Came another of those fell birds: but already the bow was bent
Of the hero Klytius, Eurytus’ son: from the string hath he sent
A swift-flying arrow against that fowl, and the shaft struck home.
Down whirling beside the swift ship splashed the bird in the foam.
Then cried Amphidamas Aleüs’ son, and thus spake he:
‘Nigh to us now is the Island of Ares: ye know it, who see
Yon fowl of ravin; and little shall arrows avail us, I trow,
To win us a peaceful landing thereon; but contrive we now {1050}
Some other device for our help, if indeed we be minded to land,
Remembering Phineus’ word, and the sightless seer’s command.