In that far country to which Jason and his band of heroes set off in their great ship with its fifty oars lived a mighty king and his beautiful daughter, Medea. This princess was dark-haired and dark-browed, and her wonderful eyes were as full of mystery as the peat pools which lie black and still on mountain moors. She knew many, many secrets that the earth hid from other people; and she would go fearlessly, at night, through the Enchanted Glade where the golden fleece gave out its mysterious light among the boughs of the oak, and the dragon swayed its high enormous head to and fro between the dim trees and the silver stars.

In the shadowy forests, Medea would wander quite alone, her little white feet without sandals, her long hair streaming about her like a veil. There, in the silence of the woods, she would stand and lift her arms up to the stars, singing softly to the spirits who lived among them. Then she would turn around three times, and, stooping to the stream at her feet, throw water from it, three times, over her head. Last of all, she would give three long, low cries, weird and plaintive, like an owl that called to its mate through the night.

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📚 Source: Once Upon A Time: Children’s Stories From The Classics (1920?) by Blanche Winder (1866-1930).