But Jason sat upon the earth as he gazed around, and thus cried: (ll.

1333-1336) "Be gracious, noble goddesses of the desert, yet the saying about our return I understand not clearly.

Surely I will gather together my comrades and tell them, if haply we can find some token of our escape, for the counsel of many is better." (ll.

1337-1346) He spake, and leapt to his feet, and shouted afar to his comrades, all squalid with dust, like a lion when he roars through the woodland seeking his mate; and far off in the mountains the glens tremble at the thunder of his voice; and the oxen of the field and the herdsmen shudder with fear; yet to them Jason's voice was no whit terrible the voice of a comrade calling to his friends.

And with looks downcast they gathered near, and hard by where the ship lay he made them sit down in their grief and the women with them, and addressed them and told them everything: (ll.