“Why shall I do that?” asked Theseus.

“Listen, and I will tell you,” was the answer.  “There is a king in Eleusis whose name is Cercyon, and he is a great wrestler.  He makes every stranger who comes into the city wrestle with him; and such is the strength of his arms that when he has overcome a man he crushes the life out of his body.  Many travelers come to Eleusis, but no one ever goes away.”

“But I will both come and go away,” said Theseus; and with his club upon his shoulder, he strode onward into the sacred city.

“Where is Cercyon, the wrestler?” he asked of the warden at the gate.

“The king is dining in his marble palace,” was the answer.  “If you wish to save yourself, turn now and flee before he has heard of your coming.”

“Why should I flee?” asked Theseus.  “I am not afraid;” and he walked on through the narrow street to old Cercyon’s palace.

The king was sitting at his table, eating and drinking; and he grinned hideously as he thought of the many noble young men whose lives he had destroyed.  Theseus went up boldly to the door, and cried out: 

“Cercyon, come out and wrestle with me!”

“Ah!” said the king, “here comes another young fool whose days are numbered.  Fetch him in and let him dine with me; and after that he shall have his fill of wrestling.”

So Theseus was given a place at the table of the king, and the two sat there and ate and stared at each other, but spoke not a word.  And Cercyon, as he looked at the young man’s sharp eyes and his fair face and silken hair, had half a mind to bid him go in peace and seek not to test his strength and skill.  But when they had finished, Theseus arose and laid aside his sword and his sandals and his iron club, and stripped himself of his robes, and said: 

“Come now, Cercyon, if you are not afraid; come, and wrestle with me.”

Then the two went out into the courtyard where many a young man had met his fate, and there they wrestled until the sun went down, and neither could gain aught of advantage over the other.  But it was plain that the trained skill of Theseus would, in the end, win against the brute strength of Cercyon.  Then the men of Eleusis who stood watching the contest, saw the youth lift the giant king bodily into the air and hurl him headlong over his shoulder to the hard pavement beyond.

“As you have done to others, so will I do unto you!” cried Theseus.

But grim old Cercyon neither moved nor spoke; and when the youth turned his body over and looked into his cruel face, he saw that the life had quite gone out of him.

Then the people of Eleusis came to Theseus and wanted to make him their king.  “You have slain the tyrant who was the bane of Eleusis,” they said, “and we have heard how you have also rid the world of the giant robbers who were the terror of the land.  Come now and be our king; for we know that you will rule over us wisely and well.”