And they stood at the entrance, marvelling at the king's courts and the wide gates and columns which rose in ordered lines round the walls; and high up on the palace a coping of stone rested on brazen triglyphs.

And silently they crossed the threshold.

And close by garden vines covered with green foliage were in full bloom, lifted high in air.

And beneath them ran four fountains, ever-flowing, which Hephaestus had delved out.
One was gushing with milk, one with wine, while the third flowed with fragrant oil; and the fourth ran with water, which grew warm at the setting of the Pleiads, and in turn at their rising bubbled forth from the hollow rock, cold as crystal.

Such then were the wondrous works that the craftsman-god Hephaestus had fashioned in the palace of Cytaean Aeetes.