At Aiêtes’ sorceress-daughter a shaft from his bow to speed,
And bewitch her with love for Jason: by her devising, I trow,
Bearing the Fleece away unto Hellas the hero shall go.’
She spake; and her counsel of wisdom pleased Athênê well; {30}
And she answered—and now from her lips soft words of persuasion fell:—
‘Hêrê, my father begat me unweeting of shafts of love:
Nothing I know of desire, or the magic spells thereof.
But if this word pleaseth thyself, of a truth will I go with thee.
Yet thou must speak our request when the Cyprian’s face we see.’
Then soared they away, and unto the mighty palace they came