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 her power the winds and the sea and all the earth below and the snowy seat of Olympus are complete; and to her, when from the mountains she ascends the mighty heaven, Zeus himself, the son of Cronos, gives place.  In like manner the rest of the immortal blessed ones reverence the dread goddess.”

[Footnote 1:  Rhea.]