bow; and the bow flashed a dazzling gleam all round. And to their sight
appeared a small island of the Sporades, over against the tiny isle
Hippuris, and there they cast anchor and stayed; and straightway dawn
arose and gave them light; and they made for Apollo a glorious abode in
a shady wood, and a shady altar, calling on Phoebus the "Gleamer,"
because of the gleam far-seen; and that bare island they called
Anaphe,[1] for that Phoebus had revealed it to men sore bewildered. And
they sacrificed all that men could provide for sacrifice on a desolate
strand; wherefore when Medea's Phaeacian handmaids saw them pouring
water for libations on the burning brands, they could no longer restrain
laughter within their bosoms, for that ever they had seen oxen in plenty
slain in the halls of Alcinous. And the heroes delighted in the jest and
attacked them with taunting words; and merry railing and contention
flung to and fro were kindled among them. And from that sport of the
heroes such scoffs do the women fling at the men in that island whenever
they propitiate with sacrifices Apollo the gleaming god, the warder of
Anaphe.

[Footnote 1: i.e. the isle of Revealing.]

But when they had loosed the hawsers thence in fair weather, then
Euphemus bethought him of a dream of the night, reverencing the glorious
son of Maia. For it seemed to him that the god-given clod of earth held
in his palm close to his breast was being suckled by white streams of
milk, and that from it, little though it was, grew a woman like a
virgin; and he, overcome by strong desire, lay with her in love's
embrace; and united with her he pitied her, as though she were a maiden
whom he was feeding with his own milk; but she comforted him with gentle
words:

"Daughter of Triton am I, dear friend, and nurse of thy children, no
maiden; Triton and Libya are my parents. But restore me to the daughters
of Nereus to dwell in the sea near Anaphe; I shall return again to the
light of the sun, to prepare a home for thy descendants."

Of this he stored in his heart the memory, and declared it to Aeson's
son; and Jason pondered a prophecy of the Far-Darter and lifted up his
voice and said:

"My friend, great and glorious renown has fallen to thy lot. For of this
clod when thou hast cast it into the sea, the gods will make an island,
where thy children's children shall dwell; for Triton gave this to thee
as a stranger's gift from the Libyan mainland. None other of the
imm