Jason and the Argonauts Page #3

...invite the strongest

and bravest of the Greeks.

No greater games

shall ever be held...

...unless the gods decree otherwise.

I did well to choose you, Jason.

The gods are best served

by those who want their help least.

Welcome, Polydeuces.

Castor of Sparta.

Acastus of Thessaly.

Well done, Acastus.

Phalerus of Athens,

champion archer of Greece.

Euphemus of Taenarum.

Spyros of Syracuse.

Hercules!

He's here!

I mean to sail with you, Jason. Tell me

which champion you want me to beat.

No one. I know you can beat us all.

Your place is reserved.

Hercules. Yes.

- Hercules?

- Yes.

My name is Hylas.

Like you, I came too late

to compete in the games.

But it occurs to me that

if I can beat you at something...

...Jason couldn't refuse me

a place on the ship either.

After all, he might need brains

as well as brawn.

Shall we compete?

Discus?

Come on.

- See that rock?

- Yes.

No thrower has ever reached it.

And is the contest to hit it

or pass it?

You'll be lucky if you get halfway.

- Now, go on.

- No, after you, Hercules.

I've never thrown a discus before.

I'd like to see how it's done.

Let Hylas have his moment of triumph

while he may.

You shall have your place, Hylas.

Hail Hylas!

I have found the finest crew

in all Greece.

Now for a ship

that is worthy of them.

Argos.

- Argos.

- Hello?

Is that you, Argos?

- Who's there?

- It's Jason.

Come aboard.

So you've come back again.

She's a fine ship.

Yes.

She is a fine ship.

She's ready to sail.

We've yet to give her a name.

I'll call her the Argo,

after her builder.

The Argo?

Well, you'd better have a look

at the figurehead.

It might make you change your mind.

No, this way.

- Is it forward?

- No, it's astern.

We'll have to move it.

It's supposed to watch over

the water ahead of the vessel.

I can't help that.

Something made me put it here.

Hera, queen of the gods.

- What?

- Nothing.

You don't object to it here?

- No.

- Nor do I.

It makes me feel someone friendly

is watching over us.

- When do we sail?

- Tomorrow.

Don't waste it.

There isn't enough left

to make any difference, Jason.

Oh, let him rest.

But the sooner we find some island

with water, the better.

We can't row much longer

on three sips a day.

Take my advice. Put back to Icos.

But we'd lose five days' sailing.

We haven't water enough

for tomorrow...

...let alone the time it would take

to reach Icos.

Don't worry, Hylas.

I don't expect him to take my advice.

But I wish he'd listen to someone.

Still grumbling?

Sailors always grumble.

These sailors have something

to grumble about.

Hardly any water. Blistered hands.

- They should use brine.

- Brine?

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