Now Cyzicus, the songs
say, welcomed the heroes; for his father had been one of Cheiron's
scholars; so he welcomed them, and feasted them, and stored their ship
with corn and wine, and cloaks and rugs, the songs say, and shirts, of
which no doubt they stood in need.
But at night, while they lay sleeping, came down on them terrible men,
who lived with the bears in the mountains, like Titans or giants in
shape; for each of them had six arms, and they fought with young firs
and pines. But Heracles killed them all before morn with his deadly
poisoned arrows; but among them, in the darkness, he slew Cyzicus the
kindly prince.
Then they got to their ship and to their oars, and Tiphys bade them cast
off the hawsers, and go to sea. But as he spoke a whirlwind came, and
spun the Argo round, and twisted the hawsers together, so that no man
could loose them. Then Tiphys dropped the rudder from his hand, and
cried, "This comes from the Gods above." But Jason went forward, and
asked counsel of the magic bough.
Then the magic bough spoke and answered: "This is because you have
slain Cyzicus your friend. You must appease his soul, or you will never
leave this shore."
Jason went back sadly, and told the heroes what he had heard. And they
leapt on shore, and searched till dawn; and at dawn they found the body,
all rolled in dust and blood, among the corpses of those monstrous
beasts.
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