round it. There Cottus, Briareus, and Gyes
stay, guarding them.

And there, too, is the home of Night. Night and Day meet each other at
that place, as they pass a threshold of bronze. They draw near and they
greet one another, but the house never holds them both together, for
while one is about to go down into the house, the other is leaving
through the door. One holds Light in her hand and the other holds in
her arms Sleep.

There the children of dark Night have their dwellings--Sleep, and
Death, his brother. The sun never shines upon these two. Sleep may roam
over the wide earth, and come upon the sea, and he is kindly to men.
But Death is not kindly, and whoever he seizes upon, him he holds fast.

There, too, stands the hall of the lord of the Underworld, Aidoneus,
the brother of Zeus. Zeus gave him the Underworld to be his dominion
when he shared amongst the Olympians the world that Cronos had ruled
over. A fearful hound guards the hall of Aidoneus: Cerberus he is
called; he has three heads. On those who go within that hall Cerberus
fawns, but on those who would come out of it he springs and would
devour them.

Not all the Titans did Zeus send down to Tartarus. Those of them who
had wisdom joined him, and by their wisdom Zeus was able to overcome
Cronos. Then Cronos went to live with the friendly Titan gods, while
Zeus reigned over Olympus, becoming the ruler of gods and men.

So Orpheus sang, Orpheus who knew the ways and the histories of the
gods.

VI. POLYDEUCES' VICTORY AND HERACLES' LOSS

All the places that the Argonauts came nigh to and went past need not
be told--Meliboea, where they escaped a stormy beach; Homole, from
where they were able to look on Ossa and holy Olympus; Lemnos, the
island that they were to return to; the unnamed country where the
Earth-born Men abide, each having six arms, two growing from his
shoulders, and four fitting close to his terrible sides; and then the
Mountain of the Bears, where they climbed, to make sacrifice there to
Rhea, the mighty mother of the gods.

Afterward, for a whole day, no wind blew and the sail of the Argo hung
slack. But the heroes swore to each other that they would make their
ship go as swiftly as if the storm-footed steeds of Poseidon were
racing to overtake her. Mightily they labored at the oars, and no one
would be first to leave his rower's bench.

And then, just as the breeze of the evening came up, and just as the
rest of the heroes we