Heroes, or Greek Fairy Tales for My Children by Charles Kingsley
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And the lad ran trembling to him, and would have laid his hands upon his knees; but Cheiron smiled, and said, 'Call hither your father AEson, for I know you, and all that has befallen, and saw you both afar in the valley, even before you left the town.' Then AEson came in sadly, and Cheiron asked him, 'Why camest you not yourself to me, AEson the AEolid?' And AEson said - 'I thought, Cheiron will pity the lad if he sees him come alone; and I wished to try whether he was fearless, and dare venture like a hero's son. But now I entreat you by Father Zeus, let the boy be your guest till better times, and train him among the sons of the heroes, that he may avenge his father's house.' Then Cheiron smiled, and drew the lad to him, and laid his hand upon his golden locks, and said, 'Are you afraid of my horse's hoofs, fair boy, or will you be my pupil from this day?' 'I would gladly have horse's hoofs like you, if I could sing such songs as yours.' And Cheiron laughed, and said, 'Sit here by me till sundown, when your playfellows will come home, and you shall learn like them to be a king, worthy to rule over gallant men.' Then he turned to AEson, and said, 'Go back in peace, and bend before the storm like a prudent man. This boy shall not cross the |
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