CHAPTER IX
ANDROMEDA AND THE SEA-MONSTER
As Perseus journeyed over land and sea on his great
quest, he often thought of the dear mother he had left in
Seriphus. Now that his task was done he longed to fly
over the blue waters of the Mediterranean to see her, to
know that she was safe from the cruel King Polydectes.
But the gods had work for Perseus to do before he might
return to his island home.
Again and again the lad struggled against wind and rain, trying ever to fly in the direction of Seriphus, but again and again he was beaten back.
Faint and weary he grew, tired too of striving, so that he thought he would die in the desert through which he was passing.
Then all at once it flashed across his mind that Hermes had told him that as long as he wore the winged sandals he could not lose his way. New courage stole into his heart as he remembered the words of the god, and soon he found that he was being carried with the wind toward some high mountains. Among them he caught sight of a Titan or giant named Atlas, who had once tried to dethrone Zeus, and who for his daring had been doomed to stand,
'Supporting on his shoulders the vast pillar
Of Heaven and Earth, a weight of cumbrous grasp.'
The face of Atlas was pale with the mighty burden he bore, and which he longed to lay down. As he caught sight of Perseus he thought that perhaps the stranger would be able to help him, for he knew what Perseus carried in his magic
