Without Medea, Jason could never defeat bronze bulls or take the golden fleece from the sacred Ares grove. Jason went there at night. On the broad-aged oak tree hung the skin of a divine lamb, glowing in the dark like a starry sky. Near the tree was guarded by a dragon who never slept. The hero doused him with a decoction of a magic potion and uttered three words that tame even the raging sea and deep rivers. Medea was with him. She radiated great power, and under the influence of her gaze, magic words and a decoction of the magic potion, the dream closed the eyes of the serpent. The dragon stretched out, flickering with its many rings, like a wave, silently lays ashore. At the same moment, Jason chopped off his head and tore the golden fleece from the tree.
Filled with pride and joy, Jason took a golden fleece from Colchis, Medea was happy with him, who fled from her parents' house. They set sail in the morning. Around noon, they noticed a ship on the horizon, followed by another, third, a whole fleet. King Eet pursued the Argonauts. Colchian ships sailed closer. Then Medea killed her little brother, Absirt, who, while running away, was kidnapped from the house, cut his body into pieces and scattered across the sea. Seeing the pieces of the son of the body on the waves, Eet stopped the ships to collect them. Meanwhile, the fast Argo sailed away.
No one thanked the sorceress for her salvation. Horror gripped the heroes. Punishing an unprecedented crime, Zeus turned away from the Argonauts. The days of adversity and hardship began. They covered a short distance from Asia to Greece for many years: either a storm or some formidable danger prevented their return. There was no city in the west and in the north, where there would be no memory of them: a temple was built here, games were introduced there, in another place they fought with wild tribes. They came back covered in glory.
All Iolk went out to greet Jason. In the crowd gathered, there was not only a father. He was home hopelessly sick. When Jason entered, the old man did not recognize his son, because his eyes were already turned to the other world. Tsarevich believed in the omnipotence of Medea so much that even now he gazed steadily at her face, hoping to read on it a promise that would give hope. The sorceress nodded her head. She really had great power - she was served by the spirits of air, earth, sky, wind, mountains, rivers, lakes, various forest and night deities. With their help, she could return the currents of streams, stop the rivers, excite the calm sea, collect and disperse clouds, calm and send winds, shift rocks and tear out forests from the earth; according to her command, the mountains trembled, the earth moaned, the dead departed from the graves, the sun and even the pink dawn were covered in deathly pallor.
The full moon was shining in the sky. Medea left the house herself, belted, barefoot, her hair descending on her bare back. In her hand she carried a sickle. She walked through the valleys and gorges of Thessaly, cutting off grass, which had hidden power, with a bronze sickle. On the ninth night, she returned with an armful of arcane herbs. From the turf, she made two altars: for Hecate, the goddess of enchantment, and for the goddess of youth. Decorating them with green branches and leaves, she sacrificed a black sheep to the underground gods, pouring her blood into the holes dug from the altars. Then she made three more sacrifices from honey mixed with milk, from wine and water, and begged the gods of death not to encroach on Ezon's life. By order of Medea, the body of the old was carried out and laid on the grass. Then she told everyone to leave. With her hair loose, like a bacchante, she walked around the burning altars, took a torch, dipped it in the blood of an animal, lit it from the sacrificial fire, and three times cleaned the Ezon body with fire, water and sulfur.