And she drew the nail out gently; but she poured no ichor in; and instead the liquid fire spouted forth, like a stream of red-hot iron.  And Talus tried to leap up, crying, “You have betrayed me, false witch maiden!” But she lifted up her hands before him, and sang, till he sank beneath her spell.  And as he sank, his brazen limbs clanked heavily, and the earth groaned beneath his weight; and the liquid fire ran from his heel, like a stream of lava to the sea; and Medeia laughed, and called to the heroes, “Come ashore, and water your ship in peace.”

So they came, and found the giant lying dead; and they fell down, and kissed Medeia’s feet; and watered their ship, and took sheep and oxen, and so left that inhospitable shore.

At last, after many more adventures, they came to the Cape of Malea, at the southwest point of the Peloponnese.  And there they offered sacrifices, and Orpheus purged them from their guilt.  Then they rowed away again to the northward, past the Laconian shore, and came all worn and tired by Sunium, and up the long Euboean Strait, until they saw once more Pelion, and Aphetai, and Iolcos by the sea.

And they ran the ship ashore; but they had no strength left to haul her up the beach; and they crawled out on the pebbles, and sat down, and wept till they could weep no more.  For the houses and the trees were all altered; and all the faces which they saw were strange; and their joy was swallowed up in sorrow, while they thought of their youth, and all their labour, and the gallant comrades they had lost.

And the people crowded round, and asked them, “Who are you, that you sit weeping here?”

“We are the sons of your princes, who sailed out many a year ago.  We went to fetch the golden fleece; and we have brought it, and grief therewith.  Give us news of our fathers and our mothers, if any of them be left alive on earth.”

Then there was shouting and laughing, and weeping; and all the kings came to the shore, and they led away the heroes to their homes, and bewailed the valiant dead.

Then Jason went up with Medeia to the palace of his uncle Pelias.  And when he came in, Pelias sat by the hearth, crippled and blind with age; while opposite him sat AEson, Jason’s father, crippled and blind likewise; and the two old men’s heads shook together, as they tried to warm themselves before the fire.

And Jason fell down at his father’s knees, and wept, and called him by his name.  And the old man stretched his hands out, and felt him, and said:  “Do not mock me, young hero.  My son Jason is dead long ago at sea.”

“I am your own son Jason, whom you trusted to the Centaur upon Pelion; and I have brought home the golden fleece, and a princess of the Sun’s race for my bride.  So now give me up the kingdom, Pelias my uncle, and fulfil your promise as I have fulfilled mine.”

Then his father clung to him like a child, and wept, and would not let him go; and cried, “Now I shall not go down lonely to my grave.  Promise me never to leave me till I die.”