He dropped it into the wallet which closed around it. He had nothing to fear from it now. But the two other Gorgons had awakened and, horrified at the sight of their sister slain, tried to pursue the slayer. Perseus was safe; he had on the cap of darkness and they could not find him. So over the sea rich-haired Danae's son, Perseus, on his winged sandals sped, Flying swift as thought. In a wallet all of silver, A wonder to behold, He bore the head of the monster, While Hermes, the son of Maia, The messenger of Zeus, Kept ever at his side.