away from them. Like them, he was dressed in a knee-length chiton and a short mantle draped over one shoulder. He carried a small leather pouch and a bronze spear. A knife was tucked into his girdle. He had dark, curly hair that was in need of cutting. His cheeks were youthfully smooth. His features were well defined, with prominent cheekbones, a high forehead, a sharp nose and a slightly squared chin. His eyes were dark and his mouth had a proud, stubborn look about it.
'I did not wish to come into your camp and take you unaware,' said the young man, 'so I gave warning of my presence. As you see, I am alone and mean no harm.'
'Come forward, then,' said Delaney. 'If you are hungry, we still have some food left.'
The young man stepped forward and they could not help but notice that he wore only one sandal.
'The price of doing someone a good turn,' he explained, noticing their gaze and glancing down at his unshod foot. 'I was carrying a poor old woman across the river on my back. She would have been drowned for certain on her own; the current is swift and she was too frail to have stood against it. My foot became caught between two stones halfway across. While I struggled to free it, the strap upon my sandal broke. With the old woman on my back, I could not have tried to catch it before it was swept away. Faced with a choice between the loss of an old woman or a sandal, I chose to lose the sandal. The proper choice to make, I think, if not the most convenient one.'
He dropped his spear on the ground and sat down beside them. 'I will trade you figs for fish,' he said, opening his leather pouch and passing them several fruits. 'I am Jason, son of Aeson, rightful king of Iolchos. I am on my journey home to claim my birthright.' He said this as casually as if he had been remarking upon the weather. 'I am called Fabius,' said Delaney. 'And these are my friends and traveling companions, Creon and Atalanta. We travel to Iolchos, also.'
'Excellent,' said Jason. 'We shall all go together, then.' It did not seem to occur to him they might not want to all go together. He simply accepted it as a matter of course.
'I heard Pelias is king in Iolchos,' Andre said, to see how Jason would react.
'The throne does not belong to him,' said Jason, his mouth full of fish. He spat out several bones, 'He took it from my father and now I will come and take it back from him.'
'All by yourself?' said Steiger.
'It is mine by right,' said Jason, simply.
'Pelias might not see it that way,' Steiger said.
'It matters not how Pelias might see it,' Jason said, masticating furiously. 'The kingdom is mine to claim and claim it I shall.'
'But what if Pelias disputes your claim?' said Andre.
'Then I will have to challenge him. I do not wish to do this, so I intend to ask him to step down of his own free will. He will have to see that right is on my side and so I must prevail.'
Delaney rolled his eyes.
'You would not, by any chance, have any spare sandals with you?' Jason said. 'No? Worse luck. It means I shall have to enter Iolchos looking like a beggar who cannot even afford two sandals. Not a very good beginning for a king. Still, perhaps it is an omen. One can never tell about such things. The whims of the gods are strange.'
'Have you ever met a god? asked Steiger, smiling at Andre.
'Not knowingly,' said Jason. 'It is said gods often take human form to mingle with us mortals. If I have ever encountered any, I do not know of it. Of course, there is Hercules, who is said to be the son of Zeus, or so claims his mother, Alcmene.' He shrugged. 'One never truly knows about such things. Hercules does have strength greater than that of mortal men, so perhaps he is a demigod, indeed. I do not give much thought to such matters.' He finished eating and wiped his hands on his bare legs. 'Time to travel on,' he said, putting himself in charge of their expedition as if it were the natural order of things. 'Soon, we shall enter Iolchos and I shall meet my destiny.'
He set off in the vanguard of their small troop, walking quickly and purposefully with his shoulders squared and his head held high, as if he were a general leading a victorious army into a vanquished city.
'What do you make of this boy?' Steiger asked Delaney quietly, so that Jason would not hear.
Delaney shrugged. 'He's either a fool or the most complete innocent I've ever met. If that's what comes of Chiron's teaching, I'd hate to see his other pupils.'
'Well, if there's any truth to the legend,' Andre said, 'we'll be meeting a lot more of them before too long. So far, things seem to be happening according to the story.'
'Except for us,' said Delaney.
'I'm not sure he even knows we're here,' said Steiger, indicating Jason up ahead.
Jason marched ahead of them without a backward glance, supremely confident in his ability to lead. He was in excellent condition and he set a good pace, devoting his energies to walking and sparing no effort for idle conversation as they went. He seemed a remarkably self-contained young man. His bearing reflected his assumption that he was destined for greatness.
They arrived in Iolchos late in the afternoon and Jason made his way directly to the palace. At least, he must have assumed it was the palace because it was the largest building in the city, which was small in spite of the grandeur of its architecture. In fact, it turned out to be the Temple of Poseidon, but it served just as well because King Pelias was there, preparing to sacrifice a bull to the sea god. A crowd had gathered at the foot of the temple steps.
Jason ploughed through the crowd as if he were an icebreaker crashing through a frozen sea, shouting, 'Make way for the true king!'
People stared in amazement at the presumptuous youth who dared to shout such words in the hearing of King Pelias, who turned frowning from the carcass of the bull, a bloody knife held in his hand. Soldiers immediately started down the steps to intercept Jason, but at that moment, the king's high priest saw he was wearing only one sandal and he held the soldiers back.
'Wait!'
'It's the man with one sandal!' said the captain of the guard. 'The one the prophecy spoke of. Why not just kill him and have done with it?'
'No,' the high priest said in a low voice. 'How do we know that killing him will not somehow fulfill the prophecy? If, in killing him, we set in motion events which would lead to Pelias losing the throne, then he would indeed lose his kingdom to this stranger, though he be dead. The gods can be capricious in their whims. The conditions of the prophecy must be fulfilled without risking the throne.'
'But how?' the captain asked. 'It does not seem possible!'
'To a clever man, everything is possible,' said the high priest. He turned to Jason. 'Who dares profane the sacrifice?' he demanded as Jason started up the steps. 'Who are you?'
'I am Jason, son of Aeson, rightful king of Iolchos. I have come to claim what is mine by birthright.'
'Oh, brother,' said Delaney. Beside him, standing at the foot of the stone steps leading up to the temple, a soldier groaned miserably.
'Oh, cruel gods,' the soldier said, 'that I should lose all for want of having stopped a foolish boy!'
'Lose all?' said Andre.
'Like as not my life as well,' the soldier said, morosely. 'Pelias heard a prophecy from the Oracle of Delphi that he would lose his kingdom to a man who came to him wearing but one sandal. I was charged to keep a supply of sandals ready to hand out at the palace entrance and to make certain no such man came into the presence of the king. Months spent with my eyes cast down, inspecting the feet of all who came to the palace seeking an audience with the king and now this wanton youth beards him at the temple! The gods must hate me!'
Pelias was staring intently at Jason, who returned his gaze confidently, as if daring him to deny his claim. 'My brother, Aeson, is dead,' said Pelias, 'and his son with him.'
'His son stands before you, very much alive,' said Jason. 'Look well on my face and tell me that you do not see my father.'
Pelias seemed to consider. 'Yes,' he said at last, 'there is a similarity, but that alone proves nothing. I could as easily find a dozen boys of the right age in this city who could make the same claim based upon a chance resemblance.'
He smiled and gazed out at the crowd, the compassionate and understanding king taking great pains to be patient with a mad boy. When he spoke, his tone was condescending and more that a little ironic.
'You understand, surely, that as king I have great responsibilities. I must consider the welfare of the people. I
