Yet the Talaïds gave for a pledge of alliance the woman destined her lord to betray,
Eriphyle, to Oikles’ son; and now of the bright-haired Danaans greatest were they;
And leading a valorous host of men on a march ill-omened to Thebes they departed,
To the burg seven-gated: but Kronos’ Son would speed them not from their home to fare
In their madness of heart, but hurling the flickering levin he bade from the journey forbear.