l, living thing was in
that jar also. This was Hope. And this beautiful, living thing had got
caught under the rim of the jar and had not come forth with the others.
One day a weeping woman found Hope under the rim of Pandora's jar and
brought this living thing into the house of men. And now because of
Hope they could see an end to their troubles. And the men and women
roused themselves in the midst of their afflictions and they looked
toward gladness. Hope, that had been caught under the rim of the jar,
stayed behind the thresholds of their houses.

As for Pandora, the Golden Maid, she played on, knowing only the
brightness of the sunshine and the lovely shapes of things. Beautiful
would she have seemed to any being who saw her, but now she had strayed
away from the houses of men and Epimetheus was not there to look upon
her. Then Hephaestus, the lame artisan of the gods, left down his tools
and went to seek her. He found Pandora, and he took her back to
Olympus. And in his brazen house she stays, though sometimes at the
will of Zeus she goes down into the world of men.

When Polydeuces had ended the story that Castor had begun, Heracles
cried out: "For the Argonauts, too, there has been a Golden Maid--nay,
not one, but a Golden Maid for each. Out of the jar that has been with
her ye have taken forgetfulness of your honor. As for me, I go back to
the Argo lest one of these Golden Maids should hold me back from the
labors that make great a man."

So Heracles said, and he went from Hypsipyle's hall. The heroes looked
at each other, and they stood up, and shame that they had stayed so
long away from the quest came over each of them. The maidens took their
hands; the heroes unloosed those soft hands and turned away from them.

Hypsipyle left the throne of King Thoas and stood before Jason. There
was a storm in all her body; her mouth was shaken, and a whole life's
trouble was in her great eyes. Before she spoke Jason cried out: "What
Heracles said is true, O Argonauts! On the Quest of the Golden Fleece
our lives and our honors depend. To Colchis--to Colchis must we go!"

He stood upright in the hall, and his comrades gathered around him. The
Lemnian maidens would have held out their arms and would have made
their partings long delayed, but that a strange cry came to them
through the night. Well did the Argonauts know that cry--it was the cry
of the ship, of Argo herself. They knew that they must go to her now or
stay