. The golden fleece and the heroes who lived before Achilles. er life and what she was to leave undone. And what thiswoman told her Medea was to regard. Arete told her thatshe was to forget all the witcheries and enchantments that sheknew, and that she was never to practice against the life of anyone. This she told Medea upon the shore, before Jason liftedher aboard the Argo. VII. THEY COME TO THE DESERT LAND ND now with sail spread wide the Argowent on, and the heroes rested at theoars. The wind grew stronger. It be-came a great blast, and for nine days andnine nights the ship was driven fear
. The golden fleece and the heroes who lived before Achilles. er life and what she was to leave undone. And what thiswoman told her Medea was to regard. Arete told her thatshe was to forget all the witcheries and enchantments that sheknew, and that she was never to practice against the life of anyone. This she told Medea upon the shore, before Jason liftedher aboard the Argo. VII. THEY COME TO THE DESERT LAND ND now with sail spread wide the Argowent on, and the heroes rested at theoars. The wind grew stronger. It be-came a great blast, and for nine days andnine nights the ship was driven fearfullyalong. The blast drove them into the Gulf ofLibya, from whence there is no return for ships. On each side ofthe gulf there are rocks and shoals, and the sea runs towardthe limitless sand. On the top of a mighty tide the Argo waslifted, and she was flung high up on the desert sands. A flood tide such as might not come again for long left theArgonauts on the empty Libyan land. And when they cameforth and saw that vast level of sand stretching like a mist. THE RETURN TO GREECE 149 away into the distance, a deadly fear came over each of spring of water could they descry; no path; no herdsmanscabin; over all that vast land there was silence and dead one said to the other: What land is this? Whither havewe come? Would that the tempest had overwhelmed us, orwould that we had lost the ship and our lives between theClashing Rocks at the time when we were making our wayinto the Sea of Pontus. And the helmsman, looking before him, said with a breakingheart: Out of this we may not come, even should the breezeblow from the land, for all around us are shoals and sharprocks — rocks that we can see fretting the water, line upon ship would have been shattered far from the shore if thetide had not borne her far up on the sand. But now the tiderushes back toward the sea, leaving only foam on which noship can sail to cover the sand. And so all hope of our returnis
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