Every step was dangerous. He used his two spears to keep from falling. Once he caught his foot in some rocks. Pulling it loose, he lost his sandal. Before he could stop, the water carried it away. "There goes my sandal," he cried. "It was all I had from my father." "Do not worry, Jason," the old lady said, smiling.

Every step was dangerous. He used his two spears to keep from falling. Once he caught his foot in some rocks. Pulling it loose, he lost his sandal. Before he could stop, the water carried it away. "There goes my sandal," he cried. "It was all I had from my father." "Do not worry, Jason," the old lady said, smiling.

Everything seemed strange. He was sure no one knew him. Yet everyone stared as he passed. Stopping a man, he asked, "Where is the palace? I must find the king." The man started to answer. Then he looked more closely at Jason. "Look at him!" he shouted. "Look at him. He wears only one sandal!"

everything seemed strange he was sure no one knew him yet everyone stared as he passed stopping a man he asked where is the palace i must find the king the man started to answer then he looked more closely at jason look at him he shouted look at him he wears only one sandal

"You are ready, Jason," said Chiron. "I think the gods will show you the way. Do not be afraid." Jason started the next morning. He wore a lion's skin over his shoulder. In each hand he carried a spear. On his feet were a pair of low shoes called sandals. Jason was proud of those sandals. His father had given them to him.

One day a tall, handsome young man came to see the king. While he was in the palace, he met Atalanta. He fell in love with her. He asked her to marry him. "Anyone who wants to marry me must first beat me in a race," said Atalanta. "If he loses, he is put to death. Surely you do not want to die. Why risk your life for me?"

When Jason grew up, he would become king. The bad uncle did not want Jason. "My own son shall be king," he said. "I will make sure he does. Jason must die." Jason's father found out what the evil brother wanted to do.

Jason did not answer. He kept walking. He traveled many miles. One day he came to a swift stream. "How can I get across?" he thought. "It's too deep to wade. It's too wide to swim." He stood on the bank thinking. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him. "Jason!" said the voice. He turned quickly.

Jason was a fine-looking young man. But even for those times, he looked strange. Young men did not wear lions' skins. So people stared at him as he passed. "Look," they said, "a fellow wearing a lion's skin. Who can he be? Where can he be going?"

Remember when he had both of his daughters do one that started with F? Yes. What was it?

So they went ashore. Straight to the king they went. He was surprised to see them. But he said, "Welcome, brave Jason. What brings you to our land?" "I have come for the Golden Fleece," Jason said. "I must have it to get my kingdom from my uncle." Now the king was proud of the Golden Fleece. He did not want to give it up. So he frowned at Jason.

Even as she was speaking, she began to change. Soon she was no longer an ugly old woman. She changed into a beautiful young girl. Jason stared at her. "Do not worry about your sandal," she went on. "Losing it was good luck. You have lost your sandal, but you have found a friend. The goddess Juno never forgets a kindness."

"You are ready, Jason," said Chiron. "I think the gods will show you the way. Do not be afraid." Jason started the next morning. He wore a lion's skin over his shoulder. In each hand he carried a spear. On his feet were a pair of low shoes called sandals. His father had given them to him.

He did not know this was his mother. All he could see was a large black bear growling at him. Raising his spear he started to fight it. Just at this moment Jupiter looked down. He saw what was happening. "Something must be done," he cried. "Arcas cannot kill his own mother!"

The people knew it. The king knew it. What was the evil king to do? "I must get rid of him," he said to himself. To Jason he said, "Who are you, young man? What do you want?" "My name is Jason," answered the boy. "I am the son of the real king of the country. I have come to claim the throne. It belongs to me."

Perseus did not stop to think. He wanted to do something for the king. He wanted to show he was brave. "I can do it!" he cried. "I'll kill the Gorgon! I'll bring back her head! If I don't, you will never see me again."