“Who is your master, fair maiden, that I should be afraid of him?” asked Theseus.

“Men call him Procrustes, or the Stretcher,” said the girl—­and she talked low and fast.  “He is a robber.  He brings hither all the strangers that he finds traveling through the mountains.  He puts them on his iron bed.  He robs them of all they have.  No one who comes into his house ever goes out again.”

“Why do they call him the Stretcher?  And what is that iron bed of his?” asked Theseus, in no wise alarmed.

“Did he not tell you that it fits all guests?” said the girl; “and most truly it does fit them.  For if a traveler is too long, Procrustes hews off his legs until he is of the right length; but if he is too short, as is the case with most guests, then he stretches his limbs and body with ropes until he is long enough.  It is for this reason that men call him the Stretcher.”

“Methinks that I have heard of this Stretcher before,” said Theseus; and then he remembered that some one at Eleusis had warned him to beware of the wily robber, Procrustes, who lurked in the glens of the Parnes peaks and lured travelers into his den.

“Hark! hark!” whispered the girl.  “I hear him coming!” And the vine leaves closed over her hiding-place.

The very next moment Procrustes stood in the door, bowing and smiling as though he had never done any harm to his fellow men.

“My dear young friend,” he said, “the bed is ready, and I will show you the way.  After you have taken a pleasant little nap, we will sit down at table, and you may tell me of the wonderful things which you have seen in the course of your travels.”

Theseus arose and followed his host; and when they had come into an inner chamber, there, surely enough, was the bedstead, of iron, very curiously wrought, and upon it a soft couch which seemed to invite him to lie down and rest.  But Theseus, peering about, saw the ax and the ropes with cunning pulleys lying hidden behind the curtains; and he saw, too, that the floor was covered with stains of blood.

“Now, my dear young friend,” said Procrustes, “I pray you to lie down and take your ease; for I know that you have traveled far and are faint from want of rest and sleep.  Lie down, and while sweet slumber overtakes you, I will have a care that no unseemly noise, nor buzzing fly, nor vexing gnat disturbs your dreams.”

“Is this your wonderful bed?” asked Theseus.

“It is,” answered Procrustes, “and you need but to lie down upon it, and it will fit you perfectly.”

“But you must lie upon it first,” said Theseus, “and let me see how it will fit itself to your stature.”

“Ah, no,” said Procrustes, “for then the spell would be broken,” and as he spoke his cheeks grew ashy pale.

“But I tell you, you must lie upon it,” said Theseus; and he seized the trembling man around the waist and threw him by force upon the bed.  And no sooner was he prone upon the couch than curious iron arms reached out and clasped his body in their embrace and held him down so that he could not move hand or foot.  The wretched man shrieked and cried for mercy; but Theseus stood over him and looked him straight in the eye.