Fairy Tale: Jason And The Argonauts
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Title:The title of thes story is Jason and the Argonauts.
Speaker: My name is Joe Grant and
Moral: this is a story about courageous men accomplishing courageous feats.
Introduction:
1.) Title of Fairy Tale: Jason and the Argonauts
2.) Author: is a Greek myth.
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Jason wants to claim his rightful place on the throne but
2nd: he has to go on a journey to get the Golden Fleece to do so.
3rd: Of course, he cant just journey to get the fleece, he has to make
the journey home too.
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Jason and the Argonauts
Body:
1.) Narrative beginning:
Jason was the son of King Aeson of
Iolcus and rightful heir to the throne. But before Jason was
born, King Aesons half brother, Pelias, had overthrown the
king and imprisoned him.
Jasons mother pretended that her son had died at birth.
And she took him away secretly to be brought up by Chiron the centaur, a creature who was half horse and half man. If King Pelias had known of Jasons existence, he would surely have put the boy to death.
Even though Pelias knew nothing of Jason, he could not rest. For an oracle had warned him that he would be killed by a relative and that he must guard against a man wearing one sandal.
Many years later, a handsome young man with curly, golden hair came walking into the marketplace at Iolcus. He was wearing a leopards skin and only one sandal. He had lost the other while carrying an old woman across a river.
When King Pelias saw the tall stranger with one sandal, he was instantly afraid. Surely he was the man about whom the oracle had
warned Pelias.
“What is your name?” said King Pelias. “And why have you
come to my kingdom?”
“I am called Jason,” said the stranger. “I have come to claim the
throne, for my father is your half brother, and I am the rightful king of
this land. I do not wish to quarrel with you. You may keep all the riches
of the kingdom, but I must have the title of king, for it belongs to me.”
King Pelias thought quickly and said, “I shall not quarrel with you. The throne shall soon be yours. But first you must do one thing. Bring back the Golden Fleece from the kingdom of Colchis. It hangs on a tree there and is guarded by a dragon that never sleeps. This rams fleece of gold belongs to our kingdom, and only a strong, fearless man like you can recover it. When you return with it, I shall yield my throne.”
King Pelias was sure that nobody could survive such a
dangerous quest, but Jason did not know this. “What a fine adventure it
will be,” said Jason. “I accept the challenge gladly. I shall choose a
group of brave young heroes and have a sturdy ship constructed at
once.”
Jason asked Argus, a master shipbuilder, to build him a great
ship with fifty oars. Then he sent envoys to every palace in Greece, asking for volunteers to help capture the Golden Fleece. The ship was
called the Argo, and the fifty volunteers, called Argonauts, included such as Heracles and Orpheus.
As the group rowed away, Jason, the leader, prayed to Zeus to bless the dangerous journey. The strong Argonauts pulled their oars,
and the ship sped through the waves.
After a while, Heracles called out, “Let us have a contest to see which of us can row the longest.”
“Agreed!” cried the others, and they rowed for many long hours until, one by one, they grew tired and had to give up. Only Jason and Heracles continued. Finally Jason fainted from overexertion, and Heracles oar broke in two.
The Argonauts pulled their boat onto a sandbar in a river so that they could rest. And Hylas, Heracles squire, went ashore to find drinking water. A long time passed, and he did not return. Heracles went ashore and ran through the forest, calling his squires name, but he could not find him. A water nymph who had fallen in love with Hylas had pulled him down into the spring where she lived. Heracles did not know this and continued searching for Hylas. When Heracles did not
return, the Argonauts combed the shore for hours, calling, “Heracles! Heracles! We must leave.” At last Jason made the difficult decision to set off without him, for the wind was in their favor.
Before long the Argonauts came to a kingdom where the withered, starved ruler, named Phineus, pleaded for their help. “Because I am able to predict the future, Zeus has punished me. Every time I begin a meal, he sends two horrible flying creatures, the Harpies, to snatch some of my food and make the rest smell so foul that I cannot eat it.”
“We are ready to serve you,” said Jason, pitying the man. “Tell us what we must do.”
“Only two of your men, the sons of Boreas, the North Wind,
can drive them off,” said Phineus.
The sons of Boreas stepped forward with their swords ready.
Then the Argonauts put dinner in front of Phineus. The Harpies flew down, snatched the food with their sharp claws, and flew off with it. But this time the sons of Boreas flew after them and slashed at them with their swords, chasing them far away. “They wont bother you anymore,” they said to Phineus.
“I cannot thank you enough,” he replied. “You have saved my life. And now I am going to help you, for I know that you must row through the dangerous Bosphorus strait on your way through the Black Sea to Colchis.”
Phineus gave them invaluable advice, and the Argonauts set forth once more. At last they sighted the huge, jagged rocks called the Symplegades, or Clashing Islands, that guarded the entrance to the Bosphorus. Phineus had told them, “When a ship tries to go between these floating rocks, the rocks move together and smash the ship to pieces. There is only one way to get through. Let a dove fly before you, and when the rocks crush its tail, row through with all your might. Thus you will pass as the