Thus they addressed one another in turn until, once again replenished by a meal, they went to sleep.
And when they arose at dawn, a fresh breeze was blowing. They hoisted the sail, which stretched taut under the rush of the wind, and they soon left behind the island of Ares. The following night they passed the island of Philyra. It was there that Uranus’ son Cronus—when he ruled over the Titans on Olympus and Zeus was still being raised in the Cretan cave by the Idaean Curetes—deceived Rhea and lay with Philyra. When the goddess surprised them in the midst of their lovemaking, he leapt out of bed and ran off in the form of a long-maned horse. Out of shame, Philyra, Ocean’s daughter, left that region and its dwellings and came to the high mountains of the Pelasgians,104 where she bore prodigious Cheiron, partly like a horse and partly like a god, because of the alteration during intercourse.
From there they sailed past the Macrones, the vast land of the Becheirians, the savage Sapeires, and, beyond them, the Byzeres, for they were ever plowing their way rapidly, borne on by a gentle wind. And then, as they proceeded, the end of the Black Sea came into view, and then, rising above the horizon were the steep cliffs of the Caucasus mountains, where Prometheus, his limbs bound fast to the hard cliffs by unbreakable bronze bonds, fed his liver to an eagle ever flying back to him. They saw it at dusk flying with a loud whirr above the top of the ship near the clouds,