then he said to himself, 'There is a fifth crown yet to be won: I
will win that, and lay them all upon the knees of my grandfather.'

And as he spoke, he saw where Acrisius sat, by the side of
Teutamenes the king, with his white beard flowing down upon his
knees, and his royal staff in his hand; and Perseus wept when he
looked at him, for his heart yearned after his kin; and he said,
'Surely he is a kingly old man, yet he need not be ashamed of his
grandson.'

Then he took the quoits, and hurled them, five fathoms beyond all
the rest; and the people shouted, 'Further yet, brave stranger!
There has never been such a hurler in this land.'

Then Perseus put out all his strength, and hurled. But a gust of
wind came from the sea, and carried the quoit aside, and far beyond
all the rest; and it fell on the foot of Acrisius, and he swooned
away with the pain.

Perseus shrieked, and ran up to him; but when they lifted the old
man up he was dead, for his life was slow and feeble.

Then Perseus rent his clothes, and cast dust upon his head, and
wept a long while for his grandfather. At last he rose, and called
to all the people aloud, and said -

'The Gods are true, and what they have ordained must be. I am
Perseus, the grandson of this dead man, the far-famed slayer of the
Gorgon.'