And the blue rocks clashed together as the bird fled swiftly through;
but they struck but a feather from his tail, and then rebounded apart at
the shock.
Then Tiphys cheered the heroes, and they shouted; and the oars bent like
withes beneath their strokes, as they rushed between those toppling ice
crags, and the cold blue lips of death. And ere the rocks could meet
again they had passed them, and were safe out in the open sea.
And after that they sailed on wearily along the Asian coast, by the
Black Cape and Thyneis, where the hot stream of Thymbris falls into the
sea, and Sangarius, whose waters float on the Euxine, till they came to
Wolf the river, and to Wolf the kindly king. And there died two brave
heroes, Idmon and Tiphys the wise helmsman; one died of an evil
sickness, and one a wild boar slew. So the heroes heaped a mound above
them, and set upon it an oar on high, and left them there to sleep
together, on the far-off Lycian shore. But Idas killed the boar, and
avenged Tiphys; and Ancaios took the rudder and was helmsman, and
steered them on toward the east.
And they went on past Sinope, and many a mighty river's mouth, and past
many a barbarous tribe, and the cities of the Amazons, the warlike women
of the East, till all night they heard the clank of anvils and the roar
of furnace blasts, and the forge fires shone like sparks through the
darkness, in the mountain glens aloft; for they were come to the shores
of the Chalybes, the smiths who never tire, but serve Ares the cruel War
god, forging weapons day and night.
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