eidon's swift-wheeled car, then do
ye pay to your mother a recompense for all her travail when she bare you
so long in her womb; and so ye may return to the divine land of Achaea."

(ll. 1330-1332) Thus they spake, and with the voice vanished at once,
where they stood. But Jason sat upon the earth as he gazed around, and
thus cried:

(ll. 1333-1336) "Be gracious, noble goddesses of the desert, yet the
saying about our return I understand not clearly. Surely I will gather
together my comrades and tell them, if haply we can find some token of
our escape, for the counsel of many is better."

(ll. 1337-1346) He spake, and leapt to his feet, and shouted afar to his
comrades, all squalid with dust, like a lion when he roars through
the woodland seeking his mate; and far off in the mountains the glens
tremble at the thunder of his voice; and the oxen of the field and
the herdsmen shudder with fear; yet to them Jason's voice was no whit
terrible the voice of a comrade calling to his friends. And with looks
downcast they gathered near, and hard by where the ship lay he made them
sit down in their grief and the women with them, and addressed them and
told them everything:

(ll. 1347-1362) "Listen, friends; as I lay in my grief, three goddesses
girded with goat-skins from the neck downwards round the back and waist,
like maidens, stood over my head nigh at hand; and they uncovered me,
drawing my cloak away with light hand, and they bade me rise up myself
and go and rouse you, and pay to our mother a bounteous recompense for
all her travail when she bare us so long in her womb, when Amphitrite
shall have loosed Poseidon's swift-wheeled car. But I cannot fully
understand concerning this divine message. They said indeed that they
were heroines, Libya's warders and daughters; and all the toils that
we endured aforetime by land and sea, all these they declared that they
knew full well. Then I saw them no more in their place, but a mist or
cloud came between and hid them from my sight."

(ll. 1363-1369) Thus he spake, and all marvelled as they heard. Then was
wrought for the Minyae the strangest of portents. From the sea to the
land leapt forth a monstrous horse, of vast size, with golden mane
tossing round his neck; and quickly from his limbs he shook off abundant
spray and started on his course, with feet like the wind. And at once
Peleus rejoiced and spake among the throng of his comrades:

(ll. 1370-1379) "I deem that Poseidon