830for each and every hero on this quest:
What if I fail to bring him back to Hellas?”
So he proclaimed to test his comrades’ mettle.
When they responded with enthusiastic
bellows and whoops, the heart grew warm within him.
835When he spoke again, he spoke with candor:
“Dear friends, my courage thrives on your devotion.
Even if I should now be traveling
into the mouth of Hades, fear would never
take hold of me, because you all have proved
840 (644)steadfast in time of crisis. Now that we
have sailed beyond the Clashing Rocks, I think
no future threat will be as great, so long
as we abide by Phineus’ instructions.”
Thus he encouraged them, and they at once
845gave over conversation and returned
wholeheartedly to rowing. Soon they passed
the rapid Rhebas and Colona’s peak,
the Sable Promontory and at last
the Phyllis River’s mouth where, years before,
850Dipascus kindly welcomed to his halls
Athamas’ son Phrixus who was fleeing
Orchomenus, his hometown, on the ram.
Because a meadow nymph had borne Dipascus,
weapons and war did not appeal to him,
855 (656)no, he preferred to settle with his mother
beside the waters of his father’s river
and graze his flocks along the shore.
The heroes,
in passing, gazed upon his monument,
the wide banks of the Phyllis, then the plain
860beside it and the roiling Kalpa River.
The sun set, and they spent the windless night
just as they had been, heaving at the oars.
Imagine oxen laboring to furrow
muddy acres, how a spume of sweat
865drips from their necks and flanks: their eyes roll sideways
under the yoke, and constant panting scours
their arid throats and issues from their mouths.
All day they churn the earth, digging their hooves in—
that’s the way the heroes heaved the oars
out of the ocean swell.
870 (669)At just the hour
when ambrosial dawn has not quite come
but there is not full darkness, since a haze
has crept into the night (that is, the hour
that early risers call “the morning twilight”),
875the heroes rowed up to the desert island
of Thynias and with an insurmountable
weariness slogged ashore. The son of Leto
revealed himself there. He was leaving Lycia
and striding far away toward the expansive
880dominions of the Hyperboreans.
And, as he moved, clusters of golden hair
swung loose and swept down over either cheek.
His left hand brandishing a silver bow,
a quiver hanging from his shoulder down
885 (679)across his back, he trod his course. The island
quaked with each footstep, and the breakers washed up
onto the beaches. As they watched him, helpless
amazement seized them all, and no one dared
to look directly at his dazzling eyes.
890They stood a long time gazing at the ground,
while he, aloof, proceeded through the air
across the sea. Some minutes later Orpheus
found his voice and said to his companions:
“Come now, and let us dedicate this island
895to Phoebus God of Dawn and name it for him
since it was here that we have seen him passing
before us as the sunrise. We shall build
a seaside shrine and give what offerings
we can procure. Afterward, if he grants us
900 (690)a safe homecoming in Haemonia,
we shall repay him with the burned thighbones
of hornéd goats. Now we must satisfy him
as best we can, with liquid offerings
and the aroma of the roast. O god,
905O revelation, please advance our quest.”
So he instructed them. Some right away
went to construct an altar out of stones
while others scoured the island in pursuit
of goat and deer, the sorts that commonly
910reside in forests. Leto’s son provided
good hunting, and they duly immolated
two thighbones from each kill upon the altar.
Then, as the meat was cooking, they performed
a choral dance in honor of Apollo,
915 (702)the little boy, the Shooter of the Arrow.
The admirable offspring of Oeagrus
plucked his Bistonian lyre and started singing
how long ago Apollo on Parnassus
felled the beast Delphina with an arrow,
920and he did this while still a naked toddler,
still delighting in his curly hair
(Be gracious, lord, I beg you. Eternally
your tresses are unshorn, eternally.
It’s sacred law that only Leto, daughter
925of Coeus, strokes them with her loving hands),
and the Corycian nymphs, the seed of Pleistus,
over and over urged the toddler on
by shouting Hie (“Shoot”), from which derives
the lovely ritual cry to summon Phoebus.
930 (713)After the heroes celebrated him
with choral song, they poured out pure libations,
laid their hands upon the festal meat,
and swore an oath always to aid each other
with singleness of purpose. Still today
935the shrine of kindly Harmony remains there,
the very one the heroes instituted
in honor of a venerable goddess.
Then, when the third dawn broke, they left the steep-cliffed
island with a strong west wind behind them.
940That day they passed on the opposing coast
the mouth of the Sangarius, the buxom
Mariandynian fields, the Lycus River’s
ecstatic spate, and Lake Anthemoesis,
and all the halyards and the tackle strained
945 (725)before the gale as they went sailing onward.
The wind, though, started flagging in the night
and they were much relieved to reach at dawn
a bay inside the Acherousian headland,
a steep cape facing the Bithynian Sea.
950The surf rolls in uproariously around
the polished boulders rooted to its base,
and plane trees flourish all across the crest
from which a hollow dale slopes gently inland.
Within that dale a cave that leads to Hades
955lurks behind rocks and shrubs, and from its depths
a chilling vapor rises every morning
and gathers in a glistening frost that thaws
beneath the midday sun. Never does silence
descend upon this gloomy cape because
960 (741)the restless sea stirs up a constant murmur
and subterranean breezes rouse the trees.
A river has its mouth here—Acheron,
which, following the valley from the crest,
cuts through the middle of the cape and empties
965into the Eastern Sea. Megarians
out of Nisaea later dubbed this cape
“The Sailors’ Savior” since it saved their ship
from a horrendous storm when they were sailing
to colonize the Mariandynian land.
970Because the wind had recently died down
the Minyans were keen to row the Argo
inside this breakwater and moor it there.
The Mariandynians and th
eir leader Lycus
were not long unaware the soldiers anchored
975 (754)upon their shores were those who killed Amycus,
or so they had been told, and for that reason
they struck a truce, saluted Polyedeuces,
and welcomed him as if he were a god.
They had, you see, for quite some time been waging
980war on the insolent Bebrycians.
When the heroes came to town, they feasted
a whole day at the court of Lycus, forged
the bonds of friendship, and relieved their hearts
with conversation. Jason named the names
985and pedigrees of each of his companions,
explained what mission Pelias had set them,
how the Lemnian women welcomed them,
and all that happened with the Doliones
and Cyzicus their king. He also told him
990 (766)how, when they came to Mysia and the Cius,
they happened to abandon Heracles,
what prophecies the sea god Glaucus gave them,
and how they beat Amycus and his people.
Next he recounted Phineus’ woes
995and prophecies and how they had survived
the Clashing Rocks and, only lately, spotted
the son of Leto rising from an island.
King Lycus took heartfelt delight in hearing
all these adventures just as they had happened,
1000but sorrow gripped him when he heard the news
of the abandonment of Heracles,
and he commiserated with the heroes:
“Friends, you have lost a great man’s help by losing
Heracles the hero in the midst of
1005 (775)your lengthy voyage to Aeëtes’ palace.
Heracles was my friend, in fact. I met him
here in my father Dascylus’ house
long, long ago when he was traveling
through boundless Asia on a quest to win
1010the belt of war-obsessed Hippolyta.
I was a young man when we met. The down
had only freshly sprouted on my cheeks,
and funeral games were being held in honor
of Priolas my brother. (Mysians killed him,
1015and since his death the people here have sung him
heartrending dirges.) In the boxing match
Heracles beat the dashing Titias,
who was supreme among us younger men
in strength and beauty. Yes, he knocked his teeth out
onto the ground.
1020 (786)Heracles subjugated
the Mysians beneath my father’s rule,
then the Mygdones who are neighbors to us,
then some Bithynians and their land as far as
the Rhebas River and Colona’s peak.
1025In fact, the Paphlagonian heirs of Pelops
(that is, those hemmed in by the dark Billaeus)
surrendered without putting up a fight.
Lately, with Heracles gone far away,
haughty Amycus and his subject soldiers
1030had started cheating me, for years now chipping
such large tracts from my realm that they have pushed
their kingdom’s borders to the grass that lines
the deeply flowing Hypius River.
Now, though,
they have received their punishment from you,
1035 (798)and I suspect the gods were there supporting
Tyndareus’ son the day he beat
Amycus and defeated all his henchman
in battle. Therefore I shall gladly give you
whatever help I can, since this is simply
1040what weaker men should do when stronger men
have done a good turn first. And I shall order
Dascylus my son to join your quest.
With him among you, you should find the natives
you meet along the way hospitable
1045as far off as the river Thermodon.
Furthermore, I shall build a lofty temple
atop the Acherousian heights to honor
Tyndareus’ sons, and every sailor
who sees their shrine, even from far away,
1050 (809)will ask their aid. Once I have built the temple,
I shall consecrate, outside the city,
some fertile acres in our well-tilled plains
to yield them honor as if they were gods.”
All day the heroes took delight in feasting,
1055then bustled back down to the ship. King Lycus
gathered his train to follow them and gave them
numberless gifts. What’s more, he sent his son
to make the quest among them.
It was then
that Idmon son of Abas reached his destined
1060demise. Though he excelled at seercraft,
his seercraft did not protect him, no,
necessity was pushing him toward doom.
There was a meadow near a reedy river.
A white-tusked boar was lounging in it, cooling
1065 (819)its flanks and massive belly in the mud—
a lethal beast. Even the marsh nymphs feared it
feeding alone along the river flats.
No mortal knew that it was there.
When Idmon
was strolling on the muddy riverbank,
1070it rushed out of some purlieu in the willows,
gored his thigh, cut through cartilage and femur.
Idmon shrieked and fell. His friends called out,
and Peleus quickly loosed a spear and struck
the monster as it fled into the swamp.
1075When it returned and charged them, Idas pierced it,
and it collapsed upon the sharp tip, squealing.
Leaving it thus impaled, they trundled Idmon
back to the Argo where he coughed up blood
and shortly died in his inconsolable
comrades’ arms.
1080 (835)They thought no more of sailing
but stayed there, grieving, to entomb the body.
Three days they wailed and on the fourth interred him
with hero’s honors. Lycus and his subjects
joined in the mourning, slaughtered many sheep
1085as funeral offerings around the tomb,
as is the custom for the dear departed.
So in a foreign country Idmon’s barrow
was heaped up, and a marker planted on it
for future generations to admire—
1090a wild olive tree, the tree of shipwrights,
a tree that still is flourishing today
under the Acherousian cliffs.
Because
I heed the Muses’ will, I must declare,
upfront, this fact as well: Phoebus Apollo
1095 (847)commanded the Boeotians and Niseans
to worship Idmon as a city founder
and build a town around his barrow tree.
Today, though, all the Mariandynians there
venerate Agamestor rather than
1100god-fearing Idmon, Aeolus’ grandson.
Who else died there? (The heroes surely raised
a second barrow for a fallen comrade
because two mounds are standing to this day.)
Tiphys it was, the son of Hagnias—
1105so runs the story. It was not his fate
to steer the Argo farther toward its goal.
Once they had buried Idmon, a malignant
disease afflicted Tiphys, left him prostrate
and bedrid far, far, from his fatherland.
1110 (858)Struck by these dreadful blows, the men gave way
to absolute despair. Once they had buried
this second fallen comrade, they collapsed
beside the sea in utter helplessness,
shrouded their bodies tightly in their cloaks,
1115and lost all love of food
and drink. Grief-stricken,
they threw their hearts away because returning
to Greece was now outside their expectations.
They would have stayed there, grieving, even longer
had Hera not stepped in and filled Ancaeus
1120with special bravery. Astypylaia
conceived him underneath the god Poseidon
and birthed him next to the Imbrasus River,
and he was wise in all the ways of seacraft.
This fellow rushed to Peleus and said:
1125 (869)“Son of Aeacus, how can it be noble
to rest a long time in a foreign land,
shirking our task? Surely the son of Aeson
recruited me out of Parthenia
to undertake this journey for the fleece
1130more for my expertise in steering ships
than making war. Therefore, don’t have the slightest
fear for the Argo. There are expert sailors
among us, none of whom would wreck the voyage
if we should set him at the helm. Go swiftly,
1135tell our comrades all these things, be firm,
force them to think again about the quest.”
So he explained, and Peleus’ spirit
leapt with delight, and he was quick to shout:
“Why, comrades, are we clinging to a sorrow
1140 (881)as profitless as this? These two have died,
I think, the death they were allotted. Think, now,
there are other steersmen in our crew,
a number of them, so stop wasting time,
cast off your woes and rouse yourselves for labor.”
1145Jason had nothing but despair to offer:
“Son of Aeacus, where are all these helmsmen?
Those we regarded as our guides and experts
are lying there more dead to hope than I am.
Thus I foresee an evil ending for us
1150beside our fallen friends if we can neither
reach the city of extreme Aeëtes
nor pass beyond the Rocks again and back
to Greece. An evil fate, one without glory,
will hide us here to age in idleness.”
1155 (894)So he lamented, but Ancaeus promptly
offered himself as helmsman of the Argo.
A god’s encouragement had urged him on.
Next, Nauplius, Erginus, and Euphemus
stood up in eagerness to man the tiller,
1160but others held them back because Ancaeus
was favored by the bulk of the assembly.
Therefore at sunrise, after twelve days mourning,
they boarded, since a stiff west wind was blowing.
Quickly they rowed out through the Acheron,
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