Medea , however , bade him snatch up a stone from the ground . `` Throw it among them quickly ! '' cried she . `` It is the only way to save yourself . '' The armed men were now so nigh that Jason could discern the fire flashing out of their enraged eyes , when he let fly the stone , and saw it strike the helmet of a tall warrior , who was rushing upon him with his blade aloft . The stone glanced from this man 's helmet to the shield of his nearest comrade , and thence flew right into the angry face of another , hitting him smartly between the eyes . Each of the three who had been struck by the stone took it for granted that his next neighbor had given him a blow ; and instead of running any farther towards Jason , they began to fight among themselves . The confusion spread through the host , so that it seemed scarcely a moment before they were all hacking , hewing , and stabbing at one another , lopping off arms , heads , and legs and doing such memorable deeds that Jason was filled with immense admiration ; although , at the same time , he could not help laughing to behold these mighty men punishing each other for an offense which he himself had committed . In an incredibly short space of time -LRB- almost as short , indeed , as it had taken them to grow up -RRB- , all but one of the heroes of the dragon 's teeth were stretched lifeless on the field . The last survivor , the bravest and strongest of the whole , had just force enough to wave his crimson sword over his head and give a shout of exultation , crying , `` Victory ! Victory ! Immortal fame ! '' when he himself fell down , and lay quietly among his slain brethren . And there was the end of the army that had sprouted from the dragon 's teeth . That fierce and feverish fight was the only enjoyment which they had tasted on this beautiful earth . `` Let them sleep in the bed of honor , '' said the Princess Medea , with a sly smile at Jason . `` The world will always have simpletons enough , just like them , fighting and dying for they know not what , and fancying that posterity will take the trouble to put laurel wreaths on their rusty and battered helmets . Could you help smiling , Prince Jason , to see the self-conceit of that last fellow , just as he tumbled down ? '' `` It made me very sad , '' answered Jason , gravely . `` And , to tell you the truth , princess , the Golden Fleece does not appear so well worth the winning , after what I have here beheld ! ''
`` You will think differently XXXXX the morning , '' said Medea .
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