Perseus shrieked and ran up to him, but when they lifted the old man up, he was dead. Then Perseus rent his clothes and cast dust on his head, and wept a long while for his grandfather.
At last he rose and called to all people aloud and said, "The gods are true: what they have ordained must be; I am Perseus the grandson of this dead man." Then he told them how a prophet had said that he should kill his grandfather.
So they made great mourning for the old King, and burnt him on a right rich pile.
And Perseus went to the temple and was purified from the guilt of his death, because he had done it unknowingly.
Then he went home and reigned well with Andromeda, and they had four sons and three daughters.
And when they died, the ancients say that Athené took them up to the sky. All night long Perseus and Andromeda shine as a beacon for wandering sailors, but all day long they feast with the gods, on the still blue peaks in the home of the Immortals.