As a boy, I was frank enough.

But a good part of my life has been spent with people who couldn't be trusted; and perhaps the habit of protecting myself against them has grown upon me.
If I could only live here for a while it would be different .-- Here's an odd-looking thing.

What do you call that ?" "We call it the Golden Fleece." "The Golden Fleece! I can imagine a Medea; but where is the Dragon ?" "If Jason came, the Dragon might appear." "I remember reading somewhere that the Dragon was less to be feared than Medea's eyes.

But this fleece seems to have lost most of its gold.

There is only a little gold embroidery." "It shows where the gold is hidden." "It's you that are concealing something now, Miss Trednoke.