Jason is speechless. Until today, he was nothing and suddenly became a man whom the king's fear. When he left the palace, an old servant approached him, the same one who, when he had warned his parents about the anger of Peleus, and told him the story of his family. Then the servant took him to his home. The former king with his wife and several slaves lived in a poor hut quietly and apart, so as not to attract the attention of a vengeful brother. Seeing an adult son, Ezon cried. Jason, deeply moved by his father’s misfortune, escaped from his embrace and ran to the palace. He told Peleus in the eye about his misbehavior and demanded that he return wealth and power. The cunning king replied: “I have become weak and will give you the scepter, which already weighs on my hands.” But we talked about the golden fleece. So know, King Iolka must first bring the fleece of the golden ram, otherwise, he will incur the wrath of the gods. Go bring it as you promised, and come back with the blessing of the gods to sit on the throne in rich Iolk.
The strange story of that golden fleece. Jason knew her in detail from Chiron's stories.
King Atamas lived in the ancient Boeotian city of Orchomenus, to whom his wife Nefela gave birth to two children: a son, Frix, and a daughter, Gella. When Nefela died, Atamas married Ino, daughter of the Theban king Cadmus. Ino was an evil stepmother and wanted to get rid of her stepson. She persuaded the women from Orkhomen to pour boiled water over the seed grain and thus cause a crop failure in the country. And so it happened. When the bread did not rise, Atamas sent messengers to the oracle to ask how to divert God's anger. Ino bribed the messengers, and they brought the king the answer that she prepared herself: the gods demand that they bring the royal children as a sacrifice.
But Nefela observed the children. The mother soul appeared in a dream to Frix and told him to flee with his sister. Let them go out of town at night, there a lamb will wait for them, which will take them wherever they want. Frix immediately woke up, and his little sister was sleeping. He picked her up and left the city. Even from afar, he heard the lamb bleating. It was a wonderful animal, of divine origin, all covered with a golden fleece. The lamb was able to speak in a human voice and fly in the air. The children sat on his back and, holding on to the golden wool, rode like a horse. The lamb flew over the mountains, islands and the sea quickly, like a swallow. In a narrow strait that separates the coast of Asia from Europe, a storm suddenly rose. Little Gella, frightened by high waves and howling of a hurricane, lost consciousness and fell into the sea, since then the strait is called the Hellespont. Frix landed in Colchis, a country by the Black Sea, where he lived quietly until the end of his days. He fed the lamb and looked after it until he got old and asked himself to be killed. Phryxes sacrificed it to Zeus, and the king of Colchis Eet hung a golden fleece on an oak tree in the sacred grove of Ares.
All this Jason remembered, returning from Peleus. He was precisely at that age when they did not dream of anything so fervently as great feats and glory. Therefore, Jason did not hesitate when such a truly exceptional opportunity happened. He sent messengers throughout Greece, urging those who wish to take part in the overseas campaign. Iolk had never seen so many brave men among his walls. Residents of the city, leaving their affairs, gathered near the city gates and watched as strong, tall, distinguished victories heroes arrived, surrounded by a large retinue. The first to appear were those who always found themselves in places where one could show strength or courage: God-like Hercules with his son, beautiful as a sunny day, Gil, Theseus, Peleus, Pirifa, Castor and Polydeuvk, Meleager, Nestor, the quick-eyed Linkey, whose look reached the deep sea. Then came the lesser-known, though no less brave heroes, until fifty participants gathered. They were joined by the inspired singer Orpheus and Apollon son Asclepius.