Till thou stir her to help us:—howbeit a pitiful hope is the best
For our home-return, if this in the keeping of women must rest.’
So spake he; and soon to the backwater came he: with hearts full fain
Did their comrades greet them, and question, beholding them again. {490}
But unto them Aison’s son in heaviness spake the word:
‘O friends, the heart of Aiêtes the ruthless is wholly stirred
With anger against us: of all those things whereof ye inquire
Nor for me nor for you appeareth the goal of our desire.
Two brazen-footed bulls on the War-god’s plain, he saith,
Pasture; in flames of fire from the mouths of them streameth the breath: