SWIFT AND OLD-GOLD 209 



restrained by his voice and hand, sprang wildly 

 away and galloped with the speed of the wind 

 across the plain. 



And old King Peleus, rich and wretched, the 

 favorite of the gods, sat mourning in his desolate 

 halls at Phthia. But his hero son never returned 

 to him, and no man brought him any word con- 

 cerning the fate of the rare gifts which Poseidon 

 had given him on his wedding day — ^the immortal 

 creatures, Swift and Old-Gold. 



