So the heroes trembled,
for all their courage, as they came into that wild Black Sea, and saw it
stretching out before them, without a shore, as far as eye could see.
And first Orpheus spoke, and warned them: "We shall come now to the
wandering blue rocks; my mother warned me of them, Calliope, the
immortal muse."
And soon they saw the blue rocks shining, like spires and castles of
gray glass, while an ice-cold wind blew from them, and chilled all the
heroes' hearts. And as they neared, they could see them heaving, as they
rolled upon the long sea waves, crashing and grinding together, till the
roar went up to heaven. The sea sprang up in spouts between them, and
swept round them in white sheets of foam; but their heads swung nodding
high in air, while the wind whistled shrill among the crags.
The heroes' hearts sank within them, and they lay upon their oars in
fear; but Orpheus called to Tiphys the helmsman: "Between them we must
pass; so look ahead for an opening, and be brave, for Hera is with us."
But Tiphys the cunning helmsman stood silent, clenching his teeth, till
he saw a heron come flying mast high toward the rocks, and hover awhile
before them, as if looking for a passage through. Then he cried, "Hera
has sent us a pilot; let us follow the cunning bird."
Then the heron flapped to and fro a moment, till he saw a hidden gap,
and into it he rushed like an arrow, while the heroes watched what would
befall.
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