The final part of Jason and Medea is action packed. Jason must drive fierce bulls to plough Ares’ field, fight off an army of skeleton men, and take the Golden Fleece from the cave guarded by a dragon. Will the beautiful witch Medea help him? Will he keep his promises to her?
There is an postscript. The Greek writer, Euripides, penned a famous drama entitled Medea. He gave the tale a gory ending. But some people think Euripides made up his violent finale to slander the non-Greek Medea. We give the story our own twist in the final scene.

When the sun revealed the bright day at dawn We gathered on Ares field. The bulls snorted, they would not be thwarted, And to the yoke they would not yield.
The crowd waited. My hero hesitated. He did not hasten in. But I knew he had bathed in the lotion I gave, I saw it from his gleaming skin.
My father sneered “The Greek is Weak!” The Riff-Raff jeered at his fear, And the Argonauts resembled, schoolboys that trembled, At a teacher that pulled their ears.
Then Jason took a running jump Over the fence – he was in. The bulls snorted, they would not be thwarted, Let the battle begin.
Achilles himself could not match that dash, You should have seen the strength of the boy He broke the bulls in, he yoked them in. He fought like a hero of Troy.
But it was me of course, who was the cause of his force, The people had no notion, That the king’s daughter had brought to Jason Strength in a magic potion.
It was an amazing sight to see the bulls plough, The black earth that knew no pity. Their heavy hooves plodded the clods, Beneath the walls of the city.
Then Jason took a tooth, and threw it in the groove It came from the mouth of a beast. The beast that guarded the golden fleece The dragon beast of the East.
And another he sowed, in the earth’s fold And another sunk into the ground. And straight up they grew, into a deathly crew The skeletons stood all around.
The bones of the attackers, clattered and spattered, No doubt they were dealing in death. The horror he fought like a hero ought, With all the breath he had left.
And at last he cast a glance at my eyes And he recalled the advice I had given. He bended low to pick up a stone And hurled it at the bulls he had driven.
And in a rage they engaged the army of death The bulls tore them apart. The skeleton men, were scattered again All by the cunning of my art !
Now Jason claimed, from the king who had disdained him, The prize of the Golden Fleece. And the Argonauts shouted, “The enemy’s routed We Claim the Fleece for Greece !”
But loosing is for losers, not for my Dad, The king would not make peace. “This upstart Greek has a terrible cheek, “To claim the fleece for Greece.”
And his guards thundered, and seeing they were outnumbered, The Argonauts slipped back to their boat And the king of Colchis kissed by the gods Had shamed our name by his gloat.
And full of indignation at the shame of our nation To my father now I lied. “I have an ache in my head, I am returning to bed.” And my lie was justified.
Then stealing stealthily down to the sea By the path I knew as a child, I found the forbidden boat hidden In a place that was dark and wild.
And having hastened to Jason, I told him my plan. He said “The Dragon’s Horrific.” Never mind, I said, I’ll put him to bed, With my drugs that are soporific.
My sleepy pharmacy I’ll slip into the stream. It is a powerful draught And when the dragon drinks, into sleep he sinks I’m a witch who knows her craft.
And now at last, he took me in his arms, And this is what he said,
“Medea, my dear, you have no peer, Back in Greece we shall wed.”
“Sail with me, across the wine dark sea, In my ship as swift as a thought. By the Lady of Olympus, Hera the Lovely I’ll marry you like I ought.”
I was so naive, I was ready to believe How I ached with fever ! A man like this a woman would kiss, And never leave her.
What a fool, I was, to lose my cool , And to be taken in by lies A whirling, swirling, girly girl. The sort I despise.
And so that night, but the treacherous moon I drugged the dragon’s spring. And I put to bed, his terrible head, That snorted with fiery rings.
And past those paws with fearsome claws, Past the beast that slept My beautiful boy, played my ploy, And into the cave he crept.
Who dares take the prize from Ares? Who dares steal the fleece? Only an upstart Greek would seek, To claim the fleece for Greece.
Oh how the gold glittered, Oh how it shone ! Like a star of heavenly light. That woolly wonder of the Eastern world Lit up the darkened night.
Like far off Pharos, the lighthouse of Egypt It was a fiery illumination But it was a pity, that seen from the city, It caused a sensation.
Aeetes, my father, the king of Colchis, Told his trumpets to blare And they manned the boats, every ship that could float, And revenge they did swear.
For it was not just the fleece, that the pirates claimed for Greece But the daughter of the king they took. And my father faced, a shameful disgrace, An insult he would never brook.
And the Argonauts rowed, but their ship was slowed By the weight of the gold within. For Argo carried, the war god’s cargo The fleece that glittered like sin.
And the Georgian navy flew across the waves Like the steeds of the Sea-God Poseidon And I must find a plan, as best I can, I knew an island that we could hide on.
And my cunning plot, I revealed to Jason But I held back from him my worst We set a trap, an ambush to attack The soldiers that landed first.
And the first was no other, than my own dear brother I shot him with a golden cross bow. And with gory glee, we threw his body in the sea And swiftly away we did row.
Now if my father had a heart, it was hard to see, But he stopped to pick up his heir. And in this way, his chase was delayed In war what plot is not fair?
And we crossed the seas, to the island of my aunt The wondrous witch called Circe And I begged her for the spell, which she knew well To make my father show mercy.
And seeing her niece plead on her knees This is what Circe said. “You, a woman, have given all to a man And yet, you are not even wed?”
“Jason my boy, become a man Now do not falter. You have lit the fire, of a fine woman’s desire Marry my niece on this alter”.
And now at last, with eyes downcast The liar spoke the truth. “Yes it’s true that I swore, but that was before I had seen the awful proof.”
“This lady’s no mere witch, she’s a frightful witch She cut up her brother with a knife. My life she saved, but her family she betrayed, Her soul with sin is rife.” “Do I deserve this harridan harpy? Zeus ! How she carries on Such curses she utters, the words of the gutter Should I marry such a one?”
“Yes, I betrayed, but what a price I paid ! Do you not see how I feel? All my sinning gave us a beginning In blood our love we sealed.”
“Zeus she’s mad, I never asked her to be bad !” “How can you say that you liar? You were obsessed by that Fleece, you wanted it for Greece, And for you I went through fire.”
Now this domestic fight, could have carried on all night But Circe settled it soon “Listen my dears, Aeetes’ army is near Their ships lie in the lagoon.”
“So see here Jason, you pathetic man, Medea saved your life. If you need my spell, that works magic well Make my niece your wife.”
And Jason in his woe, trembled like a doe He knew is number was up A woman must marry him, or an army would harry him. We both drank from the wedding cup
And later that day the army lost its way Circe’s spell worked well. And now I was a queen, I was happier than I had ever been One day in his palace I would dwell.
And Circe sent us sailing across the sea With a fair wind to Greece And Jason brought me, his beautiful trophy And soon forgot the fleece.
I forgot my malice, when I lived in his palace, I gave him some wonderful kids. I never grew frumpy, but at times I was grumpy And said what custom forbids.
I let people know, that I was the real show I said more than I ought. I let slip the story, of my part in his glory Of how the fleece was brought.
And like a true man, Jason began To allow his eyes to wander And soon he found, a princess who was bound To make his heart grow fonder.
And when I gave him a piece of my mind He had no need for force. The court granted his escape from me It was divorce of course.
He gave my name, a scandalous fame Then there was that dreadful drama. As for the rest, don’t believe the press. By then I had grown much calmer.
There’s no need to believe Euripides, Literature is all lies. Yes, his play is called Medea, a name men should fear, But revenge comes in many a guise.
The gods sent me, a chariot with wings And I flew away from Greece. To the land of Colchis, kissed by the gods, And with me I took the fleece.
And that was the fourth and final part of Jason and Medea written for Storynory by Bertie, and read by Richard Scott, and me, Natasha Gostwick. Our production features the Music of Gabriella Burnell and the illustrations of Nick Hayes. Do drop by at Storynory.com for the full effect !
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For now from me Natasha, and from me Richard, Goodbye
read by Natasha in voice of Medea – but with bits later on by Richard who will speak Jason’s voice when he argues with Medea.
Summary :
Jason has super-human strength from the magic lotion given to him by Medea. He yokes the bulls and sews the field of Ares. He sows the dragon’s teeth into the earth. Skeleton men spring up from the earth to fight him, but he throws a stone at the bulls and they charge and scatter the skeletons.
Jason claims the fleece from Aeetes. Aeetes refuses. Medea slips down to the boats and tells Jason that she will drug the dragon that guards the fleece. Jason promises to take her back to Greece and marry her. She puts the dragon to sleep and Jason steals the fleece from the dragon’s cave. Medea and the Argonauts sail away but the shining fleece lights up the sky. Aeetes sees it and his navy chases the Argo. Jason and Medea stop at an island where they ambush Aeetes son and kill him. They throw his body in the sea and Aeetes is held up while he picks up the body.
They sail to the island of Medea’s aunt, the witch Circe. They ask her for a spell to put off the persuing army. Circe will only grant the spell if Jason will marry Medea. Jason says that he does not want to marry a woman who would murder her own brother. They start to argue. But when Aeetes army is near he gives in and marries her.
They return to Greece and Medea gives him two children. Jason divorces her and marries another woman. Medea tells us that we should not believe the playwright Euripides who told lies about her. She did take her revenge but it was not like they said in the drama. She flew back to Colchis in a magic Chariot and took the fleece with her.

Read by Natasha Gostwick. Pictures by Nick Hayes. Music by Gabriella Burnel. Words by Bertie.