The Story of Perseus (Part Five, Finale)

Our hero is wielding the severed head of Medusa quite effectively since he’s acquired it – sea monsters and aggressive men seem no match for it. Could it be that Perseus will use the head a third time when he returns to Seriphos? Let’s check in and see how Perseus fairs in this final chapter of the story of the Greek hero Perseus.


Welcome back, everyone. Thank you for continuing to tune in to the Legends Myths and Whiskey podcast. My name is Tanner, I’m you’re storyteller, and here we are, finally, at the final part of our five part series on the story of the Greek hero Perseus. I know everyone is anxious to hear how it ends, so I’d like to jump right into it BUT I’ve got just a few things to mention before I do.

First, my apologies for forgetting last week’s whiskey review. It’s been a little crazy at work and I didn’t have time to sample anything new. Good news on that front though, I didn’t forget THIS week and Jim Beam is sending us a few rare blends to sample since it appears that we have a mystery fan in the ranks of Beam Suntory. A hearty Slainte Mhath, to them, and a “thank you” as well.

Secondly, we’re going to be releasing a Mythosymphony of Perseus this week, probably towards Thursday or Friday. This will of course be free to Patrons of the show and will include a remastering of the vocals. As I made mention the audio quality up to episode… well, this one actually, has fallen below my expectations and I’d like this story to exist in a more respectable form so… why not make a Mythosymphony out of it? Non-patrons will be able to pick up this Mythosymphony for just $10 from our Bandcamp page.

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Alright, I’m going to go ahead and shut my gob now so we can get to the final chapter in the story of the Greek hero Perseus. Enjoy.

The Story

And when a year was ended Perseus hired Phoenicians from Tyre, and cut down cedars, and built himself a noble galley; and painted its cheeks with vermilion, and pitched its sides with pitch; and in it he put Andromeda, and all her dowry of jewels, and rich shawls, and spices from the East; and great was the weeping when they rowed away. But the remembrance of his brave deed was left behind; and Andromeda’s rock was shown at Iopa in Palestine till more than a thousand years were past.

So Perseus and the Phoenicians rowed to the westward, across the sea of Crete, till they came to the blue Ægean and the pleasant Isles of Hellas, and Seriphos, his ancient home.

Then he left his galley on the beach, and went up as of old; and he embraced his mother, and Dictys his good foster-father, and they wept over each other a long while, for it was seven years and more since they had met.

Then Perseus went out, and up to the hall of Polydectes; and underneath the goat-skin he bore the Gorgon’s head.

And when he came into the hall, Polydectes sat at the table-head, and all his nobles and landowners on either side, each according to his rank, feasting on the fish and the goat’s flesh, and drinking the blood-red wine. The harpers harped, and the revellers shouted, and the wine-cups rang merrily as they passed from hand to hand, and great was the noise in the hall of Polydectes.

Then Persons stood upon the threshold, and called to the king by name. But none of the guests knew Perseus, for he was changed by his long journey. He had gone out a boy, and he was come home a hero; his eye shone like an eagle’s, and his beard was like a lion’s beard, and he stood up like a wild bull in his pride.

But Polydectes the wicked knew him, and hardened his heart still more; and scornfully he called—

‘Ah, foundling! have you found it more easy to promise than to fulfil?’

‘Those whom the Gods help fulfil their promises; and those who despise them, reap as they have sown. Behold the Gorgon’s head!’

Then Perseus drew back the goat-skin, and held aloft the Gorgon’s head.

Pale grew Polydectes and his guests as they looked upon that dreadful face. They tried to rise up from their seats: but from their seats they never rose, but stiffened, each man where he sat, into a ring of cold gray stones.

Then Perseus turned and left them, and went down to his galley in the bay; and he gave the kingdom to good Dictys, and sailed away with his mother and his bride.

And Polydectes and his guests sat still, with the wine-cups before them on the board, till the rafters crumbled down above their heads, and the walls behind their backs, and the table crumbled down between them, and the grass sprung up about their feet: but Polydectes and his guests sit on the hillside, a ring of gray stones until this day.

But Perseus rowed westward toward Argos, and landed, and went up to the town. And when he came, he found that Acrisius his grandfather had fled. For Proetus his wicked brother had made war against him afresh; and had come across the river from Tiryns, and conquered Argos, and Acrisius had fled to Larissa, in the country of the wild Pelasgi.

Then Perseus called the Argives together, and told them who he was, and all the noble deeds which he had done. And all the nobles and the yeomen made him king, for they saw that he had a royal heart; and they fought with him against Argos, and took it, and killed Proetus, and made the Cyclopes serve them, and build them walls round Argos, like the walls which they had built at Tiryns; and there were great rejoicings in the vale of Argos, because they had got a king from Father Zeus.

But Perseus’ heart yearned after his grandfather, and he said, ‘Surely he is my flesh and blood, and he will love me now that I am come home with honour: I will go and find him, and bring him home, and we will reign together in peace.’

So Perseus sailed away with his Phoenicians, round Hydrea and Sunium, past Marathon and the Attic shore, and through Euripus, and up the long Euboean sea, till he came to the town of Larissa, where the wild Pelasgi dwelt.

And when he came there, all the people were in the fields, and there was feasting, and all kinds of games; for Teutamenes their king wished to honour Acrisius, because he was the king of a mighty land.

So Perseus did not tell his name, but went up to the games unknown; for he said, ‘If I carry away the prize in the games, my grandfather’s heart will be softened toward me.’

So he threw off his helmet, and his cuirass, and all his clothes, and stood among the youths of Larissa, while all wondered at him, and said, ‘Who is this young stranger, who stands like a wild bull in his pride? Surely he is one of the heroes, the sons of the Immortals, from Olympus.’

And when the games began, they wondered yet more; for Perseus was the best man of all at running, and leaping, and wrestling and throwing the javelin; and he won four crowns, and took them, and then he said to himself, ‘There is a fifth crown yet to be won: I will win that, and lay them all upon the knees of my grandfather.’

And as he spoke, he saw where Acrisius sat, by the side of Teutamenes the king, with his white beard flowing down upon his knees, and his royal staff in his hand; and Perseus wept when he looked at him, for his heart yearned after his kin; and he said, ‘Surely he is a kingly old man, yet he need not be ashamed of his grandson.’

Then he took the quoits, and hurled them, five fathoms beyond all the rest; and the people shouted, ‘Further yet, brave stranger! There has never been such a hurler in this land.’

Then Perseus put out all his strength, and hurled. But a gust of wind came from the sea, and carried the quoit aside, and far beyond all the rest; and it fell on the foot of Acrisius, and he swooned away with the pain.

Perseus shrieked, and ran up to him; but when they lifted the old man up he was dead, for his life was slow and feeble.

Then Perseus rent his clothes, and cast dust upon his head, and wept a long while for his grandfather. At last he rose, and called to all the people aloud, and said—

‘The Gods are true, and what they have ordained must be. I am Perseus, the grandson of this dead man, the far-famed slayer of the Gorgon.’

Then he told them how the prophecy had declared that he should kill his grandfather, and all the story of his life.

So they made a great mourning for Acrisius, and burnt him on a right rich pile; and Perseus went to the temple, and was purified from the guilt of the death, because he had done it unknowingly.

Then he went home to Argos, and reigned there well with fair Andromeda; and they had four sons and three daughters, and died in a good old age.

And when they died, the ancients say, Athené took them up into the sky, with Cepheus and Cassiopoeia. And there on starlight nights you may see them shining still; Cepheus with his kingly crown, and Cassiopoeia in her ivory chair, plaiting her star-spangled tresses, and Perseus with the Gorgon’s head, and fair Andromeda beside him, spreading her long white arms across the heaven, as she stood when chained to the stone for the monster.

All night long, they shine, for a beacon to wandering sailors; but all day they feast with the Gods, on the still blue peaks of Olympus.

Whiskey Review

This week I’m recommending something very different, a fruitful cocktail-tasting-type whisky that I am alsmost certain you ahve never tried. Bane’s Cape Mountain Whisky.

Released in 2009, this is South Africa’s first ever single grain whisky, coming from the The James Sedgwick Distillery in Wellington. Bain’s Cape Mountain whisky is matured in first fill bourbon casks for an initial three years before spending a further two years in fresh first fill bourbon casks! It’s named after the chap who built the first roads in Wellington.

On the nose you will discover grapefruit rind, creamy custard, sweet icing sugar, and vanilla. On the palate you discern more vanilla, with fresh pears, bananas, and cardamom making an appearance. Present too is a wee bit of oaky goodness; not very much though.

This dram finishes sweet and citrusy and you’ll swear that it’s not a whisky you’ve just finished.

Certainly not traditional, and definitely not for all palates, but I’m recommending it anyway because it is a fascinating and uncommon creature that everyone ought to try once – and, if they like it, twice.

Your home bar will have some added sponteniety and variety and your party guests will be intrigued.

You can pick up a bottle of Bane’s Cape Mountain whisky for just under $40 US. While it may be relatively difficult to find depending on your market, you can always order it for

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I give Bane’s Cape Mountain Whisky a 7 out of 10 and I suspect you’ll enjoy the experience at the very least.

Thanks for listening

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Read from – The Heroes, or Greek Fairytales for My Children (1889)
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