705Then, remembering that the Teucrians took their origin from the blood of Teucer, they reached Crete, and could not long bear the climate of the place, and, leaving its hundred cities behind, they long to reach the Ausonian harbours: a storm rages and tosses the men, and when they had been received in the treacherous harbours of the Strophades, the winged Aello terrified them. 711And now they had sailed past the Dulichian harbours and Ithaca and Samos and the homes of Neritos, the kingdom of deceitful Ulysses: they see Ambracia, fought over in a dispute of gods, and the rock in the likeness of the transformed judge, now famous for Actian Apollo, and the land of Dodona, vocal with its oak, and the Chaonian bays, where the sons of the Molossian king escaped impious fires on wings set beneath them.
719They make for the nearby fields of the Phaeacians, planted with fruitful orchards; next Epirus, and Buthrotos, ruled by the Phrygian seer, and a counterfeit Troy are reached. 722Then, certain of the future, all of which Priam's son Helenus had foretold with faithful advice, they enter Sicania: it runs out into the sea in three points, of which Pachynos is turned towards the rainy south winds, Lilybaeum lies exposed to the soft west winds, and Pelorus looks towards the Bears that never touch the sea and towards the north wind. 728Here the Teucrians come in, and with oars and favouring tide at nightfall the fleet reaches the sand of Zancle.
730Scylla infests the right side, restless Charybdis the left: the one swallows ships she has seized and vomits them back, the other has her black belly girdled with savage dogs, bearing a maiden's face, and, if the poets have not left us everything invented, she was at one time also a maiden. 735Many suitors sought her; 735she, rejecting them, used to go to the nymphs of the sea, most dear to the sea-nymphs, and tell them of the young men's love she had eluded. 738While Galatea offers her hair to her to be combed, she addresses her with such words, sighing: 'You, at least, maiden, are wooed by no ungentle race of men, and you can refuse them, as you do, with impunity; 742but I, whose father is Nereus, whom sea-blue Doris bore, who am kept safe also by a crowd of sisters, could not escape the love of the Cyclops except through grief' — and tears stopped the voice of the speaker.
746When the maiden had wiped them away with her marble-white thumb and comforted the goddess, she said, 'Tell me, dearest one. 748And do not hide the cause of your grief (so trustworthy am I)!' 749The Nereid answered the daughter of Crataeis in turn with these words: