But Medeia looked at him and at his helmet, lest he should forget the lesson she had taught.
And every furrow heaved and bubbled, and out of every clod arose a man.
Out of the earth they rose by thousands, each clad from head to foot in steel, and drew their swords and rushed on Jason, where he stood in the midst alone.
Then the Minuai grew pale with fear for him; but Aietes laughed a bitter laugh.

'See! if I had not warriors enough already round me, I could call them out of the bosom of the earth.' But Jason snatched off his helmet, and hurled it into the thickest of the throng.

And blind madness came upon them, suspicion, hate, and fear; and one cried to his fellow, 'Thou didst strike me!' and another, 'Thou art Jason; thou shalt die!' So fury seized those earth-born phantoms, and each turned his hand against the rest; and they fought and were never weary, till they all lay dead upon the ground.

Then the magic furrows opened, and the kind earth took them home into her breast and the grass grew up all green again above them, and Jason's work was done.
Then the Minuai rose and shouted, till Prometheus heard them from his crag.

And Jason cried, 'Lead me to the fleece this moment, before the sun goes down.' But Aietes thought, 'He has conquered the bulls, and sown and reaped the deadly crop.