Perseus rose unsteadily to his feet and said in a voice everyone in the hall could hear, “Tell me what you want brought to you my king and I will bring it. Name it.” “Well,” said Polydectes with a rueful shrug of defeat, as one forced into a corner. “Since our young hero insists, there is one thing I’ve always wanted. Could you bring me the head of Medusa, I wonder?” “No problem,” said Perseus. “The head of Medusa? It’s yours.” “Really? You mean that?”
