1219-1225) "Be not so fearful in spirit, my good friend.

For we are not so lacking in prowess as to be no match for Aeetes to try his strength with arms; but I deem that we too are cunning in war, we that go thither, near akin to the blood of the blessed gods.

Wherefore if he will not grant us the fleece of gold for friendship's sake, the tribes of the Colchians will not avail him, I ween." (ll.

1226-1230) Thus they addressed each other in turn, until again, satisfied with their feast, they turned to rest.

And when they rose at dawn a gentle breeze was blowing; and they raised the sails, which strained to the rush of the wind, and quickly they left behind the island of Ares.
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