But when they now had reached the crossing-place Of Xanthus, full of eddies, pleasant stream, The progeny of ever-living Jove, They lifted out the hero from the car, And laid him on the ground, and on him poured Water, at which his breath and sight returned. He sat upon his knees, and from his throat Gave forth the purple blood, and then he fell Back to the ground, and darkness veiled his eyes, For still his senses felt the stunning blow.