f Asia bringing the girdle of warlike Hippolyte; and me he
found with the down just growing on my cheeks. And here, when my brother
Priolas was slain by the Mysians--my brother, whom ever since the people
lament with most piteous dirges--he entered the lists with Titias in
boxing and slew him, mighty Titias, who surpassed all the youths in
beauty and strength; and he dashed his teeth to the ground. Together
with the Mysians he subdued beneath my father's sway the Phrygians also,
who inhabit the lands next to us, and he made his own the tribes of the
Bithynians and their land, as far as the mouth of Rhebas and the peak of
Colone; and besides them the Paphlagonians of Pelops yielded just as
they were, even all those round whom the dark water of Billaeus breaks.
But now the Bebrycians and the insolence of Amycus have robbed me, since
Heracles dwells far away, for they have long been cutting off huge
pieces of my land until they have set their bounds at the meadows of
deep-flowing Hypius. Nevertheless, by your hands have they paid the
penalty; and it was not without the will of heaven, I trow, that he
brought war on the Bebrycians this day--he, the son of Tyndareus, when
he slew that champion. Wherefore whatever requital I am now able to pay,
gladly will I pay it, for that is the rule for weaker men when the
stronger begin to help them. So with you all, and in your company, I bid
Dascylus my son follow; and if he goes, you will find all men friendly
that ye meet on your way through the sea even to the mouth of the river
Thermodon. And besides that, to the sons of Tyndareus will I raise a
lofty temple on the Acherusian height, which all sailors shall mark far
across the sea and shall reverence; and hereafter for them will I set
apart outside the city, as for gods, some fertile fields of the
well-tilled plain."

Thus all day long they revelled at the banquet. But at dawn they hied
down to the ship in haste; and with them went Lycus himself, when he had
given them countless gifts to bear away; and with them he sent forth his
son from his home.

And here his destined fate smote Idmon, son of Abas, skilled in
soothsaying; but not at all did his soothsaying save him, for necessity
drew him on to death. For in the mead of the reedy river there lay,
cooling his flanks and huge belly in the mud, a white-tusked boar, a
deadly monster, whom even the nymphs of the marsh dreaded, and no man
knew it; but all alone he was feeding in the