They came at last to the shore of what seemed to be a wide inland sea. They set Argo down from off their over-wearied shoulders and they let her keel take water once more.
All salt and brackish was that water; they dipped their hands into and tasted the salt. Orpheus was able to name the water they had come to; it was that lake that was called after Triton, the son of Nereus, the ancient one of the sea. They set up an altar and they made sacrifices in thanksgiving to the gods.
They had come to water at last, but now they had to seek for other water--for the sweet water that they could drink. All around them they looked, but they saw no sign of a spring. And then they felt a wind blow upon them--a wind that had in it not the dust of the desert but the fragrance of growing things. Toward w
