed as the wind.1 A buckle of polished gold confined her vest, an ivory quiver hung on her left shoulder, and her left hand bore the bow. Her face blended feminine beauty with the graces of martial youth. Meleager saw, and with chivalric reverence, somewhat thus addressed her : "For thy name's sake and awe toward thy chaste head, O holiest Atalanta! no man dares Praise thee, though fairer than whom all men praise, And godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair And holy habit of thine eyes, and feet That make the blown foam neither swift nor white, And for thy sake praiseworthiest from all men: : But there was no time then for love on to the hunt they pushed. To the hunt went, also, Plexippus and Toxeus, brothers of Queen Althæa, braggarts, envious of Meleager. Speedily the hunters drew near the monster's lair. They stretched strong nets from tree to tree; they uncoupled their dogs; they sought the footprints of their quarry in the grass. From the wood was a descent to marshy ground. Here the boar, as he lay among the reeds, heard the shouts of his pursuers, and rushed forth against them. One and another is thrown down and slain. Jason, Nestor, Telamon open the attack, but in vain. Then all abode save one, The Arcadian Atalanta: from her side Sprang her hounds, laboring at the leash, and slipped. And bristling with intolerable hair, Plunged, and the hounds clung, and green flowers and white It was a slight wound, but Meleager saw and joyfully proclaimed it. The attack was renewed. Peleus, Amphiaraüs, Theseus, Jason, hurled their lances. Ancæus was laid low by a mortal wound. But Meleager, Rock-rooted, fair with fierce and fastened lips, 1 From Swinburne's Atalanta in Calydon. Then rose a shout from those around; they glorified the conqueror, - crowded to touch his hand. But he, placing his foot upon the head of the slain boar, turned to Atalanta, and bestowed on her the head and the rough hide - trophies of his success. Thereat she laughed Lit with a low blush to the braided hair, Golden and godlike, chastely with chaste lips, A faint grave laugh; and all they held their peace, Saying all we were despoiled by this one girl?" And cast the fresh crown from her hair, and now And these being slain, None moved, nor spake.1 Of this fearful sequel to the hunt, Althea has heard nothing. As she bears thank-offering to the temples for the victory of her son, the bodies of her murdered brothers meet her sight. She shrieks, and beats her breast, and hastens to change the garments of joy for those of mourning. But when the author of the deed is known, grief gives way to the stern desire of vengeance on her son. The fatal brand, which the Destinies have linked with Meleager's life, she brings forth. She commands a fire to be prepared. Four times she essays to place the brand upon the pile; 1 From Swinburne's Atalanta in Calydon. |