The next day, in the morning, the Argonauts landed on the shores of Bithynia. They were not greeted there as hospitably as in Cyzicus. In Bithynia, on the seashore, lived the Bebriks, ruled by King Amik. He was proud of his gigantic strength and fame as an invincible fist fighter. The cruel king forced all the strangers to fight with himself and mercilessly killed them with a mighty blow of his fist. Amik greeted the Argonauts with ridicule; he called the great heroes vagabonds and challenged the strongest of them to battle, if only one of them dared to measure their strength with him. The heroes were angry. From their midst came the young son of Zeus and Leda, Polydeuces. He calmly accepted the challenge of the king of the Bebriks. Like a formidable Typhon, Amik stood in his black cloak and with a huge club on his shoulders in front of Polydeuces. He looked at Polidevka with a gloomy gaze; and he stood in front of Amik, shining like a star with his beauty. The soldiers prepared for battle. Amik threw his fist belts to the ground[1]. Without choosing, Polidevk picked up the nearest straps and tied his hand. The battle has begun. Like an angry bull, the king of the Bebriks rushed at Polidevka. Polidevk deftly repelled his blows, without retreating a single step under the onslaught of Amik. The battle paused for a moment so that the fighters could catch their breath. Now they are fighting again, and blows are raining down one after another. Amik swung and was about to deal Polidevka a terrible blow to the head, but the young hero dodged and dealt Amik such a blow to the ear that he shattered his skull bone. In his death throes, Amik fell to the ground. The Argonauts greeted the victor Polidevka with loud shouts.
When the Bebriks saw that their king had been killed, they attacked Polydeuces. The first two were thrown to the ground by Polydeuces himself with blows of his fist. The Argonauts grabbed their weapons and rushed into battle with the Bebriks. The heavy ax of Ankey whistled like a whirlwind in the ranks of the bebriks, one after another Castor struck them down with a sparkling sword. Heroes fight like lions. The bebriks fled. The heroes pursued them for a long time. They returned to the seashore with rich booty. The victors feasted all night on the shore, and the victorious song of Orpheus sounded loudly. To the sounds of his golden cithara, he glorified the young conqueror of the Bebrik king Amik, the beautiful Polydeuces, the son of the thunderer Zeus.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru