His smile, rare enough, was singularly
sweet.
"I don't think about it," he said. "It is best not to when anything is
disagreeable."
"Cheiron and I often tell one another things like that."
"Cheiron--who is Cheiron?" he asked.
This seemed a superfluous question to Halcyone.
"The Professor, of course. He is just like the picture in my 'Heroes,'"
she answered, "and I often pretend we are in the cave on Pelion. I
thought you would perhaps be like one of the others since you were his
pupil, too, but I cannot find which. You are not Heracles--because you
have none of those great muscles--or AEneas or Peleus. Are--are you Jason
himself, perhaps--" and her voice sounded glad with discovery. "We do
not know, he may not have had a Greek face."
John Derringham laughed. "Jason who led the Argonauts to find the Golden
Fleece--it is a good omen. Would you help me to find the Golden Fleece
if you could?"
"Yes, I would, if you were good and true--but the end of the story was
sad because Jason was not."
"How must I be good and true then? I thought Jason was a straight enough
sort of a fellow and that it was Medea who brought all the
trouble--Medea, the woman.
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