awn both sides perceived the fatal and cureless error; and bitter grief
seized the Minyan heroes when they saw before them Cyzicus son of Aeneus
fallen in the midst of dust and blood. And for three whole days they
lamented and rent their hair, they and the Doliones. Then three times
round his tomb they paced in armour of bronze and performed funeral
rites and celebrated games, as was meet, upon the meadow-plain, where
even now rises the mound of his grave to be seen by men of a later day.
No, nor was his bride Cleite left behind her dead husband, but to crown
the ill she wrought an ill yet more awful, when she clasped a noose
round her neck. Her death even the nymphs of the grove bewailed; and of
all the tears for her that they shed to earth from their eyes the
goddesses made a fountain, which they call Cleite,[1] the illustrious
name of the hapless maid. Most terrible came that day from Zeus upon the
Doliones, women and men; for no one of them dared even to taste food,
nor for a long time by reason of grief did they take thought for the
toil of the cornmill, but they dragged on their lives eating their food
as it was, untouched by fire. Here even now, when the Ionians that dwell
in Cyzicus pour their yearly libations for the dead, they ever grind the
meal for the sacrificial cakes at the common mill.[2]

[Footnote 1: Cleite means illustrious.]

[Footnote 2: i.e. to avoid grinding it at home.]

After this, fierce tempests arose for twelve days and nights together
and kept them there from sailing. But in the next night the rest of the
chieftains, overcome by sleep, were resting during the latest period of
the night, while Acastus and Mopsus the son of Ampycus kept guard over
their deep slumbers. And above the golden head of Aeson's son there
hovered a halcyon prophesying with shrill voice the ceasing of the
stormy winds; and Mopsus heard and understood the cry of the bird of the
shore, fraught with good omen. And some god made it turn aside, and
flying aloft it settled upon the stern-ornament of the ship. And the
seer touched Jason as he lay wrapped in soft sheepskins and woke him at
once, and thus spake:

"Son of Aeson, thou must climb to this temple on rugged Dindymum and
propitiate the mother[1] of all the blessed gods on her fair throne, and
the stormy blasts shall cease. For such was the voice I heard but now
from the halcyon, bird of the sea, which, as as it flew above thee in
thy slumber, told me all. For by he