Crataeis

For if thou tarried to do on thine armour by the cliff, I fear lest once again she sally forth and catch at thee with so many heads, and seize as many men as before.

So drive past with all thy force, and call on Crataiis, mother of Scylla, which bore her for a bane to mortals; and she will then let her from darting forth thereafter.

Then thou shalt come unto the isle Thrinacia.

There are many kine of Helios and his brave flocks feeding: seven herds of kine, and as many goodly flocks of sheep, and fifty in each flock.