And Kretheus’ grandson am I, with these my companions who fare
From the selfsame Hellas, and unto Aiêtes’ city I sail.
But of all these things to commune shall another time avail.
But now put raiment upon you: it came to pass, I trow,
By devising of Gods that ye came to mine hands in your sore need so.’
So spake he, and out of the ship he gave them raiment to don.
And all together now unto Ares’ fane are they gone
For the sacrificing of sheep, and in all haste round about {1170}
The altar they ranged them, which stood that roofless fane without,
An altar of pebbles: within was a mighty stone upreared,