moon she issued forth alone, while all creatures slept; not a breath stirred the foliage, and all was still.  To the stars she addressed her incantations, and to the moon; to Hecate, [Footnote:  Hecate was a mysterious divinity sometimes identified with Diana and sometimes with Proserpine.  As Diana represents the moonlight splendor of night, so Hecate represents its darkness and terrors.  She was the goddess of sorcery and witchcraft, and was believed to wander by night along the earth, seen only by the dogs, whose barking told her approach.] the goddess of the underworld, and to Tellus the goddess of the earth, by whose power plants potent for enchantment are produced.  She invoked the gods of the woods and caverns, of mountains and valleys, of lakes and rivers, of winds and vapors.  While she spoke the stars shone brighter, and presently a chariot descended through the air, drawn by flying serpents.  She ascended it, and borne aloft made her way to distant regions, where potent plants grew which she knew how to select for her purpose.  Nine nights she employed in her search, and during that time came not within the doors of her palace nor under any roof, and shunned all intercourse with mortals.

She next erected two altars, the one to Hecate, the other to Hebe, the goddess of youth, and sacrificed a black sheep, pouring libations of milk and wine.  She implored Pluto and his stolen bride that they would not hasten to take the old man’s life.  Then she directed that Aeson should be led forth, and having thrown him into a deep sleep by a charm, had him laid on a bed of herbs, like one dead.  Jason and all others were kept away from the place, that no profane eyes might look upon her mysteries.  Then, with streaming hair, she thrice moved round the altars, dipped flaming twigs in the blood, and laid them thereon to burn.  Meanwhile the caldron with its contents was got ready.  In it she put magic herbs, with seeds and flowers of acrid juice, stones from the distant east, and sand from the shore of all-surrounding ocean; hoar frost, gathered by moonlight, a screech owl’s head and wings, and the entrails of a wolf.  She added fragments of the shells of tortoises, and the liver of stags,—­animals tenacious of life,—­ and the head and beak of a crow, that outlives nine generations of men.  These with many other things “without a name” she boiled together for her purposed work, stirring them up with a dry olive branch; and behold! the branch when taken out instantly became green, and before long was covered with leaves and a plentiful growth of young olives; and as the liquor boiled and bubbled, and sometimes ran over, the grass wherever the sprinklings fell shot forth with a verdure like that of spring.

Seeing that all was ready, Medea cut the throat of the old man and let out all his blood, and poured into his mouth and into his wound the juices of her caldron.  As soon as he had completely imbibed them, his hair and beard laid by their whiteness and assumed the blackness of youth; his paleness and emaciation were gone; his veins were full of blood, his limbs of vigor and robustness.  Aeson is amazed at himself, and remembers that such as he now is, he was in his youthful days, forty years before.