And look at the tree--you can see the fairy ring where they dance, and I always fancy they sup under the one with the very low branch at the side--but I don't believe I should like 'marrow of mice,' should you ?" "Not at all," said Cheiron.
Then they wandered on.

Halcyone led him to each of the favorite points of view, and he became acquainted with the great serpent, and so vivid was her picturing that he almost fancied he saw the Golden Fleece, nailed to the tree beyond, and heard Orpheus' exquisite melodies charming the reptile to sleep while Jason stepped over his slumbering coils.
"But I do not have Medea here," she said; "I play her part myself, and I make her different.

She was too cunning and had wicked thoughts in her heart, and so the poor Heroes suffered.

If she had been good and true and had not killed Absyrtus, things might have had a different ending.

I never like to think of Absyrtus in any case--because, do you know, I once hated my baby brother, and would have been glad if anyone had killed him." Her eyes became black as night with this awful recollection.