{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_40622/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_40622","id":"gutenberg_40622","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/40622","summary":null,"tags":["Category: British Literature","Category: Historical Novels","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Latin poetry -- Adaptations","Virgil -- Adaptations"],"text":"STORIES FROM VIRGIL\n\n                      BY THE\n            REV. ALFRED J. CHURCH, M.A.\n\n  _Head Master of King Edward's School, Retford_;\n          AUTHOR OF \"STORIES FROM HOMER.\"\n\n\n          WITH TWENTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS\n              FROM PINELLI'S DESIGNS\n\n\n                 _FIFTH THOUSAND._\n\n\n     SEELEY, JACKSON, & HALLIDAY, FLEET STREET\n                LONDON. MDCCCLXXIX.\n\n             (_All Rights Reserved._)\n\n\n        UNWIN BROTHERS, THE GRESHAM PRESS,\n               CHILWORTH AND LONDON.\n\n\n\n\n  [Illustration: THE FLIGHT FROM TROY.]\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS.\n\n\n     CHAP.                                                   PAGE\n        I. THE HORSE OF WOOD                                    1\n\n       II. THE SACK OF TROY                                    10\n\n      III. \u00c6NEAS AND ANCHISES                                  20\n\n       IV. POLYDORUS--DELOS--CRETE--THE HARPIES                29\n\n        V. KING HELENUS--THE CYCLOPS                           39\n\n       VI. THE SHIPWRECK                                       52\n\n      VII. CARTHAGE                                            58\n\n     VIII. DIDO                                                68\n\n       IX. THE LOVE AND DEATH OF DIDO                          78\n\n        X. THE FUNERAL GAMES OF ANCHISES                       96\n\n       XI. THE FUNERAL GAMES (CONTINUED)                      107\n\n      XII. THE BURNING OF THE SHIPS--THE VOYAGE TO ITALY      115\n\n     XIII. THE SIBYL                                          124\n\n      XIV. THE DWELLINGS OF THE DEAD                          132\n\n       XV. KING LATINUS                                       149\n\n      XVI. THE WRATH OF JUNO                                  159\n\n     XVII. THE GATHERING OF THE CHIEFS                        167\n\n    XVIII. KING EVANDER                                       173\n\n      XIX. THE ARMS OF \u00c6NEAS                                  181\n\n       XX. NISUS AND EURYALUS                                 190\n\n      XXI. THE BATTLE AT THE CAMP                             202\n\n     XXII. THE BATTLE ON THE SHORE                            210\n\n    XXIII. THE COUNCIL                                        226\n\n     XXIV. THE BATTLE AT THE CITY                             235\n\n      XXV. THE BROKEN TREATY                                  245\n\n     XXVI. THE DEATH OF TURNUS                                253\n\n\n\n\nLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.\n\n\n    THE FLIGHT FROM TROY                           _Frontispiece_\n\n    LAOCO\u00d6N                                                     8\n\n    \u00c6NEAS AND HELEN                                            20\n\n    \u00c6NEAS AND THE SHADE OF CRE\u00dcSA                              26\n\n    THE HARPIES                                                36\n\n    JUNO AND \u00c6OLUS                                             54\n\n    NEPTUNE STILLING THE WAVES                                 56\n\n    DIDO AND THE FALSE ASCANIUS                                76\n\n    DIDO ON THE FUNERAL PILE                                   94\n\n    ENTELLUS KILLING THE BULL                                 110\n\n    CHARON AND THE GHOSTS                                     134\n\n    CERBERUS                                                  136\n\n    \u00c6NEAS AND THE SHADE OF DIDO                               138\n\n    THE FURY AT THE FEAST                                     142\n\n    TURNUS OVER THE BODIES OF ALMO AND GAL\u00c6SUS                168\n\n    \u00c6NEAS AND TIBER                                           174\n\n    HERCULES AND CACUS                                        178\n\n    VULCAN AND THE CYCLOP\u00c9S                                   186\n\n    IRIS APPEARING TO TURNUS                                  190\n\n    NISUS AND EURYALUS                                        198\n\n    THE MOTHER OF EURYALUS RECEIVING THE NEWS OF HIS DEATH    200\n\n    \u00c6NEAS AND THE BODY OF LAUSUS                              222\n\n    CAMILLA AND THE SON OF AUNUS                              240\n\n    THE DEATH OF CAMILLA                                      242\n\n\n\n\n  TO THE HONOURED MEMORY\n\n            OF\n\n      JOHN CONINGTON\n\n  THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED.\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE.\n\n\nThe favour with which the public received \"Stories from Homer\" has\nencouraged me to deal in the same way with the \u00c6neid. I have found it\na difficult task, and I must ask the indulgence of my readers, who\nwill certainly miss, not only the freshness and simplicity of the\ngreat Greek epic, but those chief characteristics of Virgil, his\nsupreme mastery of expression and the splendour of his style. I beg\nthem to remember that I do not attempt to translate my original, that\nwhile I add nothing (except, in a very few instances, an explanatory\nphrase), I am constrained to leave out much; and that what I leave\nout, or, at the most, very inadequately render, will often be found to\nbe that which they have been accustomed most to admire in the\npoet,--his brilliant rhetoric, his philosophy, his imagination, and\nhis pathos. My chief aim has been to represent to English readers the\nnarrative, the interest of which is, perhaps, scarcely appreciated.\n\nThe illustrations (with the exception of the second, which is taken\nfrom a photograph of the antique) have been adapted from a series of\ndesigns, published early in this century, by Pinelli, a Roman artist\n(1781-1835), who acquired a considerable reputation among his\ncountrymen, especially for the power of representing energetic action.\nI may be allowed to express my great obligations to the pains and\nskill (to which indeed this volume is otherwise much indebted) which\nhave been used in making these designs available for the present\npurpose.\n\n    RETFORD,\n      _September 25, 1878._\n\n\n\n\nSTORIES FROM VIRGIL.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nTHE HORSE OF WOOD.\n\n\nFor ten years King Agamemnon and the men of Greece laid siege to Troy.\nBut though sentence had gone forth against the city, yet the day of\nits fall tarried, because certain of the gods loved it well and\ndefended it, as Apollo, and Mars, the God of war, and Father Jupiter\nhimself. Wherefore Minerva put it into the heart of Epeius, Lord of\nthe Isles, that he should make a cunning device wherewith to take the\ncity. Now the device was this: he made a great Horse of wood, feigning\nit to be a peace offering to Minerva, that the Greeks might have a\nsafe return to their homes. In the belly of this there hid themselves\ncertain of the bravest of the chiefs, as Menela\u00fcs, and Ulysses, and\nThoas the \u00c6tolian, and Machaon, the great physician, and Pyrrhus, son\nof Achilles (but Achilles himself was dead, slain by Paris, Apollo\nhelping, even as he was about to take the city), and others also, and\nwith them Epeius himself. But the rest of the people made as if they\nhad departed to their homes; only they went not further than Tenedos,\nwhich was an island near to the coast.\n\nGreat joy was there in Troy when it was noised abroad that the men of\nGreece had departed. The gates were opened, and the people went forth\nto see the plain and the camp. And one said to another, as they went,\n\"Here they set the battle in array, and there were the tents of the\nfierce Achilles, and there lay the ships.\" And some stood and\nmarvelled at the great peace-offering to Minerva, even the Horse of\nwood. And Thym\u0153tes, who was one of the elders of the city, was the\nfirst who advised that it should be brought within the walls and set\nin the citadel. But whether he gave this counsel out of a false heart,\nor because the Gods would have it so, no man knows. And Capys, and\nothers with him, said that it should be drowned in water, or burned\nwith fire, or that men should pierce it and see whether there were\naught within. And the people were divided, some crying one thing and\nsome another. Then came forward the priest Laoco\u00f6n, and a great\ncompany with him, crying, \"What madness is this? Think ye that the men\nof Greece are indeed departed, or that there is any profit in their\ngifts? Surely, there are armed men in this mighty Horse; or haply they\nhave made it that they may look down upon our walls. Touch it not, for\nas for these men of Greece, I fear them, even though they bring gifts\nin their hands.\"\n\nAnd as he spake he cast his great spear at the Horse, so that it\nsounded again. But the Gods would not that Troy should be saved.\n\nMeanwhile there came certain shepherds, dragging with them one whose\nhands were bound behind his back. He had come forth to them, they\nsaid, of his own accord, when they were in the field. And first the\nyoung men gathered about him mocking him, but when he cried aloud,\n\"What place is left for me, for the Greeks suffer me not to live, and\nthe men of Troy cry for vengeance upon me?\" they rather pitied him,\nand bade him speak, and say whence he came and what he had to tell.\n\nThen the man spake, turning to King Priam: \"I will speak the truth,\nwhatever befall me. My name is Sinon, and I deny not that I am a\nGreek. Haply thou hast heard the name of Palamedes, whom the Greeks\nslew, but now, being dead, lament; and the cause was that, because he\ncounselled peace, men falsely accused him of treason. Now, of this\nPalamedes I was a poor kinsman, and followed him to Troy. And when he\nwas dead, through the false witness of Ulysses, I lived in great grief\nand trouble, nor could I hold my peace, but sware that if ever I came\nback to Argos I would avenge me of him that had done this deed. Then\ndid Ulysses seek occasion against me, whispering evil things, nor\nrested till at the last, Calchas the soothsayer helping him--but what\nprofit it that I should tell these things? For doubtless ye hold one\nGreek to be even as another. Wherefore slay me, and doubtless ye will\ndo a pleasure to Ulysses and the sons of Atreus.\"\n\nThen they bade him tell on, and he said,--\n\n\"Often would the Greeks have fled to their homes, being weary of the\nwar, but still the stormy sea hindered them. And when this Horse that\nye see had been built, most of all did the dreadful thunder roll from\nthe one end of the heaven to the other. Then the Greeks sent one who\nshould inquire of Apollo; and Apollo answered them thus: 'Men of\nGreece, even as ye appeased the winds with blood when ye came to Troy,\nso must ye appease them with blood now that ye would go from thence.'\nThen did men tremble to think on whom the doom should fall, and\nUlysses, with much clamour, drew forth Calchas the soothsayer into the\nmidst, and bade him say who it was that the Gods would have as a\nsacrifice. Then did many forebode evil for me. Ten days did the\nsoothsayer keep silence, saying that he would not give any one to\ndeath. But then, for in truth the two had planned the matter\nbeforehand, he spake, appointing me to die. And to this thing they all\nagreed, each being glad to turn to another that which he feared for\nhimself. But when the day was come, and all things were ready, the\nsalted meal for the sacrifice and the garlands, lo! I burst my bonds\nand fled, and hid myself in the sedges of a pool, waiting till they\nshould have set sail, if haply that might be. But never shall I see\ncountry, or father, or children again. For doubtless on these will\nthey take vengeance for my flight. Only do thou, O king, have pity on\nme, who have suffered many things, and yet have harmed no man.\"\n\nAnd King Priam had pity on him, and bade them loose his bonds, saying,\n\"Whoever thou art, forget now thy country. Henceforth thou art one of\nus. But tell me true: why made they this huge Horse? Who contrived it?\nWhat seek they by it? to please the Gods or to further their siege?\"\n\nThen said Sinon, and as he spake he stretched his hands to the sky, \"I\ncall you to witness, ye everlasting fires of heaven, that with good\nright I now break my oath of fealty and reveal the secrets of my\ncountrymen. Listen then, O king. All our hope has ever been in the\nhelp of Minerva. But, from the day when Diomed and Ulysses dared,\nhaving bloody hands, to snatch her image from her holy place in Troy,\nher face was turned from us. Well do I remember how the eyes of the\nimage, well-nigh before they had set it in the camp, blazed with\nwrath, and how the salt sweat stood upon its limbs, aye, and how it\nthrice leapt from the ground, shaking shield and spear. Then Calchas\ntold us that we must cross the seas again, and seek at home fresh\nomens for our war. And this, indeed, they are doing even now, and will\nreturn anon. Also the soothsayer said, 'Meanwhile ye must make the\nlikeness of a Horse, to be a peace-offering to Minerva. And take heed\nthat ye make it huge of bulk, so that the men of Troy may not receive\nit into their gates, nor bring it within their walls, and get safety\nfor themselves thereby. For if,' he said, 'the men of Troy harm this\nimage at all, they shall surely perish; but if they bring it into\ntheir city, then shall Asia lay siege hereafter to the city of Pelops,\nand our children shall suffer the doom which we would fain have\nbrought on Troy.'\"\n\nThese words wrought much on the men of Troy, and as they pondered on\nthem, lo! the Gods sent another marvel to deceive them. For while\nLaoco\u00f6n, the priest of Neptune, was slaying a bull at the altar of\nhis god, there came two serpents across the sea from Tenedos, whose\nheads and necks, whereon were thick manes of hair, were high above the\nwaves, and many scaly coils trailed behind in the waters. And when\nthey reached the land they still sped forward. Their eyes were red as\nblood and blazed with fire, and their forked tongues hissed loud for\nrage. Then all the men of Troy grew pale with fear and fled away, but\nthese turned not aside this way or that, seeking Laoco\u00f6n where he\nstood. And first they wrapped themselves about his little sons, one\nserpent about each, and began to devour them. And when the father\nwould have given help to his children, having a sword in his hand,\nthey seized upon himself, and bound him fast with their folds. Twice\nthey compassed about his body, and twice his neck, lifting their heads\nfar above him. And all the while he strove to tear them away with his\nhands, his priest's garlands dripping with blood. Nor did he cease to\ncry horribly aloud, even as a bull bellows when after an ill stroke of\nthe axe it flees from the altar. But when their work was done, the two\nglided to the citadel of Minerva, and hid themselves beneath the\nfeet and the shield of the goddess. And men said one to another, \"Lo!\nthe priest Laoco\u00f6n has been judged according to his deeds; for he cast\nhis spear against this holy thing, and now the Gods have slain him.\"\nThen all cried out together that the Horse of wood must be drawn to\nthe citadel. Whereupon they opened the Sc\u00e6an Gate, and pulled down the\nwall that was thereby, and put rollers under the feet of the Horse,\nand joined ropes thereto. So, in much joy, they drew it into the city,\nyouths and maidens singing about it the while, and laying their hands\nto the ropes with great gladness. And yet there wanted not signs and\ntokens of evil to come. Four times it halted on the threshold of the\ngate, and men might have heard a clashing of arms within. Cassandra\nalso opened her mouth, prophesying evil: but no man heeded her, for\nthat was ever the doom upon her, not to be believed speaking truth. So\nthe men of Troy drew the Horse into the city. And that night they kept\na feast to all the Gods with great joy, not knowing that the last day\nof the great city had come.\n\n  [Illustration: LAOCO\u00d6N.]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nTHE SACK OF TROY.\n\n\nBut when night was now fully come, and the men of Troy lay asleep, lo!\nfrom the ship of King Agamemnon there rose up a flame for a signal to\nthe Greeks; and these straightway manned their ships, and made across\nthe sea from Tenedos, there being a great calm, and the moon also\ngiving them light. Sinon likewise opened a secret door that was in the\ngreat Horse, and the chiefs issued forth therefrom, and opened the\ngates of the city, slaying those that kept watch.\n\nMeanwhile there came a vision to \u00c6neas, who now, Hector being dead,\nwas the chief hope and stay of the men of Troy. It was Hector's self\nthat he seemed to see, but not such as he had seen him coming back\nrejoicing with the arms of Achilles, or setting fire to the ships, but\neven as he lay after that Achilles dragged him at his chariot wheels,\ncovered with dust and blood, his feet swollen and pierced through with\nthongs. To him said \u00c6neas, not knowing what he said, \"Why hast thou\ntarried so long? Much have we suffered waiting for thee! And what\ngrief hath marked thy face? and whence these wounds?\"\n\nBut to this the spirit answered nothing, but said, groaning the while,\n\"Fly, son of Venus, fly, and save thee from these flames. The enemy is\nin the walls, and Troy hath utterly perished. If any hand could have\nsaved our city, this hand had done so. Thou art now the hope of Troy.\nTake then her Gods, and flee with them for company, seeking the city\nthat thou shalt one day build across the sea.\"\n\nAnd now the alarm of battle came nearer and nearer, and \u00c6neas, waking\nfrom sleep, climbed upon the roof, and looked on the city. As a\nshepherd stands, and sees a fierce flame sweeping before the south\nwind over the corn-fields or a flood rushing down from the mountains,\nso he stood. And as he looked, the great palace of De\u00efphobus sank down\nin the fire, and the house of Ucalegon, that was hard by, blazed\nforth, till the sea by Sige\u00fcm shone with the light. Then, scarce\nknowing what he sought, he girded on his armour, thinking, perchance,\nthat he might yet win some place of vantage, or, at the least, might\navenge himself on the enemy, or find honour in his death. But as he\npassed from out of his house there met him Panthus, the priest of\nApollo that was on the citadel, who cried to him, \"O \u00c6neas, the glory\nis departed from Troy, and the Greeks have the mastery in the city;\nfor armed men are coming forth from the great Horse of wood, and\nthousands also swarm in at the gates, which Sinon hath treacherously\nopened.\" And as he spake others came up under the light of the moon,\nas Hypanis, and Dymas, and young Cor\u0153bus, who had but newly come to\nTroy, seeking Cassandra to be his wife. To whom \u00c6neas spake: \"If ye\nare minded, my brethren, to follow me to the death, come on. For how\nthings fare this night ye see. The Gods who were the stay of this city\nhave departed from it; nor is aught remaining to which we may bring\nsuccour. Yet can we die as brave men in battle. And haply he that\ncounts his life to be lost may yet save it.\" Then, even as ravening\nwolves hasten through the mist seeking for prey, so they went through\nthe city, doing dreadful deeds. And for a while the men of Greece fled\nbefore them.\n\nFirst of all there met them Androgeos with a great company following\nhim, who, thinking them to be friends, said, \"Haste, comrades, why are\nye so late? We are spoiling this city of Troy, and ye are but newly\ncome from the ships.\" But forthwith, for they answered him not as he\nhad looked for, he knew that he had fallen among enemies. Then even as\none who treads upon a snake unawares among thorns, and flies from it\nwhen it rises angrily against him with swelling neck, so Androgeos\nwould have fled. But the men of Troy rushed on, and, seeing that they\nknew all the place, and that great fear was upon the Greeks, slew many\nmen. Then said Cor\u0153bus, \"We have good luck in this matter, my\nfriends. Come now, let us change our shields, and put upon us the\narmour of these Greeks. For whether we deal with our enemy by craft or\nby force, who will ask?\" Then he took to himself the helmet and shield\nof Androgeos, and also girded his sword upon him. In like manner did\nthe others, and thus going disguised among the Greeks slew many, so\nthat some again fled to the ships and some were fain to climb into the\nHorse of wood. But lo! men came dragging by the hair from the temple\nof Minerva the virgin Cassandra, whom when Cor\u0153bus beheld, and how\nshe lifted up her eyes to heaven (but as for her hands, they were\nbound with iron), he endured not the sight, but threw himself upon\nthose that dragged her, the others following him. Then did a grievous\nmischance befall them, for the men of Troy that stood upon the roof of\nthe temple cast spears against them, judging them to be enemies. The\nGreeks also, being wroth that the virgin should be taken from them,\nfought the more fiercely, and many who had before been put to flight\nin the city came against them, and prevailed, being indeed many\nagainst few. Then first of all fell Cor\u0153bus, being slain by Peneleus\nthe B\u0153otian, and Rhipeus also, the most righteous of all the sons of\nTroy. But the Gods dealt not with him after his righteousness. Hypanis\nalso was slain and Dymas, and Panthus escaped not for all that more\nthan other men he feared the Gods and was also the priest of Apollo.\n\nThen was \u00c6neas severed from the rest, having with him two only,\nIphitus and Pelias, Iphitus being an old man and Pelias sorely wounded\nby Ulysses. And these, hearing a great shouting, hastened to the\npalace of King Priam, where the battle was fiercer than in any place\nbeside. For some of the Greeks were seeking to climb the walls, laying\nladders thereto, whereon they stood, holding forth their shields with\ntheir left hands, and with their right grasping the roofs. And the men\nof Troy, on the other hand, being in the last extremity, tore down the\nbattlements and the gilded beams wherewith the men of old had adorned\nthe palace. Then \u00c6neas, knowing of a secret door whereby the unhappy\nAndromach\u00e9 in past days had been wont to enter, bringing her son\nAstyanax to his grandfather, climbed on to the roof, and joined\nhimself to those that fought therefrom. Now upon this roof there was a\ntower, whence all Troy could be seen, and the camp of the Greeks and\nthe ships. This the men of Troy loosened from its foundations with\nbars of iron, and thrust it over, so that it fell upon the enemy,\nslaying many of them. But not the less did others press forward,\ncasting the while stones and javelins and all that came to their\nhands.\n\nMeanwhile others sought to break down the gates of the palace,\nPyrrhus, son of Achilles, being foremost among them, clad in shining\narmour of bronze. Like to a serpent was he, which sleeps indeed during\nthe winter, but in the spring comes forth into the light, full fed on\nevil herbs, and, having cast his skin and renewed his youth, lifts his\nhead into the light of the sun and hisses with forked tongue. And with\nPyrrhus were tall Periphas, and Automedon, who had been armour-bearer\nto his father Achilles, and following them the youth of Scyros, which\nwas the kingdom of his grandfather Lycomedes. With a great battle-axe\nhe hewed through the doors, breaking down also the door-posts, though\nthey were plated with bronze, making, as it were, a great window,\nthrough which a man might see the palace within, the hall of King\nPriam, and of the kings who had reigned aforetime in Troy. But when\nthey that were within perceived it, there arose a great cry of women\nwailing aloud and clinging to the doors and kissing them. But ever\nPyrrhus pressed on, fierce and strong as ever was his father Achilles,\nnor could aught stand against him, either the doors or they that\nguarded them. Then, as a river bursts its banks and overflows the\nplain, so did the sons of Greece rush into the palace.\n\nBut old Priam, when he saw the enemy in his hall, girded on him his\narmour, which now by reason of old age he had long laid aside, and\ntook a spear in his hand, and would have gone against the adversary,\nonly Queen Hecuba called to him from where she sat. For she and her\ndaughters had fled to the great altar of the household Gods, and sat\ncrowded about it like unto doves that are driven by a storm. Now the\naltar stood in an open court that was in the midst of the palace, with\na great bay-tree above it. So when she saw Priam, how he had girded\nhimself with armour as a youth, she cried to him and said, \"What hath\nbewitched thee, that thou girdest thyself with armour? It is not the\nsword that shall help us this day; no, not though my own Hector were\nhere, but rather the Gods and their altars. Come hither to us, for\nhere thou wilt be safe, or at the least wilt die with us.\"\n\nSo she made the old man sit down in the midst. But lo! there came\nflying through the palace, Polites, his son, wounded to death by the\nspear of Pyrrhus, and Pyrrhus close behind him. And he, even as he\ncame into the sight of his father and his mother, fell dead upon the\nground. But when King Priam saw it he contained not himself, but cried\naloud, \"Now may the gods, if there be any justice in heaven,\nrecompense thee for this wickedness, seeing that thou hast not spared\nto slay the son before his father's eyes. Great Achilles, whom thou\nfalsely callest thy sire, did not thus to Priam, though he was an\nenemy, but reverenced right and truth, and gave the body of Hector for\nburial, and sent me back to my city.\"\n\nAnd as he spake the old man cast a spear, but aimless and without\nforce, and that pierced not even the boss of the shield. Then said the\nson of Achilles, \"Go thou and tell my father of his unworthy son and\nall these evil deeds. And that thou mayest tell him, die!\" And as he\nspake he caught in his left hand the old man's white hair, and dragged\nhim, slipping the while in the blood of his own son, to the altar, and\nthen, lifting his sword high for a blow, drave it to the hilt in the\nold man's side. So King Priam, who had ruled mightily over many\npeoples and countries in the land of Asia, was slain that night,\nhaving first seen Troy burning about him, and his citadel laid even\nwith the ground. So was his carcass cast out upon the earth, headless,\nand without a name.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\n\u00c6NEAS AND ANCHISES.\n\n\nAll these things, indeed, \u00c6neas beheld, but could not bear help, being\none against many. But when the deed was done, and the old man lay\ndead, he bethought him of his father Anchises, and his wife Cre\u00fcsa,\nand of his little son Ascanius, and how he had left them without\ndefence at home. But as he turned to seek them, the night being now,\nby reason of many fires, as clear as the day, he espied Helen sitting\nin the temple of Vesta, where she had sought sanctuary; for she feared\nthe men of Troy, to whom she had brought ruin and destruction, and not\nless her own husband, whom she had deceived. Then was his wrath\nkindled, and he spake to himself, \"Shall this evil woman return safe\nto Sparta? Shall she see again her home and her children, with Trojan\nwomen forsooth to be her handmaidens? Shall Troy be burnt and King\nPriam be slain, and she take no harm? Not so; for though there be no\nglory to be won from such a deed, yet shall I satisfy myself, taking\nvengeance upon her for my kinsmen and my countrymen.\" But while he\nthought these things in his heart, lo! there appeared unto him Venus,\nhis mother, made manifest as he had never seen her before, as fair and\nas tall as the dwellers in heaven behold her. Then Venus spake thus,\n\"What meaneth all this rage, my son? Hast thou no care for me? Hast\nthou forgotten thy father Anchises, and thy wife, and thy little son?\nOf a surety the fire and the sword had consumed them long since but\nthat I cared for them and saved them. It is not Helen; no, nor Paris,\nthat hath laid low this great city of Troy, but the wrath of the Gods.\nSee now, for I will take away the mist that covers thine eyes; see how\nNeptune with his trident is overthrowing the walls and rooting up the\ncity from its foundations; and how Juno stands with spear and shield\nin the Sc\u00e6an Gate, and calls fresh hosts from the ships; and how\nPallas sits on the height with the storm-cloud about her and her\nGorgon shield; and how Father Jupiter himself stirs up the enemy\nagainst Troy. Fly, therefore, my son. I will not leave thee till thou\nshalt reach thy father's house.\" And as she spake she vanished in the\ndarkness.\n\n  [Illustration: \u00c6NEAS AND HELEN.]\n\nThen did \u00c6neas see dreadful forms and Gods who were the enemies of\nTroy, and before his eyes the whole city seemed to sink down into the\nfire. Even as a mountain oak upon the hills on which the woodmen ply\ntheir axes bows its head while all its boughs shake about it, till at\nlast, as blow comes after blow, with a mighty groan it falls crashing\ndown from the height, even so the city seemed to fall. Then did \u00c6neas\npass on his way, the goddess leading him, and the flames gave place to\nhim, and the javelins harmed him not.\n\nBut when he was come to his house he bethought him first of the old\nman his father; but when he would have carried him to the hills,\nAnchises would not, being loath to live in some strange country when\nTroy had perished. \"Nay,\" said he, \"fly ye who are strong and in the\nflower of your days. But as for me, if the Gods had willed that I\nshould live, they had saved this dwelling for me. Enough is it, yea,\nand more than enough, that once I have seen this city taken, and\nlived. Bid me, then, farewell as though I were dead. Death will I find\nfor myself. And truly I have long lingered here a useless stock and\nhated of the Gods since Jupiter smote me with the blast of his\nthunder.\"\n\nNor could the old man be moved from his purpose, though his son and\nhis son's wife, and even the child Ascanius, besought him with many\ntears that he should not make yet heavier the doom that was upon them.\nThen was \u00c6neas minded to go back to the battle and die. For what hope\nwas left? \"Thoughtest thou, my father,\" he cried, \"that I should flee\nand leave thee behind? What evil word is this that has fallen from thy\nlips? If the Gods will have it that nought of Troy should be left, and\nthou be minded that thou and thine should perish with the city, be it\nso. The way is easy; soon will Pyrrhus be here; Pyrrhus, red with\nPriam's blood; Pyrrhus, who slays the son before the face of the\nfather, and the father at the altar. Was it for this, kind Mother\nVenus, that thou broughtest me safe through fire and sword, to see\nthe enemy in my home, and my father and my wife and my son lying\nslaughtered together? Comrades, give me my arms, and take me back to\nthe battle. At the least I will die avenged.\"\n\nBut as he girded on his arms and would have departed from the house,\nhis wife Cre\u00fcsa caught his feet upon the threshold, staying him, and\nheld out the little Ascanius, saying, \"If thou goest to thy death,\ntake wife and child with thee; but if thou hopest aught from arms,\nguard first the house where thou hast father and wife and child.\"\n\nAnd lo! as she spake there befell a mighty marvel, for before the face\nof father and mother there was seen to shine a light on the head of\nthe boy Ascanius, and to play upon his waving hair and glitter on his\ntemples. And when they feared to see this thing, and would have\nstifled the flame or quenched it with water, the old man Anchises in\ngreat joy raised his eyes to heaven, and cried aloud, \"O Father\nJupiter, if prayer move thee at all, give thine aid and make this omen\nsure.\" And even as he spake the thunder rolled on his left hand, and a\nstar shot through the skies, leaving a long trail of light behind,\nand passed over the house-tops till it was hidden in the woods of Ida.\nThen the old man lifted himself up and did obeisance to the star, and\nsaid, \"I delay no more: whithersoever ye lead I will follow. Gods of\nmy country, save my house and my grandson. This omen is of you. And\nnow, my son, I refuse not to go.\"\n\nThen said \u00c6neas, and as he spake the fire came nearer, and the light\nwas clearer to see, and the heat more fierce, \"Climb, dear father, on\nmy shoulders; I will bear thee, nor grow weary with the weight. We\nwill be saved or perish together. The little Ascanius shall go with\nme, and my wife follow behind, not over near. And ye, servants of my\nhouse, hearken to me; ye mind how that to one who passes out of the\ncity there is a tomb and a temple of Ceres in a lonely place, and an\nancient cypress-tree hard by. There will we gather by divers ways. And\ndo thou, my father, take the holy images in thy hands, for as for me,\nwho have but newly come from battle, I may not touch them till I have\nwashed me in the running stream.\"\n\n  [Illustration: \u00c6NEAS AND THE SHADE OF CRE\u00dcSA.]\n\nAnd as he spake he put a cloak of lion's skin upon his shoulders, and\nthe old man sat thereon. Ascanius also laid hold of his hand, and\nCre\u00fcsa followed behind. So he went in much dread and trembling. For\nindeed before sword and spear of the enemy he had not feared, but now\nhe feared for them that were with him. But when he was come nigh unto\nthe gates, and the journey was well-nigh finished, there befell a\ngrievous mischance, for there was heard a sound as of many feet\nthrough the darkness; and the old man cried to him, \"Fly, my son, fly;\nthey are coming. I see the flashing of shields and swords.\" But as\n\u00c6neas hasted to go, Cre\u00fcsa his wife was severed from him. But whether\nshe wandered from the way or sat down in weariness, no man may say.\nOnly he saw her no more, nor knew her to be lost till, all his company\nbeing met at the temple of Ceres, she only was found wanting. Very\ngrievous did the thing seem to him, nor did he cease to cry out in his\nwrath against Gods and men. Also he bade his comrades have a care of\nhis father and his son, and of the household Gods, and girded him\nagain with arms, and so passed into the city. And first he went to the\nwall, and to the gate by which he had come forth, and then to his\nhouse, if haply she had returned thither. But there indeed the men\nof Greece were come, and the fire had well-nigh mastered it. And after\nthat he went to the citadel and to the palace of King Priam. And lo!\nin the porch of Juno's temple, Ph\u0153nix and Ulysses were keeping guard\nover the spoil, even the treasure of the temples, tables of the Gods,\nand solid cups of gold, and raiment, and a long array of them that had\nbeen taken captive, children and women. But not the less did he seek\nhis wife through all the streets of the city, yea, and called her\naloud by name. But lo! as he called, the image of her whom he sought\nseemed to stand before him, only greater than she had been while she\nwas yet alive. And the spirit spake, saying, \"Why art thou vainly\ntroubled? These things have not befallen us against the pleasure of\nthe Gods. The ruler of Olympus willeth not that Cre\u00fcsa should bear\nthee company in thy journey. For thou hast a long journey to take, and\nmany seas to cross, till thou come to the Hesperian shore, where\nLydian Tiber flows softly through a good land and a fertile. There\nshalt thou have great prosperity, and take to thyself a wife of royal\nrace. Weep not then for Cre\u00fcsa, whom thou lovest, nor think that I\nshall be carried away to be a bond-slave to some Grecian woman. Such\nfate befits not a daughter of Dardanus and daughter-in-law of Venus.\nThe mighty Mother of the Gods keepeth me in this land to serve her.\nAnd now, farewell, and love the young Ascanius, even thy son and\nmine.\"\n\nSo spake the spirit, and, when \u00c6neas wept and would have spoken,\nvanished out of his sight. Thrice he would have cast his arms about\nher neck, and thrice the image mocked him, being thin as air and\nfleeting as a dream. Then, the night being now spent, he sought his\ncomrades, and found with much joy and wonder that a great company of\nmen and women were gathered together, and were willing, all of them,\nto follow him whithersoever he went. And now the morning star rose\nover Mount Ida, and \u00c6neas, seeing that the Greeks held the city, and\nthat there was no longer any hope of succour, went his way to the\nmountains, taking with him his father.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV.\n\nPOLYDORUS--DELOS--CRETE--THE HARPIES.\n\n\nNow for what remained of that year (for it was the time of summer when\nTroy was taken), \u00c6neas, and they that were gathered to him, builded\nthemselves ships for the voyage, dwelling the while under Mount Ida;\nand when the summer was well-nigh come again the work was finished,\nand the old man Anchises commanded that they should tarry no longer.\nWhereupon they sailed, taking also their Gods with them.\n\nThere was a certain land of Thrace, which the god Mars loved beyond\nall other lands, whereof in time past the fierce Lycurgus, who would\nhave slain Bacchus, was king. Here, therefore, for the men of the land\nwere friendly, or, at the least, had been before evil days came upon\nTroy, \u00c6neas builded him a city, and called it after his own name. But,\nafter awhile, as he did sacrifice on a certain day to his mother,\neven Venus, that he might have a blessing on his work, slaying also a\nwhite bull to Jupiter, there befell a certain horrible thing. For hard\nby the place where he did sacrifice there was a little hill, with much\ncornel and myrtle upon it, whereto \u00c6neas coming would have plucked\nwands having leaves upon them, that he might cover therewith the\naltars. But lo! when he plucked a wand there dropped drops of blood\ntherefrom. Whereupon great fear came on him, and wonder also. And when\nseeking to know the cause of the thing he plucked other wands also,\nthere dropped blood even as before. Then, having prayed to the nymphs\nof the land and to Father Mars that they would turn all evil from him,\nhe essayed the third time with all his might, setting his knee against\nthe ground, to pluck forth a wand. Whereupon there issued from the\nhill a lamentable voice, saying, \"\u00c6neas, why doest thou me such cruel\nhurt, nor leavest me in peace in my grave? For indeed I am no stranger\nto thee, nor strange is this blood which thou seest. Fly, for the land\nis cruel, and the shore greedy of gain. I am Polydorus. Here was I\npierced through with spears, which have grown into these wands that\nthou seest.\"\n\nBut \u00c6neas when he heard the voice was sore dismayed, and he remembered\nhim how King Priam, thinking that it might fare ill with him and the\ngreat city of Troy, had sent his son, Polydorus, by stealth, and much\ngold with him, to Polymestor, who was king of Thrace, and how the\nking, when Troy had now perished, slew the boy, and took the gold to\nhimself. For of a truth the love of gold is the root of all evil. And\n\u00c6neas told the thing to his father and to the chiefs; and the sentence\nof all was that they should depart from the evil land. But first they\nmade a great funeral for Polydorus, making a high mound of earth, and\nbuilding thereon an altar to the dead. This also they bound about with\ngarlands of sad-coloured wool and cypress, and the women of Troy stood\nabout it with their hair loosened, as is the use of them that mourn.\nThey offered also bowls of warm milk and blood, and laid the spirit in\nthe tomb, bidding him farewell three times with a loud voice.\n\nAfter this, when the time for voyaging was come, and the south wind\nblew softly, they launched the ships and set sail. And first they came\nto the island of Delos, which, having been used to wander over the\nsea, the Lord of the Silver Bow made fast, binding it to Myconos and\nGyaros, and found there quiet anchorage. And when they landed to\nworship, there met them Anius, who was priest and king of the place,\nhaving a crown of bay-leaves about his head, who knew Anchises for a\nfriend in time past, and used to them much hospitality. Then did they\npray to the god, saying, \"Give us, we beseech thee, a home where we\nmay dwell, and a name upon the earth, and a city that shall abide,\neven a second Troy for them that have escaped from the hands of\nAchilles and the Greeks. And do thou answer us, and incline our hearts\nthat we may know.\"\n\nBut when \u00c6neas had ended these words, straightway the place was\nshaken, even the gates of the temple and the bay-trees that were hard\nby. And when they were all fallen to the ground there came a voice,\nsaying, \"Son of Dardanus, the land that first bare you shall receive\nyou again. Seek, then, your ancient mother. Thence shall the children\nof \u00c6neas bear rule over all lands, yea, and their children's children\nto many generations.\" Which when they had heard, they greatly\nrejoiced, and would fain know what was the city whither Ph\u0153bus would\nhave them go, that they might cease from their wanderings. Then\nAnchises, pondering in his heart the things which he had learnt from\nmen of old time, spake thus: \"There lieth in mid-ocean a certain\nisland of Crete, wherein is a mountain, Ida. There was the first\nbeginning of our nation. Thence came Teucer, our first father, to the\nland of Troy. Let us go, then, whither the Gods would send us, first\ndoing sacrifice to the Winds; and, indeed, if but Jupiter help us,\n'tis but a three days' journey for our ships.\"\n\nSo they offered sacrifice, a bull to Neptune and a bull to the\nbeautiful Apollo, and a black sheep to the Storm and a white sheep to\nthe West Wind. There came also a rumour that Idomeneus the Cretan had\nfled from his father's kingdom, and that the land was ready for him\nwho should take it. Whereupon the men of Troy set sail with a good\nheart, and passing among the islands that are called Cyclades, the\nwind blowing favourably behind them, so came to Crete. There they\nbuilded a city, and called its name Pergamea, after Pergama, which was\nthe citadel of Troy. And for a while they tilled the soil; also they\nmarried and were given in marriage, as purposing to abide in the land.\nBut there came a wasting sickness on the men, and a blight also on the\ntrees and harvests, filling the year with death. The fields likewise\nwere parched with drought, and the staff of bread was broken. Then the\nold Anchises bade them go yet again to the oracle at Delos, and\ninquire of the god what end there should be of these troubles, whence\nthey should seek for help, and whither they should go.\n\nBut as \u00c6neas slept there appeared to him the household Gods, which he\nhad carried out of the burning of Troy, very clear to see in the light\nof the moon, which shone through the window of his chamber. And they\nspake unto him, saying, \"Apollo bids us tell thee here that which he\nwill tell thee if thou goest to Delos. We who have followed thee over\nmany seas, even we will bring thy children's children to great\nhonour, and make their city ruler over many nations. Faint not,\ntherefore, at thy long wandering. Thou must seek yet another home. For\nit was not in Crete that Apollo bade thee dwell. There is a land which\nthe Greeks call Hesperia; an ancient land, whose inhabitants are\nmighty men of valour; a land of vineyards and wheat. There is our\nproper home, and thence came Dardanus our father. Do thou, therefore,\ntell these things to the old man Anchises. Seek ye for the land of\nHesperia, which men also call Italy; but as for Crete, Jupiter willeth\nnot that ye should dwell there.\"\n\nAnd for a while \u00c6neas lay in great fear, with a cold sweat upon him,\nso clear was the vision of those whom he saw, nor in anywise like unto\na dream. Then he rose up from his bed, and after prayer and sacrifice\ntold the thing to Anchises. And the old man saw that he had been\ndeceived in this matter, and he said, \"O my son, now do I remember how\nCassandra was wont to prophesy these things to me, and would speak of\nHesperia and of the land of Italy. But, indeed, no man thought in\nthose days that the men of Troy should voyage to Hesperia, nor did any\ntake account of the words of Cassandra. But now let us heed the oracle\nof Apollo, and depart.\"\n\n  [Illustration: THE HARPIES.]\n\nSo the men of Troy made their ships ready and departed. And after a\nwhile, when they could no more see the land, there fell a great storm\nupon them, with a strong wind and great rolling waves, and much\nlightning also. Thus were they driven out of their course, and for\nthree days and nights saw neither the sun nor the stars. But on the\nfourth day they came to a land where they saw hills, and smoke rising\ntherefrom. Then did the men ply their oars amain, and soon came to the\nshore. Now this place they found to be one of certain islands which\nmen name the Strophades. And upon these islands dwell creatures which\nare called Harpies, very evil indeed, having the countenances of women\nand wings like unto the wings of birds and long claws. Also their\nfaces are pale as with much hunger. Now when the men of Troy were come\nto this land, they saw many herds of oxen and flocks of goats thereon,\nnor any one to watch them. Of these they slew such as they needed,\nand, not forgetting to give due share to the Gods, made a great feast\nupon the shore. But lo! even while they made merry, there came a great\nrushing of wings, and the Harpies came upon them, making great havoc\nof the meat and fouling all things most horribly. And when they had\ndeparted, the men of Troy sought another place where they might do\nsacrifice and eat their meat in peace. But when the Harpies had come\nthither also and done in the same fashion, \u00c6neas commanded that the\nmen should draw their swords and do battle with the beasts. Therefore,\nthe Harpies coming yet again, Misenus with his trumpet gave the sound\nfor battle. But lo! they fought as those that beat the air, seeing\nthat neither sword nor spear availed to wound the beasts. Then again\nthese departed, one only remaining, by name Cel\u00e6no, who, sitting on a\nrock, spake after this fashion: \"Do ye purpose, sons of Laomedon, to\nfight for these cattle that ye have wrongfully taken, or to drive the\nHarpies from their kingdom and inheritance? Hear, therefore, my words,\nwhich indeed the almighty Father told to Ph\u0153bus, and Ph\u0153bus told to\nme. Ye journey to Italy, and to Italy shall ye come. Only ye shall\nnot build a city, and wall it about with walls, till dreadful hunger\nshall cause you to eat the very tables whereon ye sup.\"\n\nSo saying, she departed. But when great fear was fallen upon all,\nAnchises lifted up his hands to heaven and prayed to the Gods that\nthey would keep that evil from them.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER V.\n\nKING HELENUS--THE CYCLOPS.\n\n\nThen they set sail, and, the south wind blowing, passed by Zacynthus\nand Dulichium, and also Ithaca, which they cursed as they passed,\nbecause it was the land of the hateful Ulysses, and so came to Actium,\nwhere they landed. There also they did sacrifice to the Gods, and had\ngames of wrestling and others, rejoicing that they had passed safely\nthrough so many cities of their enemies. And there they wintered, and\n\u00c6neas fixed on the doors of the temple of Apollo a shield of bronze\nwhich he had won in battle from the valiant Abas, writing thereon\nthese words, \"\u00c6NEAS DEDICATES THESE ARMS WON FROM THE VICTORIOUS\nGREEKS.\"\n\nBut when the spring was come they set sail, and, leaving behind them\nthe land of Ph\u00e6acia, came to Buthrotum that is in Epirus. There indeed\nthey heard a marvellous thing, even that Helenus, the son of Priam,\nwas king in these parts, in the room of Pyrrhus, the son of Achilles,\nhaving also to wife Andromach\u00e9, who was the widow of Hector. And when\n\u00c6neas, wishing to know whether these things were so, journeyed towards\nthe city, lo! in a grove hard by, by a river which also was called\nSimo\u00efs, there stood this same Andromach\u00e9, and made offerings to the\nspirit of Hector not without many tears. And at the first when she saw\n\u00c6neas, and that he wore such arms as the men of Troy were used to\nwear, she swooned with fear, but after a while spake thus: \"Is this\nindeed a real thing that I see? Art thou alive? or, if thou art dead,\ntell me, where is my Hector?\" So she cried and wept aloud. And \u00c6neas\nanswered her: \"Yes, lady, this is flesh and blood, and not a spirit,\nthat thou seest. But as for thee, what fortune has befallen thee? Art\nthou still wedded to Pyrrhus?\"\n\nAnd she, casting down her eyes, made answer, \"O daughter of Priam,\nhappy beyond thy sisters in that thou wast slain at the tomb of\nAchilles, nor wast taken to be a prey of the conqueror! But as for me\nI was borne across the sea, to be slave of the haughty son of\nAchilles. And when he took to wife Hermione, who was the daughter of\nHelen, he gave me to Helenus, as a slave is given to a slave. But\nPyrrhus, after awhile, Orestes slew, taking him unawares, even by the\naltar of his father. And when he was dead, part of his kingdom came to\nHelenus, who hath called the land Chaonia, after Chaon of Troy; and\nhath also builded a citadel, a new Pergama, upon the hills. But tell\nme, was it some storm that drave thee hither, or chance, or, lastly,\nsome sending of the Gods? And is Ascanius yet alive--the boy whom I\nremember? Does he yet think of his mother that is dead? And is he\nstout and of a good courage, as befits the son of \u00c6neas and sister's\nson to Hector?\"\n\nAnd while she spake there came Helenus from the city with a great\ncompany, and bade welcome to his friends with much joy. And \u00c6neas saw\nhow that all things were ordered and named even as they had been at\nTroy, only the things at Troy had been great, and these were very\nsmall. And afterwards King Helenus made a feast to them in his house,\nand they drank together and were merry.\n\nBut after certain days were passed, \u00c6neas, seeing that the wind\nfavoured them, spake to Helenus, knowing him also to be a prophet of\nthe Gods: \"Tell me now, seeing that thou art wise in all manner of\ndivination and prophecy, how it will fare with us. For indeed all\nthings have seemed to favour us, and we go not on this journey against\nthe will of the Gods, yet did the Harpy Cel\u00e6no prophesy evil things,\nthat we should endure great extremity of hunger. Say, then, of what\nthings I should most beware, and how I shall best prosper.\"\n\nThen Helenus, after due sacrifice, led \u00c6neas to the temple of Ph\u0153bus.\nAnd when they were come thither, and the god had breathed into the\nseer, even into Helenus, the spirit of prophecy, he spake, saying,\n\"Son of Venus, that thou takest thy journey across the sea with favour\nof the Gods, is manifest. Hearken, therefore, and I will inform thee\nof certain things, though indeed they be few out of many, by which\nthou mayest more safely cross unknown seas and get thee to thy haven\nin Italy. Much indeed the Fates suffer me not to know, and much Juno\nforbids me to speak. Know then, first of all, that Italy, which thou\nignorantly thinkest to be close at hand, is yet far away across many\nseas. And let this be a sign to thee that thou art indeed come to the\nplace where thou wouldst be. When thou shalt see a white sow and\nthirty pigs at her teats, then hast thou found the place of thy city\nthat shall be. And as to the devouring of thy tables for famine, heed\nit not: Apollo will help thee at need. But seek not to find a\ndwelling-place on this shore of Italy which is near at hand, seeing\nthat it is inhabited by the accursed sons of Greece. And when thou\nhast passed it by, and art come to the land of Sicily, and shalt see\nthe strait of Pelorus open before thee, do thou keep to thy left hand\nand avoid the way that is on thy right. For here in days past was the\nland rent asunder, so that the waters of the sea flow between cities\nand fields that of old time were joined together. And on the right\nhand is Scylla, and on the left Charybdis the whirlpool. But Scylla\ndwelleth in her cave, a monster dreadful to behold; for to the middle\nshe is a fair woman, but a beast of the sea below, even the belly of a\ndolphin, with heads as of a wolf. Wherefore it will be better for\nthee to fetch a compass round the whole land of Sicily than to come\nnigh these things, or to see them with thine eyes. Do thou also\nremember this, at all places and times, before all other Gods to\nworship Juno, that thou mayest persuade her, and so make thy way\nsafely to Italy. And when thou art come thither, seek the Sibyl that\ndwelleth at Cum\u00e6, the mad prophetess that writeth the sayings of Fate\nupon the leaves of a tree. For these indeed at the first abide in\ntheir places, but, the gate being opened, the wind blows them hither\nand thither. And when they are scattered she careth not to join them\nagain, so that they who would inquire of her depart without an answer.\nRefuse not to tarry awhile, that thou mayest take counsel of her,\nthough all things seem to prosper thy journey and thy comrades chide\nthy delay. For she shall tell thee all that shall befall thee in\nItaly--what wars thou shalt wage, and what perils thou must endure,\nand what avoid. So much, and no more, is it lawful for me to utter. Do\nthou depart, and magnify our country of Troy even to the heaven.\"\n\nAnd when the seer had ended these sayings he commanded his people\nthat they should carry to the ships gifts: gold, and carvings of\nivory, and much silver, and caldrons that had been wrought at Dodona;\nalso a coat of chain mail, and a helmet with a fair plume, which\nPyrrhus had worn. Also he gave gifts to the old man Anchises. Horses,\ntoo, he gave, and guides for the journey, and tackling for the ships,\nand arms for the whole company. Then did he bid farewell to the old\nAnchises. Andromach\u00e9 also came, bringing broidered robes, and for\nAscanius a Phrygian cloak, and many like things, which she gave him,\nsaying, \"Take these works of my hands, that they may witness to thee\nof the abiding love of her that was once Hector's wife. For indeed\nthou art the very image of my Astyanax; so like are thy eyes and face\nand hands. And indeed he would now be of an age with thee.\" Then \u00c6neas\nalso said farewell, weeping the while. \"Be ye happy, whose wanderings\nare over and rest already won; ye have no seas to cross, nor fields of\nItaly, still flying as we advance, to seek. Rather ye have the\nlikeness of Troy before your eyes. And be sure that if ever I come to\nthis land of Italy which I seek, there shall be friendship between you\nand me, and between your children and my children, for ever.\"\n\nThen they set sail, and at eventide drew their ships to the land and\nslept on the beach. But at midnight Palinurus, the pilot, rising from\nhis bed, took note of the winds and of the stars, even of Arcturus,\nand the Greater Bear and the Less, and Orion with his belt of gold.\nSeeing therefore that all things boded fair weather to come, he blew\nloud the signal that they should depart; which they did forthwith. And\nwhen the morning was now growing red in the east, behold a land with\nhills dimly seen and shores lying low in the sea. And, first of all,\nthe old man Anchises cried, \"Lo! there is Italy,\" and after him all\nthe company. Then took Anchises a mighty cup, and filled it with wine,\nand, standing on the stern, said, \"Gods of sea and land, and ye that\nhave power of the air, give us an easy journey, and send such winds as\nmay favour us.\" And even as he spake the wind blew more strongly\nbehind. Also the harbour mouth grew wider to behold, and on the hills\nwas seen a temple of Minerva. And lo! upon the shore four horses white\nas snow, which the old man seeing, said, \"Thou speakest of war, land\nof the stranger; for the horse signifieth war, yet doth he also use\nhimself to run in the chariot, and to bear the bit in company;\ntherefore also will we hope for peace.\" Then did they sacrifice to\nMinerva, and to Juno also, which rites the seer Helenus had chiefly\ncommanded. And this being done they trimmed their sails and departed\nfrom the shore, fearing lest some enemy, the Greeks being in that\nplace, should set upon them. So did they pass by Tarentum, which\nHercules builded, also the hills of Caulon, and Scylacium, where many\nships are broken. And from Scylacium they beheld \u00c6tna, and heard a\ngreat roaring of the sea, and saw also the waves rising up to heaven.\nThen said Anchises, \"Lo! this is that Charybdis whereof the seer\nHelenus spake to us. Ply your oars, my comrades, and let us fly\ntherefrom.\" So they strove amain in rowing, and Palinurus also steered\nto the left, all the other ships following him. And many times the\nwaves lifted them to the heaven, and many times caused them to go\ndown to the deep. But at the last, at setting of the sun, they came to\nthe land of the Cyclops.\n\nThere, indeed, they lay in a harbour, well sheltered from all winds\nthat blow, but all the night \u00c6tna thundered dreadfully, sending forth\na cloud with smoke of pitch, and ashes fiery hot, and also balls of\nfire, and rocks withal that had been melted with heat. For indeed men\nsay that the giant Enceladus lieth under this mountain, being scorched\nwith the lightning of Jupiter, and that from him cometh forth this\nflame; also that when, being weary, he turneth from one side to the\nother, the whole land of the Three Capes is shaken. All that night\nthey lay in much fear, nor knew what the cause of this uproar might\nbe, for indeed the sky was cloudy, nor could the moon be seen.\n\nAnd when it was morning, lo! there came forth from the woods a\nstranger, very miserable to behold, in filthy garments fastened with\nthorns, and with beard unshaven, who stretched out to them his hands\nas one who prayed. And the men of Troy knew him to be a Greek. But he,\nseeing them, and knowing of what country they were, stood awhile in\ngreat fear, but afterwards ran very swiftly towards them, and used to\nthem many prayers, weeping also the while. \"I pray you, men of Troy,\nby the stars and by the Gods, and by this air which we breathe, to\ntake me away from this land, whithersoever ye will. And indeed I ask\nnot whither. That I am a Greek, I confess, and also that I bare arms\nagainst Troy. Wherefore drown me, if ye will, in the sea. For gladly\nwill I die, if die I must, by the hands of men.\"\n\nAnd he clung to their knees. Then \u00c6neas bade him tell who he was, and\nhow he came to be in this plight. And the man made answer, \"I am a man\nof Ithaca, and a comrade of the unhappy Ulysses. My name is\nAch\u00e6menides, and my father was Adamastus. And when my comrades fled\nfrom this accursed shore they left me in the Cyclops' cave. Hideous is\nhe to see, and savage, and of exceeding great stature, and he feeds on\nthe flesh of men. I myself saw with these eyes how he lay and caught\ntwo of my companions and brake them on the stone; aye, and I saw their\nlimbs quiver between his teeth. Yet did he not do such things\nunpunished, for Ulysses endured not to behold these deeds, and when\nthe giant lay asleep, being overcome with wine, we, after prayer made\nto the Gods and lots cast what each should do, bored out his eye, for\none eye he had, huge as a round shield of Argos, or as the circle of\nthe sun, and so did we avenge our comrades' death. Do ye then fly with\nall the speed ye may. For know that as this shepherd Polyphemus--a\nshepherd he is by trade--so are a hundred other Cyclop\u00e9s, huge and\nsavage as he, who dwell on these shores and wander over the hills. And\nnow for three months have I dwelt in these woods, eating berries and\ncornels and herbs of the field. And when I saw your ships I hastened\nto meet them. Do ye with me, therefore, as ye will, so that I flee\nfrom this accursed race.\"\n\nAnd even while he spake the men of Troy saw the shepherd Polyphemus\namong his flocks, and that he made as if he would come to the shore.\nHorrible to behold was he, huge and shapeless and blind. And when he\ncame to the sea he washed the blood from the wound, grinding his\nteeth the while, and though he went far into the sea, yet did not the\nwaves touch his middle. And the men of Troy, having taken the\nsuppliant on board, fled with all their might; and he hearing their\nrowing would have reached to them, but could not. Therefore did he\nshout aloud, and the Cyclop\u00e9s hearing him hasted to the shore. Then\ndid the men of Troy behold them, a horrid company, tall as a grove of\noaks or cypresses. Nor knew they in their fear what they should do,\nseeing that on the one hand was the land of the Cyclop\u00e9s, and on the\nother Scylla and Charybdis, of which the seer Helenus had bidden them\nbeware. But while they doubted, there blew a north wind from Pelorus,\nwherewith they sailed onwards, and Ach\u00e6menides with them. So they came\nto Ortygia, whither, as men say, the river Alphe\u00fcs floweth under the\nsea from the land of Pelops, and so mingleth with Arethusa; and\nafterwards they passed the promontory of Pachynus, Camarina also, and\nGela, and other cities likewise, till they came to Lilyb\u00e6um, and so at\nlast to Drepanum. There the old man Anchises died, and was buried.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VI.\n\nTHE SHIPWRECK.\n\n\nNot many days after \u00c6neas and his companions set sail. But scarce were\nthey out of sight of the land of Sicily when Juno espied them. Very\nwroth was she that they should be now drawing near to the end of their\njourney, and she said to herself, \"Shall I be baulked of my purpose,\nnor be able to keep these men of Troy from Italy? Minerva, indeed,\nbecause one man sinned, even Ajax O\u00efleus, burned the fleet of the\nGreeks, and drowned the men in the sea. For the ships she smote with\nthe thunderbolts of Jupiter; and as for Ajax, him she caught up with a\nwhirlwind, and dashed him upon the rocks, piercing him through. Only\nI, though I be both sister and wife to Jupiter, avail nothing against\nthis people. And who that heareth this in after time shall pay me due\nhonour and sacrifice?\"\n\nThen she went, thinking these things in her heart, to the land of\n\u00c6olia, where King \u00c6olus keepeth the winds under bolt and bar. Mightily\ndo they roar within the mountain, but their king restraineth them and\nkeepeth them in bounds, being indeed set to do this very thing, lest\nthey should carry both the heavens and the earth before them in their\ngreat fury. To him said Juno, \"O \u00c6olus, whom Jupiter hath made king of\nthe winds, a nation which I hate is sailing over the Tuscan sea. Loose\nnow thy storms against them, and drown their ships in the sea. And\nhearken what I will do for thee. Twelve maidens I have that wait on me\ncontinually, who are passing fair, and the fairest of all, even\nDeiop\u00ebia, I will give thee to wife.\"\n\nTo whom answered King \u00c6olus, \"It is for thee, O Queen, to order what\nthou wilt, it being of thy gift that I hold this sovereignty and eat\nat the table of the Gods.\"\n\nSo saying he drave in with his spear the folding-doors of the prison\nof the winds, and these straightway in a great host rushed forth, even\nall the winds together, and rolled great waves upon the shore. And\nstraightway there arose a great shouting of men and straining of\ncables; nor could the sky nor the light of the day be seen any more,\nbut a darkness as of night came down upon the sea, and there were\nthunders and lightnings over the whole heavens.\n\nThen did \u00c6neas grow cold with fear, and stretching out his hands to\nheaven he cried, \"Happy they who fell under the walls of Troy, before\ntheir fathers' eyes! Would to the Gods that thou hadst slain me,\nDiomed, bravest of the Greeks, even as Hector fell by the spear of\nAchilles, or tall Sarpedon, or all the brave warriors whose dead\nbodies Simo\u00efs rolled down to the sea!\"\n\nBut as he spake a blast of wind struck his sails from before, and his\nship was turned broadside to the waves. Three others also were tossed\nupon the rocks which men call the \"Altars,\" and three into the\nquicksands of the Syrtis. And another, in which sailed the men of\nLycia, with Orontes, their chief, was struck upon the stern by a great\nsea and sunk. And when \u00c6neas looked, lo! there were some swimming in\nthe waves, and broken planks also, and arms and treasures of Troy.\nOthers also were shattered by the waves, as those of Ilioneus and\nAchates, and of Abas and the old man Alethes.\n\n  [Illustration: JUNO AND \u00c6OLUS.]\n\nBut King Neptune was aware of the tumult where he sat at the bottom of\nthe sea, and raising his head above the waves, looked forth and saw\nhow the ships were scattered abroad and the men of Troy were in sore\nperil. Also he knew his sister's wrath and her craft. Then he called\nto him the winds and said, \"What is this, ye winds, that ye trouble\nheaven and earth without leave of me? Now will I--but I must first bid\nthe waves be still, only be sure that ye shall not thus escape\nhereafter. Begone, and tell your king that the dominion over the sea\nbelongeth unto me, and bid him keep him to his rocks.\"\n\nThen he bade the waves be still; also he scattered the clouds and\nbrought back the sun. And Cymothea and Triton, gods of the sea, drew\nthe ships from the rocks, Neptune also lifting them with his trident.\nLikewise he opened the quicksands, and delivered the ships that were\ntherein. And this being done he crossed the sea in his chariot, and\nthe waves beholding him sank to rest, even as it befalls when there is\nsedition in the city, and the people are wroth, and men throw stones\nand firebrands, till lo! of a sudden there cometh forth a reverend\nsire, a good man and true, and all men are silent and hearken to him;\nand the uproar is stayed. So was the sea stilled, beholding its king.\n\nThen \u00c6neas and his companions, being sore wearied with the storm, made\nfor the nearest shore, even Africa, where they found a haven running\nfar into the land, into which the waves come not till their force be\nspent. On either side thereof are cliffs very high, and shining woods\nover them. Also at the harbour's head is a cave and a spring of sweet\nwater within, a dwelling-place of the Nymphs. Hither came \u00c6neas, with\nseven ships. Right glad were the men of Troy to stand upon the dry\nland again. Then Achates struck a spark out of flint, and they lighted\na fire with leaves and the like; also they took of the wheat which had\nbeen in the ships, and made ready to parch and to bruise it, that they\nmight eat. Meanwhile \u00c6neas had climbed the cliff, if haply he might\nsee some of his companions' ships. These indeed he saw not, but he\nespied three great stags upon the shore and a herd following them.\nWherefore, taking the arrows and the bow which Achates bare with him,\nhe let fly, slaying the leaders and others also, till he had gotten\nseven, one for each ship. Then made he his way to the landing-place,\nand divided the prey. Also he made distribution of the wine which\nAcestes, their host in Sicily, had given them as they were about to\ndepart, and spake comfortable words to them, saying, \"O my friends, be\nye sure that there will be an end to these troubles; and indeed ye\nhave suffered worse things before. Be ye of good cheer therefore.\nHaply ye shall one day have pleasure in thinking of these things. For\nbe sure that the Gods have prepared a dwelling-place for us in Italy,\nwhere we shall build a new Troy, in great peace and happiness.\nWherefore endure unto the day of prosperity.\"\n\n  [Illustration: NEPTUNE STILLING THE WAVES.]\n\nThen they made ready the feast, and roasted of the meat upon spits,\nand boiled other in water. Also they drank of the wine and were\ncomforted. And after supper they talked much of them that were absent,\ndoubting whether they were alive or dead.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VII.\n\nCARTHAGE.\n\n\nAll these things did Jupiter behold; and even as he beheld them there\ncame to him Venus, having a sad countenance and her shining eyes dim\nwith tears, and spake: \"O great Father, that rulest all things, what\nhave \u00c6neas and the men of Troy sinned against thee, that the whole\nworld is shut against them? Didst not thou promise that they should\nrule over land and sea? Why, then, art thou turned back from thy\npurpose? With this I was wont to comfort myself for the evil fate of\nTroy, but lo! this same fate follows them still, nor is there any end\nto their troubles. And yet it was granted to Antenor, himself also a\nman of Troy, that he should escape from the Greeks, and coming to the\nLiburnian land, where Timavus flows with much noise into the sea,\nbuild a city and find rest for himself. But we, who are thy children,\nare kept far from the land which thou hast sworn to give us.\"\n\nThen her father kissed her once and again, and answered smiling,\n\"Fear not, my daughter, the fate of thy children changeth not. Thou\nshalt see this city for which thou lookest, and shalt receive thy son,\nthe great-hearted \u00c6neas, into the heavens. Hearken, therefore, and I\nwill tell thee things to come. \u00c6neas shall war with the nations of\nItaly, and shall subdue them, and build a city, and rule therein for\nthree years. And after the space of thirty years shall the boy\nAscanius, who shall hereafter be called I\u00fclus also, change the place\nof his throne from Lavinium unto Alba; and for three hundred years\nshall there be kings in Alba of the kindred of Hector. Then shall a\npriestess bear to Mars twin sons, whom a she-wolf shall suckle; of\nwhom the one, even Romulus, shall build a city, dedicating it to Mars,\nand call it Rome, after his own name. To which city have I given\nempire without bound or end. And Juno also shall repent her of her\nwrath, and join counsel with me, cherishing the men of Rome, so that\nthey shall bear rule even over Argos and Mycen\u00e6.\"\n\nAnd when he had said this, he sent down his messenger, even Mercury,\nto turn the heart of Dido and her people, where they dwelt in the city\nof Carthage, which they had builded, so that they should deal kindly\nwith the strangers.\n\nNow it came to pass on the next day that \u00c6neas, having first hidden\nhis ships in a bay that was well covered with trees, went forth to spy\nout the new land whither he was come, and Achates only went with him.\nAnd \u00c6neas had in each hand a broad-pointed spear. And as he went there\nmet him in the middle of the wood his mother, but habited as a Spartan\nvirgin, for she had hung a bow from her shoulders after the fashion of\na huntress, and her hair was loose, and her tunic short to the knees,\nand her garments gathered in a knot upon her breast. Then first the\nfalse huntress spake, \"If perchance ye have seen one of my sisters\nwandering hereabouts, make known to me the place. She is girded with a\nquiver, and is clothed with the skin of a spotted lynx, or, may be,\nshe hunts a wild boar with horn and hound.\"\n\nTo whom \u00c6neas, \"I have not seen nor heard sister of thine, O\nvirgin--for what shall I call thee? for, of a surety, neither is thy\nlook as of a mortal woman, nor yet thy voice. A goddess certainly\nthou art, sister of Ph\u0153bus, or, haply, one of the nymphs. But\nwhosoever thou art, look favourably upon us and help us. Tell us in\nwhat land we be, for the winds have driven us hither, and we know not\naught of place or people.\"\n\nAnd Venus said, \"Nay, stranger, I am not such as ye think. We virgins\nof Tyre are wont to carry a quiver and to wear a buskin of purple. For\nindeed it is a Tyrian city that is hard by, though the land be Lybia.\nAnd of this city Dido is queen, having come hither from Tyre, flying\nfrom the wrong-doing of her brother. And indeed the story of the thing\nis long, but I will recount the chief matter thereof to thee. The\nhusband of this Dido was one Sich\u00e6us, richest among all the men of\nPh\u0153nicia, and greatly beloved of his wife, whom he married from a\nvirgin. Now the brother of this Sich\u00e6us was Pygmalion, the king of the\ncountry, and he exceeded all men in wickedness. And when there arose a\nquarrel between them, the king, being exceedingly mad after gold, took\nhim unaware, even as he did sacrifice at the altar, and slew him. And\nthe king hid the matter many days from Dido, and cheated her with\nfalse hopes. But at the last there came to her in her dreams the\nlikeness of the dead man, baring his wounds and showing the wickedness\nwhich had been done. Also he bade her make haste and fly from that\nland, and, that she might do this the more easily, told her of great\ntreasure, gold and silver, that was hidden in the earth. And Dido,\nbeing much moved by these things, made ready for flight; also she\nsought for companions, and there came together to her all as many as\nhated the king or feared him. Then did they seize ships that chanced\nto be ready, and laded them with gold, even the treasure of King\nPygmalion, and so fled across the sea. And in all this was a woman the\nleader. Then came they to this place, where thou seest the walls and\ncitadel of Carthage, and bought so much land as they could cover with\na bull's hide. And now do ye answer me this, Whence come ye, and\nwhither do ye go?\"\n\nThen answered \u00c6neas, \"Should I tell the whole story of our wanderings,\nand thou have leisure to hear, evening would come ere I could make an\nend. We are men of Troy, who, having journeyed over many seas, have\nnow been driven by storms to this shore of Lybia. And as for me, men\ncall me the prince \u00c6neas. The land I seek is Italy, and my race is\nfrom Jupiter himself. With twenty ships did I set sail, going in the\nway whereon the Gods sent me. And of these scarce seven are left. And\nnow, seeing that Europe and Asia endure me not, I wander over the\ndesert places of Africa.\"\n\nBut Venus suffered him not to speak more, but said, \"Whoever thou art,\nstranger, that art come to this Tyrian city, thou art surely beloved\nby the Gods. And now go, show thyself to the queen. And as for thy\nships and thy companions, I tell that they are safe in the haven, if I\nhave not learnt augury in vain. See those twenty swans, how joyously\nthey fly! And now there cometh an eagle swooping down from the sky,\nputting them to confusion, but now again they move in due order, and\nsome are settling on the earth and some preparing to settle. Even so\ndoth it fare with thy ships, for either are they already in the haven\nor enter thereinto with sails full set.\"\n\nAnd as she spake she turned away, and there shone a rosy light from\nher neck, also there came from her hair a sweet savour as of ambrosia,\nand her garments grew unto her feet; and \u00c6neas perceived that she was\nhis mother, and cried aloud,--\n\n\"O my mother, why dost thou mock me so often with false shows, nor\nsufferest me to join my hand unto thy hand, and to speak with thee\nface to face?\"\n\nAnd he went towards the walls of the city. But Venus covered him and\nhis companions with a mist, that no man might see them, or hinder\nthem, or inquire of their business, and then departed to Paphos, where\nwas her temple and also many altars of incense. Then the men hastened\non their way, and mounting a hill which hung over the city, marvelled\nto behold it, for indeed it was very great and noble, with mighty\ngates and streets, and a multitude that walked therein. For some built\nthe walls and the citadel, rolling great stones with their hands, and\nothers marked out places for houses. Also they chose those that should\ngive judgment and bear rule in the city. Some, too, digged out\nharbours, and others laid the foundations of a theatre, and cut out\ngreat pillars of stone. Like to bees they were, when, the summer being\nnewly come, the young swarms go forth, or when they labour filling the\ncells with honey, and some receive the burdens of those that return\nfrom the fields, and others keep off the drones from the hive. Even so\nlaboured the men of Tyre. And when \u00c6neas beheld them he cried, \"Happy\nye, who even now have a city to dwell in!\" And being yet hidden with\nthe mist, he went in at the gate and mingled with the men, being seen\nof none.\n\nNow in the midst of the city was a wood, very thick with trees, and\nhere the men of Carthage, first coming to the land from their voyage,\nhad digged out of the ground that which Juno had said should be a sign\nto them, even a horse's head; for that, finding this, their city would\nbe mighty in war, and full of riches. Here, then, Dido was building a\ntemple to Juno, very splendid, with threshold of bronze, and many\nsteps thereunto; of bronze also were the door-posts and the gates. And\nhere befell a thing which gave much comfort and courage to \u00c6neas; for\nas he stood and regarded the place, waiting also for the queen, he saw\nset forth in order upon the walls the battles that had been fought at\nTroy, the sons of Atreus also, and King Priam, and fierce Achilles.\nThen said he, not without tears, \"Is there any land, O Achates, that\nis not filled with our sorrows? Seest thou Priam? Yet withal there is\na reward for virtue here also, and tears and pity for the troubles of\nmen. Fear not, therefore. Surely the fame of these things shall profit\nus.\"\n\nThen he looked, satisfying his soul with the paintings on the walls.\nFor there was the city of Troy. In this part of the field the Greeks\nfled and the youth of Troy pursued them, and in that the men of Troy\nfled, and Achilles followed hard upon them in his chariot. Also he saw\nthe white tents of Rhesus, King of Thrace, whom the fierce Diomed slew\nin his sleep, when he was newly come to Troy, and drave his horses to\nthe camp before they ate of the grass of the fields of Troy or drank\nthe waters of Xanthus. There also Tro\u00eflus was pictured, ill-matched in\nbattle with the great Achilles. His horses bare him along; but he lay\non his back in the chariot, yet holding the reins, and his neck and\nhead were dragged upon the earth, and the spear-point made a trail in\nthe dust. And in another place the women of Troy went suppliant-wise\nto the temple of Minerva, bearing a great and beautiful robe, sad and\nbeating their breasts, and with hair unbound; but the goddess regarded\nthem not. Also Achilles dragged the body of Hector three times round\nthe walls of Troy, and was selling it for gold. And \u00c6neas groaned when\nhe saw the man whom he loved, and the old man Priam reaching out\nhelpless hands. Also he knew himself, fighting in the midst of the\nGrecian chiefs; black Memnon also he knew, and the hosts of the East;\nand Penthesilea leading the army of the Amazons with shields shaped as\nthe moon. Fierce she was to see, with one breast bared for battle, and\na golden girdle beneath it, a damsel daring to fight with men.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VIII.\n\nDIDO.\n\n\nBut while \u00c6neas marvelled to see these things lo! there came, with a\ngreat throng of youths behind her, Dido, most beautiful of women, fair\nas Diana, when, on the banks of Eurotas or on the hills of Cynthus,\nshe leads the dance with a thousand nymphs of the mountains about her.\nOn her shoulder she bears a quiver, and overtops them all, and her\nmother, even Latona, silently rejoices to behold her. So fair and\nseemly to see was Dido as she bare herself right nobly in the midst,\nbeing busy in the work of her kingdom. Then she sat herself down on a\nlofty throne in the gate of the temple, with many armed men about her.\nAnd she did justice between man and man; also she divided the work of\nthe city, sharing it equally or parting it by lot.\n\nThen of a sudden \u00c6neas heard a great clamour, and saw a company of\nmen come quickly to the place, among whom were Antheus and Sergestus\nand Cloanthus, and others of the men of Troy that had been parted from\nhim in the storm. Right glad was he to behold them, yet was not\nwithout fear; and though he would fain have come forth and caught them\nby the hand, yet did he tarry, waiting to hear how the men had fared,\nwhere they had left their ships, and wherefore they were come.\n\nThen Ilioneus, leave being now given that he should speak, thus began:\n\"O Queen, whom Jupiter permits to build a new city in these lands, we\nmen of Troy, whom the winds have carried over many seas, pray thee\nthat thou save our ships from fire, and spare a people that serveth\nthe Gods. For, indeed, we are not come to waste the dwellings of this\nland, or to carry off spoils to our ships. For, of a truth, they who\nhave suffered so much think not of such deeds. There is a land which\nthe Greeks call Hesperia, but the people themselves Italy, after the\nname of their chief; an ancient land, mighty in arms and fertile of\ncorn. Hither were we journeying, when a storm arising scattered our\nships, and only these few that thou seest escaped to the land. And can\nthere be nation so savage that it receiveth not shipwrecked men on its\nshore, but beareth arms against them, and forbiddeth them to land?\nNay, but if ye care not for men, yet regard the Gods, who forget\nneither them that do righteously nor them that transgress. We had a\nking, \u00c6neas, than whom there lived not a man more dutiful to Gods and\nmen, and greater in war. If indeed he be yet alive, then we fear not\nat all. For of a truth it will not repent thee to have helped us. And\nif not, other friends have we, as Acestes of Sicily. Grant us,\ntherefore, to shelter our ships from the wind; also to fit them with\nfresh timber from the woods, and to make ready oars for rowing, so\nthat, finding again our king and our companions, we may gain the land\nof Italy. But if he be dead, and Ascanius his son lost also, then\nthere is a dwelling ready for us in the land of Sicily, with Acestes,\nwho is our friend.\"\n\nThen Dido, her eyes bent on the ground, thus spake, \"Fear not, men of\nTroy. If we have seemed to deal harshly with you, pardon us, seeing\nthat, being newly settled in this land, we must keep watch and ward\nover our coasts. But as for the men of Troy, and their deeds in arms,\nwho knows them not? Think not that we in Carthage are so dull of\nheart, or dwell so remote from man, that we are ignorant of these\nthings. Whether, therefore, ye will journey to Italy, or rather return\nto Sicily and King Acestes, know that I will give you all help, and\nprotect you; or, if ye will, settle in this land of ours. Yours is\nthis city which I am building. I will make no difference between man\nof Troy and man of Tyre. Would that your king also were here! Surely I\nwill send those that shall seek him in all parts of Libya, lest haply\nhe should be gone astray in any forest or strange city of the land.\"\n\nAnd when \u00c6neas and Achates heard these things they were glad, and\nwould have come forth from the cloud, and Achates said, \"What thinkest\nthou? Lo, thy comrades are safe, saving him whom we saw with our own\neyes drowned in the waves; and all other things are according as thy\nmother said.\"\n\nAnd even as he spake the cloud parted from about them, and \u00c6neas stood\nforth, very bright to behold, with face and breast as of a god, for\nhis mother had given to him hair beautiful to see, and cast about him\nthe purple light of youth, even as a workman sets ivory in some fair\nornament, or compasseth about silver or marble of Paros with gold.\nThen spake he to the queen, \"Lo! I am he whom ye seek, even \u00c6neas of\nTroy, scarcely saved from the waters of the sea. And as for thee, O\nQueen, seeing that thou only hast been found to pity the unspeakable\nsorrows of Troy, and biddest us, though we be but poor exiles and\nlacking all things, to share thy city and thy home, may the Gods do so\nto thee as thou deservest. And, of a truth, so long as the rivers run\nto the seas, and the shadows fall on the hollows of the hills, so long\nwill thy name and thy glory survive, whatever be the land to which the\nGods shall bring me.\" Then gave he his right hand to Ilioneus, and his\nleft hand to Sergestus, and greeted them with great joy.\n\nAnd Dido, hearing these things, was silent for a while, but at the\nlast she spake: \"What ill fortune brings thee into perils so great?\nwhat power drave thee to these savage shores? Well do I mind me how\nin days gone by there came to Sidon one Teucer, who, having been\nbanished from his country, sought help from Belus that he might find a\nkingdom for himself. And it chanced that in those days Belus, my\nfather, had newly conquered the land of Cyprus. From that day did I\nknow the tale of Troy, and thy name also, and the chiefs of Greece.\nAlso I remember that Teucer spake honourably of the men of Troy,\nsaying that he was himself sprung of the old Teucrian stock. Come ye,\ntherefore, to my palace. I too have wandered far, even as you, and so\nhave come to this land, and having suffered much have learnt to\nsuccour them that suffer.\"\n\nSo saying she led \u00c6neas into her palace; also she sent to his\ncompanions in the ships great store of provisions, even twenty oxen\nand a hundred bristly swine and a hundred ewe sheep with their lambs.\nBut in the palace a great feast was set forth, couches covered with\nbroidered purple, and silver vessels without end, and cups of gold,\nwhereon were embossed the mighty deeds of the men of old time.\n\nAnd in the mean time \u00c6neas sent Achates in haste to the ships, that\nhe might fetch Ascanius to the feast. Also he bade that the boy should\nbring with him gifts of such things as they had saved from the ruins\nof Troy, a mantle stiff with broidery of gold and a veil bordered with\nyellow acanthus, which the fair Helen had taken with her, flying from\nher home; but Leda, her mother, had given them to Helen; a sceptre\nlikewise which Ilione, first-born of the daughters of Priam, had\ncarried, and a necklace of pearls and a double crown of jewels and\ngold.\n\nBut Venus was troubled in heart, fearing evil to her son should the\nmen of Tyre be treacherous, after their wont, and Juno remember her\nwrath. Wherefore, taking counsel with herself, she called to the\nwinged boy, even Love, that was her son, and spake, \"My son, who art\nall my power and strength, who laughest at the thunders of Jupiter,\nthou knowest how Juno, being exceedingly wroth against thy brother\n\u00c6neas, causeth him to wander out of the way over all lands. This day\nDido hath him in her palace, and speaketh him fair; but I fear me much\nhow these things may end. Wherefore hear thou that which I purpose.\nThy brother hath even now sent for the boy Ascanius, that he may come\nto the palace, bringing with him gifts of such things as they saved\nfrom the ruins of Troy. Him will I cause to fall into a deep sleep,\nand hide in Cythera or Idalium, and do thou for one night take upon\nthee his likeness. And when Queen Dido at the feast shall hold thee in\nher lap, and kiss and embrace thee, do thou breathe by stealth thy\nfire into her heart.\"\n\nThen did Love as his mother bade him, and put off his wings, and took\nupon him the shape of Ascanius, but on the boy Venus caused there to\nfall a deep sleep, and carried him to the woods of Idalium, and lapped\nhim in sweet-smelling flowers. And in his stead Love carried the gifts\nto the queen. And when he was come they sat down to the feast, the\nqueen being in the midst under a canopy. \u00c6neas also and the men of\nTroy lay on coverlets of purple, to whom serving-men brought water and\nbread in baskets and napkins; and within fifty handmaids were ready to\nreplenish the store of victual and to fan the fire; and a hundred\nothers, with pages as many, loaded the tables with dishes and\ndrinking-cups. Many men of Tyre also were bidden to the feast. Much\nthey marvelled at the gifts of \u00c6neas, and much at the false Ascanius.\nDido also could not satisfy herself with looking on him, nor knew what\ntrouble he was preparing for her in the time to come. And he, having\nfirst embraced the father who was not his father, and clung about his\nneck, addressed himself to Queen Dido, and she ever followed him with\nher eyes, and sometimes would hold him on her lap. And still he worked\nupon her that she should forget the dead Sich\u00e6us and conceive a new\nlove in her heart.\n\n  [Illustration: DIDO AND THE FALSE ASCANIUS.]\n\nBut when they first paused from the feast, lo! men set great bowls\nupon the table and filled them to the brim with wine. Then did the\nqueen call for a great vessel of gold, with many jewels upon it, from\nwhich Belus, and all the kings from Belus, had drunk, and called for\nwine, and having filled it she cried, \"O Jupiter, whom they call the\ngod of hosts and guests, cause that this be a day of joy for the men\nof Troy and for them of Tyre, and that our children remember it for\never. Also, Bacchus, giver of joy, be present, and kindly Juno.\"\nAnd when she had touched the wine with her lips, she handed the great\ncup to Prince Bitias, who drank thereout a mighty draught, and the\nother princes after him. Then the minstrel Iopas, whom Atlas himself\nhad taught, sang to the harp, of the moon, how she goes on her way,\nand of the sun, how his light is darkened. He sang also of men, and of\nthe beasts of the field, whence they come; and of the stars, Arcturus,\nand the Greater Bear and the Less, and the Hyades; and of the winter\nsun, why he hastens to dip himself in the ocean; and of the winter\nnights, why they tarry so long. The queen also talked much of the\nstory of Troy, of Priam, and of Hector, asking many things, as of the\narms of Memnon, and of the horses of Diomed, and of Achilles, how\ngreat he was. And at last she said to \u00c6neas, \"Tell us now thy story,\nhow Troy was taken, and thy wanderings over land and sea.\" And \u00c6neas\nmade answer, \"Nay, O Queen, but thou biddest me renew a sorrow\nunspeakable. Yet, if thou art minded to hear these things, hearken.\"\nAnd he told her all that had befallen him, even to the day when his\nfather Anchises died.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IX.\n\nTHE LOVE AND DEATH OF DIDO.\n\n\nMuch was Queen Dido moved by the story, and much did she marvel at him\nthat told it, and scarce could sleep for thinking of him. And the next\nday she spake to Anna, her sister, \"O my sister, I have been troubled\nthis night with ill dreams, and my heart is disquieted within me. What\na man is this stranger that hath come to our shores! How noble of\nmien! How bold in war! Sure I am that he is of the sons of the Gods.\nWhat fortunes have been his! Of what wars he told us! Surely were I\nnot steadfastly purposed that I would not yoke me again in marriage,\nthis were the man to whom I might yield. Only he--for I will tell thee\nthe truth, my sister--only he, since the day when Sich\u00e6us died by his\nbrother's hand, hath moved my heart. But may the earth swallow me up,\nor the almighty Father strike me with lightning, ere I stoop to such\nbaseness. The husband of my youth hath carried with him my love, and\nhe shall keep it in his grave.\"\n\nSo she spake, with many tears. And her sister made answer, \"Why wilt\nthou waste thy youth in sorrow, without child or husband? Thinkest\nthou that there is care or remembrance of such things in the grave? No\nsuitors indeed have pleased thee here or in Tyre, but wilt thou also\ncontend with a love that is after thine own heart? Think too of the\nnations among whom thou dwellest, how fierce they are, and of thy\nbrother at Tyre, what he threatens against thee. Surely it was by the\nwill of the Gods, and of Juno chiefly, that the ships of Troy came\nhither. And this city, which thou buildest, to what greatness will it\ngrow if only thou wilt make for thyself such alliance! How great will\nbe the glory of Carthage if the strength of Troy be joined unto her!\nOnly do thou pray to the Gods and offer sacrifices; and, for the\npresent, seeing that the time of sailing is now past, make excuse that\nthese strangers tarry with thee awhile.\"\n\nThus did Anna comfort her sister and encourage her. And first the two\noffered sacrifice to the Gods, chiefly to Juno, who careth for the\nbond of marriage. Also, examining the entrails of slain beasts, they\nsought to learn the things that should happen thereafter. And ever\nDido would company with \u00c6neas, leading him about the walls of the city\nwhich she builded. And often she would begin to speak and stay in the\nmidst of her words. And when even was come, she would hear again and\nagain at the banquet the tale of Troy, and while others slept would\nwatch, and while he was far away would seem to see him and to hear\nhim. Ascanius, too, she would embrace for love of his father, if so\nshe might cheat her own heart. But the work of the city was stayed\nmeanwhile; nor did the towers rise in their places, nor the youth\npractise themselves in arms.\n\nThen Juno, seeing how it fared with the queen, spake to Venus, \"Are ye\nsatisfied with your victory, thou and thy son, that ye have vanquished\nthe two of you one woman? Well I knew that thou fearedst lest this\nCarthage should harm thy favourite. But why should there be war\nbetween us? Thou hast what thou seekedst. Let us make alliance. Let\nDido obey a Phrygian husband, and bring the men of Tyre as her dowry.\"\n\nBut Venus knew that she spake with ill intent, to the end that the men\nof Troy should not reign in the land of Italy. Nevertheless she\ndissembled with her tongue, and spake, \"Who would not rather have\npeace with thee than war? Only I doubt whether this thing shall be to\nthe pleasure of Jupiter. This thou must learn, seeing that thou art\nhis wife, and where thou leadest I will follow.\"\n\nSo the two, taking counsel together, ordered things in this wise. The\nnext day a great hunting was prepared. For as soon as ever the sun was\nrisen upon the earth, the youth of the city assembled, with nets and\nhunting spears and dogs that ran by scent. And the princes of Carthage\nwaited for the queen at the palace door, where her horse stood\nchamping the bit, with trappings of purple and gold. And after a while\nshe came forth, with many following her. And she had upon her a\nSidonian mantle, with a border wrought with divers colours; of gold\nwas her quiver, and of gold the knot of her hair, and of gold the\nclasp to her mantle. \u00c6neas likewise came forth, beautiful as is Apollo\nwhen he leaveth Lydia and the stream of Xanthus, coming to Delos, and\nhath about his hair a wreath of bay-leaves and a circlet of gold. So\nfair was \u00c6neas to see. And when the hunters came to the hills they\nfound great store of goats and stags, which they chased. And of all\nthe company Ascanius was the foremost, thinking scorn of such hunting,\nand wishing that a wild boar or a lion out of the hills should come\nforth to be his prey.\n\nAnd now befell a great storm, with much thunder and hail, from which\nthe hunters sought shelter. But \u00c6neas and the queen, being left of all\ntheir company, came together to the same cave. And there they plighted\ntheir troth one to another. Nor did the queen after that make secret\nof her love, but called \u00c6neas her husband.\n\nStraightway went Rumour and told these things through the cities of\nLibya. Now Rumour, men say, is the youngest daughter of Earth, a\nmarvellous creature, moving very swiftly with feet and wings, and\nhaving many feathers upon her, and under every feather an eye and a\ntongue and a mouth and an ear. In the night she flies between heaven\nand earth, and sleepeth not; and in the day she sits on some house-top\nor lofty tower, or spreads fear over mighty cities; and she loveth\nthat which is false even as she loveth that which is true. So now she\nwent telling through Libya how \u00c6neas of Troy was come, and Dido was\nwedded to him, and how they lived careless and at ease, and thinking\nnot of the work to which they were called.\n\nAnd first of all she went to Prince Iarbas, who himself had sought\nDido in marriage. And Iarbas was very wroth when he heard it, and,\ncoming to the temple of Jupiter, spread his grief before the god, how\nthat he had given a place on his coasts to this Dido, and would have\ntaken her to wife, but that she had married a stranger from Phrygia,\nanother Paris, whose dress and adornments were of a woman rather than\nof a man.\n\nAnd Jupiter saw that this was so, and he said to Mercury, who was his\nmessenger, \"Go speak to \u00c6neas these words: 'Thus saith the King of\nGods and men. Is this what thy mother promised of thee, twice saving\nthee from the spear of the Greeks? Art thou he that shall rule Italy\nand its mighty men of war, and spread thy dominion to the ends of the\nworld? If thou thyself forgettest these things, dost thou grudge to\nthy son the citadels of Rome? What doest thou here? Why lookest thou\nnot to Italy? Depart and tarry not.'\"\n\nThen Mercury fitted the winged sandals to his feet, and took the wand\nwith which he driveth the spirits of the dead, and came right soon to\nMount Atlas, which standeth bearing the heaven on his head, and having\nalways clouds about his top, and snow upon his shoulders, and a beard\nthat is stiff with ice. There Mercury stood awhile; then, as a bird\nwhich seeks its prey in the sea, shot headlong down, and came to \u00c6neas\nwhere he stood, with a yellow jasper in his sword-hilt, and a cloak of\npurple shot with gold about his shoulders, and spake: \"Buildest thou\nCarthage, forgetting thine own work? The almighty Father saith to\nthee, 'What meanest thou? Why tarriest thou here? If thou carest not\nfor thyself, yet think of thy son, and that the Fates have given to\nhim Italy and Rome.'\"\n\nAnd \u00c6neas saw him no more. And he stood stricken with fear and doubt.\nFain would he obey the voice, and go as the Gods commanded. But how\nshould he tell this purpose to the queen? But at the last it seemed\ngood to him to call certain of the chiefs, as Mnestheus, and\nSergestus, and Antheus, and bid them make ready the ships in silence,\nand gather together the people, but dissemble the cause, and he\nhimself would watch a fitting time to speak and unfold the matter to\nthe queen.\n\nYet was not Dido deceived, for love is keen of sight. Rumour also told\nher that they made ready the ships for sailing. Then, flying through\nthe city, even as one on whom has come the frenzy of Bacchus flies by\nnight over Mount Cith\u00e6ron, she came upon \u00c6neas, and spake: \"Thoughtest\nthou to hide thy crime, and to depart in silence from this land?\nCarest thou not for her whom thou leavest to die? And hast thou no\nfear of winter storms that vex the sea? By all that I have done for\nthee and given thee, if there be yet any place for repentance, repent\nthee of this purpose. For thy sake I suffer the wrath of the princes\nof Libya and of my own people; and if thou leavest me, for what should\nI live?--till my brother overthrow my city, or Iarbas carry me away\ncaptive? If but I had a little \u00c6neas to play in my halls I should not\nseem so altogether desolate.\"\n\nBut \u00c6neas, fearing the words of Jupiter, stood with eyes that relented\nnot. At the last he spake: \"I deny not, O Queen, the benefits that\nthou hast done unto me, nor ever, while I live, shall I forget Dido. I\nsought not to fly by stealth; yet did I never promise that I would\nabide in this place. Could I have chosen according to my will I had\nbuilt again the city of Troy where it stood; but the Gods command that\nI should seek Italy. Thou hast thy Carthage: why dost thou grudge\nItaly to us? Nor may I tarry. Night after night have I seen my father\nAnchises warning me in dreams. Also even now the messenger of Jupiter\ncame to me--with these ears I heard him--and bade me depart.\"\n\nThen, in great wrath, with eyes askance, did Dido break forth upon\nhim: \"Surely no goddess was thy mother, nor art thou come of the race\nof Dardanus. The rocks of Caucasus brought thee forth, and an\nHyrcanian tigress gave thee suck. For why should I dissemble? Was he\nmoved at all by tears? Did he pity my love? Nay, the very Gods are\nagainst me. This man I took to myself when he was shipwrecked and\nready to perish. I brought back his ships, his companions from\ndestruction. And now forsooth comes the messenger of Jupiter with\ndreadful commands from the Gods. As for thee, I keep thee not. Go,\nseek thy Italy across the seas: only, if there is any vengeance in\nheaven, thou wilt pay the penalty for this wrong, being wrecked on\nsome rock in their midst. Then wilt thou call on Dido in vain. Aye,\nand wherever thou shalt go I will haunt thee, and rejoice in the\ndwellings below to hear thy doom.\"\n\nThen she turned, and hasted to go into the house. But her spirit left\nher, so that her maidens bare her to her chamber and laid her on her\nbed.\n\nThen \u00c6neas, though indeed he was much troubled in heart, and would\nfain have comforted the queen, was obedient to the heavenly word, and\ndeparted to his ships. And the men of Troy busied themselves in making\nthem ready for the voyage. Even as the ants spoil a great heap of corn\nand store it in their dwellings against winter, moving in a black line\nacross the field, and some carry the great grains, and some chide\nthose that linger, even so did the Trojans swarm along the ways and\nlabour at the work.\n\nBut when Dido saw it she called to Anna, her sister, and said, \"Seest\nthou how they hasten the work along the shore? Even now the sails are\nready for the winds, and the sailors have wreathed the ships with\ngarlands, as if for departure. Go thou--the deceiver always trusted\nthee, and thou knowest how best to move him--go and entreat him. I\nharmed not him nor his people; let him then grant me this only. Let\nhim wait for a fairer time for his journey. I ask not that he give up\nhis purpose; only that he grant me a short breathing space, till I may\nlearn how to bear this sorrow.\"\n\nAnd Anna hearkened to her sister, and took the message to \u00c6neas, yet\nprofited nothing, for the Gods shut his ears that he should not hear.\nEven as an oak stands firm when the north wind would root it up from\nthe earth--its leaves are scattered all around, yet doth it remain\nfirm, for its roots go down to the regions below, even as far as its\nbranches reach to heaven--so stood \u00c6neas firm, and, though he wept\nmany tears, changed not his purpose.\n\nThen did Dido grow weary of her life. For when she did sacrifice the\npure water would grow black and the wine be changed into blood. Also\nfrom the shrine of her husband, which was in the midst of her palace,\nwas heard a voice calling her, and the owl cried aloud from her\nhouse-top. And in her dreams the cruel \u00c6neas seemed to drive her\nbefore him; or she seemed to be going a long way with none to bear her\ncompany, and be seeking her own people in a land that was desert.\nTherefore, hiding the thing that was in her heart, she spake to her\nsister, saying, \"I have found a way, my sister, that shall bring him\nback to me or set me free from him. Near the shore of the Great Sea,\nwhere the \u00c6thiopians dwell, is a priestess, who guards the temple of\nthe daughters of Hesperus, being wont to feed the dragons that kept\nthe apples of gold. She is able by her charms to loose the heart from\ncare or to bind it, and to stay rivers also, and to turn the courses\nof the stars, and to call up the spirits of the dead. Do thou,\ntherefore--for this is what the priestess commands--build a pile in\nthe open court, and put thereon the sword which he left hanging in our\nchamber, and the garments he wore, and the couch on which he lay, even\nall that was his, so that they may perish together.\"\n\nAnd when these things were done--for Anna knew not of her purpose--and\nalso an image of \u00c6neas was laid upon the pile, the priestess, with her\nhair unbound, called upon all the gods that dwell below, sprinkling\nthereon water that was drawn, she said, from the lake of Avernus, and\nscattering evil herbs that had been cut at the full moon with a sickle\nof bronze. Dido also, with one foot bare and her garments loosened,\nthrew meal upon the fire and called upon the Gods, if haply there be\nany, that look upon those that love and suffer wrong.\n\nIn the mean time \u00c6neas lay asleep in the hind part of his ship, when\nthere appeared to him in a dream the god Mercury, even as he had seen\nhim when he brought the commandment of Jupiter. And Mercury spake,\nsaying, \"Son of Venus, canst thou sleep? seest thou not what perils\nsurround thee, nor hearest how the favourable west wind calls? The\nqueen purposes evil against thee. If thou lingerest till the morning\ncome thou wilt see the shore covered with them that wish thee harm.\nFly, then, and tarry not; for a woman is ever of many minds.\"\n\nThen did \u00c6neas in great fear start from his sleep, and call his\ncompanions, saying, \"Wake, and sit on the benches, and loose the\nsails. 'Tis a god thus bids us fly.\" And even as he spake he cut the\ncable with his sword. And all hasted to follow him, and sped over the\nsea.\n\nAnd now it was morning, and Queen Dido, from her watch-tower, saw the\nships upon the sea. Then she smote upon her breast and tore her hair,\nand cried, \"Shall this stranger mock us thus? Hasten to follow him.\nBring down the ships from the docks, make ready sword and fire. And\nthis was the man who bare upon his shoulders his aged father! Why did\nI not tear him to pieces, and slay his companions with the sword, and\nserve up the young Ascanius at his meal? And if I had perished, what\nthen? for I die to-day. O Sun, that regardest all the earth, and Juno,\nthat carest for marriage bonds, and Hecate, Queen of the dead, and ye\nFuries that take vengeance on evildoers, hear me. If it be ordered\nthat he reach this land, yet grant that he suffer many things from his\nenemies, and be driven from his city, and beg for help from strangers,\nand see his people cruelly slain with the sword; and, when he shall\nhave made peace on ill conditions, that he enjoy not long his kingdom,\nbut die before his day, and lie unburied on the plain. And ye, men of\nTyre, hate his children and his people for ever. Let there be no love\nor peace between you. And may some avenger arise from my grave who\nshall persecute the race of Dardanus with fire and sword. So shall\nthere be war for ever between him and me.\"\n\nThen she spake to old Barc\u00e9, who had been nurse to her husband\nSich\u00e6us, \"Bid my sister bathe herself in water, and bring with her\nbeasts for sacrifice. And do thou also put a garland about thy head,\nfor I am minded to finish this sacrifice which I have begun, and to\nburn the image of the man of Troy.\"\n\nAnd when the old woman made haste to do her bidding, Queen Dido ran to\nthe court where the pile was made for the burning, and mounted on the\npile, and drew the sword of \u00c6neas from the scabbard. Then did she\nthrow herself upon the bed, and cry, \"Now do I yield up my life. I\nhave finished my course. I have built a mighty city. I have avenged my\nhusband on him that slew him. Happy had I been, yea too happy! had the\nships of Troy never come to this land.\" Then she kissed the bed and\ncried, \"Shall I die unavenged? Nevertheless let me die. The man of\nTroy shall see this fire from the sea whereon he journeys, and carry\nwith him an augury of death.\"\n\nAnd when her maidens looked, lo! she had fallen upon the sword, and\nthe blood was upon her hands. And a great cry went up through the\npalace, exceeding loud and bitter, even as if the enemy had taken\nCarthage or ancient Tyre, and the fire were mounting over the\ndwellings of men and of Gods. And Anna her sister heard it, and\nrushing through the midst called her by name, \"O my sister, was this\nthy purpose? Were the pile and the sword and the fire for this? Why\nwouldst thou not suffer that I should die with thee? For surely, my\nsister, thou hast slain thyself, and me, and thy people, and thy city.\nBut give me water, ye maidens, that I may wash her wounds, and if\nthere be any breath left in her, we may yet stay it.\"\n\nThen she climbed on to the pile, and caught her sister in her arms,\nand sought to staunch the blood with her garments. Three times did\nDido strive to raise her eyes; three times did her spirit leave her.\nThree times she would have raised herself upon her elbow; three times\nshe fell back upon the bed, looking with wandering eyes for the light,\nand groaning that she yet beheld it.\n\n  [Illustration: DIDO ON THE FUNERAL PILE.]\n\nThen Juno, looking down from heaven, saw that her pain was long, and\npitied her, and sent down Iris, her messenger, that she might loose\nthe soul that struggled to be free. For, seeing that she died not by\nnature, nor yet by the hand of man, but before her time and of her own\nmadness, Queen Proserpine had not shred the ringlet from her head\nwhich she shreds from them that die. Wherefore Iris, flying down with\ndewy wings from heaven, with a thousand colours about her from the\nlight of the sun, stood above her head and said, \"I give thee to\ndeath, even as I am bidden, and loose thee from thy body.\" Then she\nshred the lock, and Queen Dido gave up the ghost.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER X.\n\nTHE FUNERAL GAMES OF ANCHISES.\n\n\nNow were \u00c6neas and the men of Troy far from land. And looking back\nthey saw a great light, nor knew what it might be; only they feared\nsome evil hap, knowing the rage that was in Dido's heart, and what a\nwoman in her madness may do. And indeed the people of the queen were\nburning her body on the pile which she had made.\n\nBut lo! the sky grew dark overhead, and there were signs as of a great\nstorm. And Palinurus, the pilot, cried from the stern, where he stood\nwith the rudder in his hand, \"What mean these clouds? What doest thou,\nFather Neptune?\" And he bade the men clear the decks and put out the\noars to row, and shift the sails to the wind. Then he spake to \u00c6neas,\nsaying, \"Italy we may not hope to reach with this weather. No, not\nthough Jupiter himself promise it to us. But, if I remember me\naright, the havens of Sicily are at hand, wherefore let us turn our\ncourse thither.\"\n\nAnd \u00c6neas answered, \"It is well: for I see that the winds are contrary\nto us. And, of a truth, there is no land whither I would more gladly\ngo, seeing that my father Anchises is buried there.\"\n\nThen they shifted their course, and let their ships run before the\nwind, and so came with much speed to the land of Sicily. Now Acestes,\nwho was king of the land, was the son of a woman of Troy, and, seeing\nthem from a hilltop, he came to meet them, having the skin of a lion\non his shoulders and a javelin in his hand, and refreshed them with\nfood and drink.\n\nThe next day at dawn \u00c6neas called the men of Troy together, and spake,\nsaying, \"It is a full year since we buried my father in this land, and\nthis, if I err not, is the very day: which I will that we keep holy\nwith festival; for such, indeed, would I do were I wandering in the\nwilderness of Africa or shut up in Mycen\u00e6 itself. Now, therefore,\nseeing that we are in a land that is friendly to us, let us keep it\nwith solemnity. And let us vow also that we will keep it year by year\nin the land of Italy, if so be that, having prosperous winds, we shall\ncome thereunto. Likewise, King Acestes gives to us oxen, for every\nship two: wherefore make merry and rejoice. And if the ninth day from\nthis be fair, I will that there be games of running in a race, and of\nthrowing the javelin, and of shooting with the bow, and of boxing, and\nthe like. And now make ready for the sacrifice.\"\n\nThen he put upon his head a wreath of his mother's myrtle. And old\nAcestes did the like, and the boy Ascanius, and the others. Then he\ncame near to the tomb of his father, and poured out two cups of wine\nand two of new milk, and scattered flowers, and said, \"Hail to thee,\nmy father, whom the Gods suffered not to enter with me into the land\nof Italy.\"\n\nAnd even as he spake there came forth a great snake from the depth of\nthe tomb. Seven coils he had, and on his body were spots of blue and\ngold, and as many colours as are the colours of the rainbow in the\nclouds. And when \u00c6neas stood astonied, lo! the snake passed between\nthe altars and tasted of the sacrifice and of that which had been\npoured out. And \u00c6neas, doubting what this might be, made fresh\nofferings, two sheep, and two swine, and two black oxen, calling on\nthe spirit of Anchises. And the men of Troy also brought gifts, and\nslew oxen for sacrifice, and feasted on the flesh, roasting it with\nfire.\n\nAnd now the ninth day was come, and the sky was fair. Great was the\nconcourse of people, for the name of King Acestes was famous in the\nland. Also many came to see the men of Troy, and some to strive in the\ngames. First were the prizes put in the midst, three-footed tables for\nsacrifices, and crowns, and palms, and weapons, and purple garments,\nand talents of gold and silver; and then the trumpet sounded and\ncalled the people together.\n\nAnd first of all was the race of ships. Four were they that strove\ntogether, Mnestheus with the Sea-Horse, and Gyas with the Chim\u00e6ra, and\nSergestus with the Centaur, and Cloanthus with the Scylla. Now far out\nin the sea was a rock, which is covered by the waves when the sea is\nrough, but stands above them if it be calm, and upon it the\ncormorants love to bask. Here did \u00c6neas set a great branch of holm-oak\nas a goal, that the ships should round it and so return. First they\ncast lots for places, and the captains stood upon the sterns, in\npurple and gold, and the rowers had garlands of honour about their\nheads and were anointed with oil. Thus they sat upon the benches,\nholding the oars for a stroke, and their hearts beat high with hope.\nAnd when the trumpet sounded each ship leapt from its place, and the\nsea foamed with the strokes of many oars. And all the people shouted\naloud, having favour for this or for that of the captains. And first\nof all came Gyas with the Chim\u00e6ra, and next to him Cloanthus with the\nScylla, for his men were indeed the stronger, but the ship more heavy.\nAnd after the Scylla came the Sea-Horse and the Centaur at equal\nspeed, now this one being foremost and now that. But when they were\nnow come near the rock, Gyas, being in the first place, cried to his\nhelmsman Men\u0153tes, \"Why goest thou overmuch to the right? Keep thou\nclose to the rock. Let others choose the sea if they will.\" But\nMen\u0153tes, fearing the hidden rocks, turned ever the prow to the sea.\nThen a second time cried Gyas, \"Make for the rock, Men\u0153tes.\" And as\nhe spake, the Scylla now came near, taking the inner course between\nthe rock and his ship, and passed him by. Then was he greatly wroth\nand wept for rage; and laying hold of Men\u0153tes he cast him into the\nsea, and himself put his hand to the helm and turned it to the rock.\nBut Men\u0153tes, being an old man and weighed down with his garments,\nhardly climbed upon the rock, and sat thereon. Loud laughed the men to\nsee him fall, and swim, and vomit the salt water from his mouth. But\nwhen Mnestheus with the Sea-Horse, and Sergestus with the Centaur, saw\nwhat had befallen, they hoped to pass the Chim\u00e6ra in the race. Eagerly\nstrove the two together, and Mnestheus, seeing that the Centaur was\nyet before him in the race, ran among his men as they rowed, crying,\n\"O my friends whom I chose to be my comrades, quit ye like men, even\nas ye did in the seas of Africa and the Ionian waves. The first place\nI seek not, but last I would not return.\" And the men strove with all\ntheir might, bending forward to the stroke. And even then chance gave\nthem that which they desired. For the Centaur, being steered too\nclose, struck on a jutting piece of the rock, and the oars were\nbroken, and the prow stuck fast. And while the men, with poles and the\nlike, were thrusting her forth, Mnestheus with the Sea-Horse had\ngained the open sea. And first he overtakes Gyas in the Chim\u00e6ra, and\nvanquishes it, seeing that it had lost its helmsman. And now only\nCloanthus with the Scylla remains, and upon him also he presses hard.\nThen did all the people cry aloud, bidding Mnestheus make good speed\nthat he might take the first place. And the one were loath to lose\nthat which they had gained, and the others having done much would do\nyet more, and would give their lives so that they might prevail. And\nnow, perchance, had the two been equal for the first prize, but\nCloanthus stretched forth his hands to the sea and prayed to the Gods\nthat have power therein. \"Gods of the sea, wherein I hold my course,\nhelp me now, so will I slay a milk-white bull at your altars, and cast\nthe entrails into the waves, and pour clear wine therewith.\" And all\nthe band of the Nere\u00efds heard him, and the virgin Panope\u00e4; and\nPortumnus himself with mighty hand drave the vessel forward swifter\nthan the south wind or an arrow from the bow, so that it first touched\nthe shore. Then a herald cried aloud that Cloanthus with the Scylla\nhad won the mastery in the race, and bound a garland of bay about his\nhead. Then to the rowers \u00c6neas gave three oxen, and jars of wine, and\na talent of silver; and to the captains gifts for themselves; to the\nfirst a scarf broidered with gold with a double border of purple, and\non it was wrought the royal boy Ganymede, as he hunted on Mount Ida.\nEager was he, and as one that panted in the chase; but on the other\nside the eagle bare him away, and the old men that had charge of him\nstretched out their hands and the dogs barked fiercely to the sky. And\nto the second \u00c6neas gave a hauberk of chain-mail with rings of gold,\nwhich he had himself taken from Demoleon by the river of Simo\u00efs.\nScarce could his two servants carry it, so heavy was it; yet Demoleon\nhad worn it, and chased the men of Troy, running at full speed. And\nthe third prize was two cauldrons of bronze and cups of silver\nembossed. But when all had departed rejoicing with their gifts, lo!\nSergestus came creeping home with his ship, which he had scarce won\nfrom the rocks, disabled, with one tier of rowers, even as a serpent\nwhich a wheel has maimed upon the road, which with his fore part lifts\nhimself up and threatens, but his hind part trails upon the ground. So\ncame Sergestus back to the haven, and to him \u00c6neas gave also his\nreward, seeing that he had brought back ship and crew, even a woman of\nCrete, Pholo\u00e9 by name, very skilful in the work of the loom.\n\nAfter this \u00c6neas chose him out a level space, with woods about it, and\nhaving sat down in the midst upon a throne, caused it to be proclaimed\nthat all should come who would contend together in running. And many\ncame, both men of Troy and Sicilians. First of all Euryalus, a comely\nyouth, and Nisus with him (now between these two was great love);\nnext, Diores, of the house of Priam, then Salius and Patron, Greeks\nboth of them; and two young hunters, Helymus and Panopes, who were of\nSicily and of the court of Acestes, and many others also. Then said\n\u00c6neas, \"To each will I give two javelins of Crete and an axe\nornamented with silver, so that none may depart without a gift. And\nthe first three shall have crowns of olive. Also to the first will I\ngive a horse with his furniture, and to the second a quiver after the\nfashion of the Amazons, with arrows of Thrace, and to fasten it a belt\nembossed with gold, and a jewel for a clasp thereon. And let the third\ntake this helmet of Greece, and be content.\"\n\nThen, when they had ranged them in a line, and the sign was given,\nthey ran. And for a while all were near together. Then Nisus outran\nthe rest; and next to him was Salius, but with a great space between,\nand the third Euryalus; and after him Helymus, and Diores pressing\nclose upon him, even leaning over his shoulder and ready to outrun him\nhad the course been longer. And now were they at the very end, when\nNisus slipped in the blood of an ox which chanced to have been slain\nin the place, and kept not his feet, but fell, fouling himself with\nblood and mire. Yet did he not forget Euryalus whom he loved, but\nlifted himself from the ground and tripped Salius, so that he also\nrolled upon the earth. So came Euryalus first to the post, and\nHelymus next, and Diores the third. But Salius made loud complaint to\nall the assembly, great and small, that he had been vanquished by\nfraud; yet the people favoured Euryalus, for he was fair to look upon,\nand fairness ever commendeth virtue. Also Diores was urgent, who else\nhad not won the third prize. Then said Father \u00c6neas, \"I change not the\norder; as each reached the goal so shall each take his prize. Yet may\nI pity him who suffered wrongfully.\" And he gave to Salius the great\nskin of an African lion, with shaggy hair and claws covered with gold.\nThen said Nisus, \"Yet, if thou givest such prizes to the vanquished\nand hast such pity on them that fall, what hast thou for me? For\nsurely I had won the first reward but for the ill fortune which Salius\nalso accuseth.\" And he showed his face and body foul with mire. And\nthe kindly prince laughed, and gave him a shield, the work of\nDidymaon.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XI.\n\nTHE FUNERAL GAMES (CONTINUED).\n\n\nThen did \u00c6neas offer rewards for boxers: for the conqueror an ox with\ngilded horns; for the vanquished a sword and helmet. Straightway rose\nup the huge Dares, who only had dared to stand in the lists against\nPrince Paris, and also at the funeral games of Hector had vanquished\nButes, hurting him so sore that he died. (This Butes was of the race\nof Amycus, the great boxer whom Pollux slew, and no man had stood\nbefore him.) But when they saw the broad shoulders of the man and his\nmight there was not found one to contend with him. Therefore Dares\ncame near to \u00c6neas, and, laying his left hand on the horns of the ox,\nspake, saying, \"If there be no man to stand against me, why do I\ntarry? Bid them bring the prize.\" Thereupon Acestes rebuked Entellus,\nwho sat near him upon the grass: \"Sufferest thou such gifts to be\ntaken without contest? What of Eryx, thy master? What of thy fame,\nwhich hath gone through all the land of Sicily, and the spoils that\nhang in thy house?\"\n\nThen said Entellus, \"Think not, Acestes, that I am fearful, or\ncareless of honour. But I am old: my strength is gone from me. Were I\nyoung, as that boaster yonder, I had not waited for gifts that I\nshould go forth to the battle.\"\n\nThen cast he into the midst two gauntlets which Eryx, the great boxer,\nhad been wont to wear. And all men marvelled to see them, so huge were\nthey, and heavy with bull's hide and lead and iron. And Dares stood\nastonied, nor would stand against such arms. And when \u00c6neas regarded\nthem and tried their weight, Entellus spake, saying, \"What had the man\nof Troy said had he seen the gauntlets of Hercules himself, and the\ndreadful battle that befell on this very shore? These gauntlets Eryx,\nwho was my mother's son, was wont to wear: thou seest them stained yet\nwith blood and brains, and I also was wont to wear them in the days of\nmy youth. But if Dares liketh them not, be it so; I put them away, and\nhe shall do the like with his.\"\n\nThen he threw his garment from his shoulders, showing his mighty arms\nand sinews. And \u00c6neas gave the two equal gauntlets, and they stood\nwith heads thrown back, and began the battle. Dares indeed was swifter\nto move, and vigorous, and young; and Entellus was huge of stature,\nbut slow and scant of breath. Many blows they aimed at each other:\nmany times one smote the other on his breast or his cheek, but struck\nnot home. And ever Entellus abode in the same place, swaying himself\nhither and thither with watchful eyes. But Dares was as one who\nbesieges a city or a fort on the hills, and tries now this approach,\nnow that, and searches out all the place, and assails it in many ways.\nBut at the last Entellus lifted his right hand and dealt a mighty\nblow, which the other, foreseeing it as it fell, avoided; so that the\nold man wasted his strength in air, and fell with a great crash to the\nearth, even as falls a pine torn up by the roots on Mount Erymanthus\nor Mount Ida. Then the men of Troy and the men of Sicily rose up from\ntheir places to see the thing; Acestes also ran forward and lifted up\nthe old man from the earth and would have comforted him. But he went\nback in great wrath to the battle, anger and shame stirring him up.\nAnd Dares fled before him over the plain, and he followed him, smiting\nhim now with the right hand, now with the left, and his blows were as\nthe hail that rattles upon the roof. But \u00c6neas bade him stay his\nanger, and spake kindly to Dares, bidding him cease from the battle.\n\"Seest thou not that this day the victory is another's, and that the\nGods are against thee? Fight not against the Gods.\" Then he commanded\nthat the battle should cease. And the companions of Dares led him to\nthe ships, scarcely dragging his legs, and vomiting thick blood from\nhis mouth, and teeth in the blood. Also they took the shield and\nhelmet which were his reward, but the palm-branch and the ox they left\nto Entellus. Then said the conqueror, \"See, son of the goddess, and ye\nmen of Troy, what strength dwelt in this body while I was yet young,\nand from what a death ye have saved this Dares.\" Then stood he over\nagainst the ox and smote it with his gauntlet between the horns. And\nit fell dead upon the earth. And Entellus cried aloud, \"O Eryx, I\noffer thee this life for the life of Dares, being indeed the better\nfor the worse. And I lay aside these gauntlets and this art.\"\n\n  [Illustration: ENTELLUS KILLING THE BULL.]\n\nNext \u00c6neas called for those who would shoot with the bow, setting up a\nmast from the ship of Sergestus, and fastening thereto a dove by a\ncord, at which mast were all to shoot. Then came the men together and\ncast lots, drawing them from the helmet. And first came Hippoco\u00f6n, son\nof Hyrtacus; and next to him Mnestheus; and third Eurytion, brother of\nPandarus, who broke the treaty between the men of Troy and the Greeks,\nshooting his arrow at Menela\u00fcs; but the lot of Acestes lingered in the\nhelmet and leapt not forth. Then first Hippoco\u00f6n drew his bow and\nsmote the mast, so that it shook, and the bird fluttered his wings in\nfear; and next Mnestheus shot his arrow, and the bird he touched not,\nbut the string which bound it he cut; and Eurytion let fly, calling\nthe while on his brother Pandarus, the mighty archer, to help him, and\nsmote the dove as she flew rejoicing through the air, so that she fell\nto the earth and the arrow in her body. And only Acestes was left, not\nhaving whereat he should aim; yet shot he into the air, for he would\nshow his skill and the might of his bow. Then lo! a marvel befell,\nwhereof in after days men knew the fulfilment; for the arrow burned as\nit sped through the air, leaving a line of fire, till it was\naltogether consumed, even as a star that shoots across the sky by\nnight. And men marvelled to see it, and prayed to the Gods that it\nmight be well. Then great \u00c6neas refused not the omen, but embraced\nAcestes and gave him many gifts, saying, \"Take these gifts, my father,\nfor Jupiter willeth that thou shouldst have especial honour in this\nthing. I give thee, therefore, this bowl, embossed with figures of\nmen. Old Anchises had it, and to him Cisseus, who was the father of\nQueen Hecuba, gave it.\" Also he put a crown of bay upon his head. Nor\ndid the good Eurytion murmur, though he had slain the bird; the others\nalso had their gifts and were content.\n\nNot even now was the assembly dismissed, there remaining yet another\nsight to behold. For Ascanius and the youths that were his companions\ncame riding on horses, and each had a wreath about his head. Each\nalso had two javelins of cornel wood, and some had quivers on their\nshoulders, and each a collar of gold that lay on the top of his\nbreast. Three companies there were, and to each a leader and twelve\nthat followed. And one of the leaders was Priamus, son of Polites,\ncalled by the name of his grandfather, on a horse that was black, with\npasterns of white and forehead of white; and another Atys, whom\nAscanius loved; and third, fairest of all to behold, Ascanius, on a\nhorse of Sidon, which Queen Dido had given him; but to the rest\nAcestes had given horses of Sicily.\n\nAnd when these came forth there was much shouting and clapping of\nhands, and the men of Troy rejoiced to see the lads, so like were they\nto the famous men their fathers. Then, a signal being given, the\ncompanies were divided into bands, and these made as if they fought a\nbattle. For sometimes they would fly, and sometimes would pursue, and\nsometimes would ride altogether this way or that. Many were their ways\nand movements, even as are the paths of the Labyrinth in Crete. Swift\nalso were they and nimble, even as dolphins which sport among the\nwaves in the Carpathian Sea or African. This custom did Ascanius teach\nto his people when he built the city of Alba, and the men of Alba\ntaught it to their children after them, and mighty Rome learnt it\nalso, and kept it in the time to come.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XII.\n\nTHE BURNING OF THE SHIPS--THE VOYAGE TO ITALY.\n\n\nBut while the men of Troy were busy with the games, Juno prepared\nmischief against them in her heart, and sent down Iris, her messenger,\nto accomplish it. Now the women sat apart on the shore, and lifted up\ntheir voices and bewailed the old man Anchises. But when they looked\nupon the sea they lamented for themselves that they had so much travel\nto accomplish, for they were weary of the sea, and would fain have a\ncity to dwell in. Which when Iris perceived, laying aside the\nsemblance of a goddess, she took upon herself the form of Bero\u00e9, the\nwife of Doryclus, and went among the women of Troy and spake, saying,\n\"O unhappy, that ye were not dragged to death by the hands of the\nGreeks! For now the seventh summer is come, and yet we journey over\nmany lands and seas, and seek this Italy which ever flies before us.\nHere we have friends and kindred. What forbids that we build here a\ncity? Shall I never see the walls of another Troy, nor find Xanthus\nand Simo\u00efs, rivers of Troy, in a strange land? Why burn we not these\naccursed ships that carry us hither and thither. I saw in a dream the\nseeress Cassandra, and she seemed to put a torch in my hand, and to\nsay, 'Here seek ye for Troy: here is your home.' And lo! here are\naltars and fire.\"\n\nThen she caught a brand from an altar, and cast it far from her at the\nships. Then cried out Pyrgo, who had been nurse to the sons of Priam,\n\"O mothers of Troy, this is not Bero\u00e9 whom ye see. Mark ye her shining\neyes, and her voice, and her gait. But as for Bero\u00e9 I left her long\nsince, sick and sore vexed that she was absent this day from our\nsolemnity.\"\n\nAnd for a while the women stood in doubt regarding the ships, loving\nindeed the land whereon they stood, yet knowing that the Fates called\nthem to another. But when the goddess rose on her wings, and passed up\nby the path of the rainbow into the heavens, then a great fury fell\nupon them, so that they caught brands from the altars and set fire to\nthe ships. And straightway the flames ran over the benches and the\noars and the stems of painted pine. Then ran Eumelus to the men of\nTroy where they sat at the games, and told them how that the ships\nwere burning; also they themselves saw the black cloud of smoke\nrolling before the wind. And Ascanius, in the midst of his\nhorsemanship, heard the matter and sped to the camp. And being come he\ncried aloud, \"What madness is this? Ye burn not the camp of the\nGreeks, ye burn our own hopes. Lo! I am your Ascanius.\" And he threw\nhis helmet on the ground, that they should know him. Also \u00c6neas and\nthe men of Troy made haste to come up. Then were the women ashamed of\nthat which they had done, and would have hidden themselves, their fury\nbeing past. But not the more did the flame cease to devour the ships;\nand they who would have quenched the fire availed nothing. Then the\npious \u00c6neas rent his garments and prayed to the Gods, saying, \"O\nJupiter, if thou dost not altogether hate us, save our ships from the\nfire, and suffer us not to perish utterly; but if thou art angry, and\nso it seem good to thee, slay me with thy thunderbolt.\"\n\nAnd even as he spake there came up a great storm from the south, with\nthunder and lightning and a great rain, and the fire was quenched, but\nof the ships four were burnt altogether.\n\nNow \u00c6neas was sore troubled at these things, and doubted much whether\nhe should still abide in the land of Sicily nor heed the Fates, or\nshould yet follow after Italy. Then the old man, Nautes, the priest of\nPallas, in whom more than in all men besides dwelt the wisdom of the\ngoddess, spake to him, saying, \"Son of the goddess, it must needs be\nthat we go whither the Gods call us. Yet mayest thou devise something\nfor this present necessity, taking counsel with King Acestes, seeing\nthat he also is a son of Troy. For now, four ships being burned, the\npeople are over many for such as are left to us; some also faint at\nthis thing that we purpose; also there are old men and women, wearied\nof the sea, and the weak and the fearful. Suffer, then, that he take\nthese to himself to be his people, and build a city for them, and call\nit Acesta, after his own name.\"\n\nAnd while \u00c6neas thought on these things he slept. And lo! in his\ndream there came to him his father, Anchises, and spake, saying, \"I\ncome, my son, at the bidding of Jupiter. Take thou heed to the counsel\nwhich Nautes giveth thee, for it is good. Let the chosen youth of thy\npeople go with thee, for thou hast a mighty people and a fierce in\nLatium with whom to do battle. But first must thou seek the dwellings\nof the dead and hold converse with me. For indeed I dwell not in\nTartarus, with the evildoers, but in Elysium, with the companies of\nthe blessed. And thither shall the Sibyl guide thee, and thou shalt\nlearn all that shall befall thee and thy people after this. And now\nfarewell, for the morning cometh, and I must depart.\"\n\nAnd the spirit of Anchises vanished out of his sight, even as smoke\ninto the air, nor heeded him when he would have stayed it; and \u00c6neas\narose and did sacrifice to the household gods and to Vesta. Then he\ntook counsel with his companions and with Acestes. And Acestes\nhearkened to his words. And they separated such as would tarry in the\nplace, both men and women; but the others, few in number indeed, but\nstrong and of a good courage, made ready the ships to depart. And in\nthe mean time \u00c6neas marked the boundaries of the city with a\nploughshare, and Acestes set it in order with laws and government.\nAlso on the mountain of Eryx they built a temple to Venus, and they\nconsecrated a grove and a priest at the tomb of Anchises.\n\nThen for nine days they feasted; and after, for it was fine weather,\nand the south wind blew softly, they made ready to sail. There was\nthen a great weeping and embracing on the shore; and now were all fain\nto go, willing not to be parted from kindred and friends. But \u00c6neas\ncomforted them, and, having sacrificed three calves to Eryx and a lamb\nto the Storms, so departed.\n\nAnd Venus spake to Neptune, saying, \"It troubleth me sore that Juno\nwill not lay aside her wrath. For the city of Troy she overthrew, and,\nit being overthrown, she pursueth them that are left with hatred that\ncannot be appeased; and now I fear me much what she may do, for she\nstirred up \u00c6olus that he loosed all the winds against them; and even\nnow she put into the hearts of the women this great madness that they\nshould burn the ships. Wherefore I pray thee that thou shouldest give\nthem now a safe voyage to Italy.\" And the King of the sea made answer,\n\"Thou doest well to put thy trust in my realms and me. For both have I\nstilled the madness of the sea and also on the land have I taken\nthought for thy \u00c6neas. Mindest thou not the day when Achilles pursued\nthe men of Troy to their city, and filled the rivers with dead bodies,\nso that Xanthus could not make his way to the sea, and how \u00c6neas would\nhave met him in battle, being weaker, and I snatched him away in a\ncloud, yea though I desired from my heart to overthrow the city of\nTroy, even the works of my own hands? Fear not, therefore: he shall\ncome safe to the haven of Avernus. One only of his company must\nperish, even one life for many.\"\n\nThen did he pass over the sea in his chariot, and there was a great\ncalm as he went, and the clouds flew from the sky, and the great\nbeasts of the sea went with him; also the gods and goddesses of the\nsea, as Glaucus and Pal\u00e6mon, and the company of the Tritons and\nThetis and the virgin Panope\u00e4.\n\nAnd the men of Troy loosed the sheets, and spread all the sails to the\nwind; and the foremost of the fleet was the ship of \u00c6neas, Palinurus\nbeing the helmsman. And in the night Sleep came down from the sky, and\ntaking the shape of Phorbas, spake to Palinurus, saying, \"All things\nare quiet; rest awhile: it is the hour of rest. I will take thy office\nfor thee.\" But Palinurus, scarce lifting his eyes, made answer: \"Dost\nthou bid me trust calm seas and gentle winds? Not so. Too often have I\nbeen deceived.\" Nor did he loose his hold upon the rudder, or take his\neyes from the stars. Then did Sleep wave over him a bough that had\nbeen dipped in the water of Lethe; and when he slept, as he must needs\ndo, thrust him into the sea and a portion of the rudder with him; and\nhe fell, calling vainly for help.\n\nAnd when the ships were close to the rocks of the Sirens, which in old\ntime were white with bones of men, but now with spray and broken\nwaves, \u00c6neas perceived that the ship strayed from its course. For\nindeed, seeing that the helmsman had perished, the winds and the waves\nhad their will of it. Then did he lay hold on the rudder himself, but\nit grieved him much that such mischance had befallen his friend.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XIII.\n\nTHE SIBYL.\n\n\nSo \u00c6neas came to the land of Italy, nigh unto Cum\u00e6, which was the\ndwelling-place of the Sibyl. And the men turned the forepart of the\nships to the sea, and made them fast with anchors. Then they leapt\nforth upon the shore, and kindled a fire; and some cut wood in the\nforest, or fetched water from the stream. But \u00c6neas went up to the\ngreat cave of the Sibyl, where, by the inspiration of Apollo, she\nforetelleth things to come.\n\nNow the temple was a marvellous place to look upon. For D\u00e6dalus, when\nhe fled from Minos, King of Crete, flying through the air upon wings,\ncame northwards to the land of Cum\u00e6, and tarried there. Also he\ndedicated his wings in the temple. On the doors thereof was set forth,\ngraven in stone, the death of Androgeos, and the men of Attica\nchoosing by lot seven of their children who should be given as a\nransom yearly; and, rising from the sea upon the other side, the land\nof Crete. Likewise the Labyrinth was there and its winding ways; but\nIcarus they saw not, for when his father would have wrought the manner\nof his death in gold his hands failed him: twice he strove and twice\nthey failed. And when \u00c6neas would have looked further, the priestess\nsaid, \"Linger not with these things, but slay forthwith seven bullocks\nfrom the herd, and seven sheep duly chosen out of the flock.\" And when\nthey came to the cave--now there are a hundred doors, and a voice\ncometh forth from each--the Sibyl cried, \"It is time. Lo! the god, the\ngod!\" And even as she spake her look was changed and the colour of her\nface; also her hair was loosened, and her breast panted, and she waxed\ngreater than is the stature of a man. Then she cried, \"Delayest thou\nto pray, \u00c6neas of Troy? delayest thou? for the doors open not but to\nprayer.\" Nor said she more. Then \u00c6neas prayed, saying, \"O Ph\u0153bus, who\ndidst always pity the sorrows of Troy, and didst guide the arrow of\nParis that it slew the great Achilles, I have followed thy bidding,\njourneying over many lands, and now I lay hold on this shore of Italy,\nwhich ever seemed to fly before me. Grant thou that our ill fortune\nfollow us no more. And all ye Gods and Goddesses who loved not Troy,\nbe merciful to us. And thou, O Prophetess, give, if it may be, such\nanswer as I would hear. So will I and my people honour thee for ever.\nAnd write it not, I pray thee, upon leaves, lest the winds carry them\naway, but speak with thy voice.\"\n\nAnd for awhile the prophetess strove against the spirit; but at the\nlast it mastered her, and the doors flew open, and she spake, saying,\n\"The perils of the sea thou hast escaped, but there await thee yet\nworse perils upon the land. The men of Troy shall come to the kingdom\nof Lavinium. Fear not for that; yet will they fain not have come. I\nsee battles, and the Tiber foaming with blood, and a new Xanthus and\nSimo\u00efs, and another Achilles, himself also goddess-born. Juno also\nshall be ever against thee. And thou shalt be a suppliant to many\ncities. And the cause of all these woes shall be again a woman. Only\nyield not thou, but go ever more boldly when occasion shall serve.\nLittle thinkest thou that thy first succour shall be from a city of\nthe Greeks.\"\n\nAnd when she had ended these words, \u00c6neas made answer: \"O Lady, no\ntoil or peril shall take me unawares; for I have thought over all\nthings in my heart. But one thing I ask of thee. Here is the door of\nthe dwellings of the dead. Fain would I pass thereby, that I may visit\nmy father. I carried him on my shoulders out of the fires of Troy, and\nwith me he endured many things by land and sea, more than befitted his\nold age. Likewise he bade me ask this boon of thee. Do thou therefore\npity both father and son, for thou hast the power, if only thou wilt.\nDid not Orpheus bring back his wife from the dead, having his harp\nonly? Also Pollux goeth many times this same path, redeeming his\nbrother from death. And why should I tell of Theseus and Hercules? And\nI also am of the lineage of Jupiter.\"\n\nThen the Sibyl spake, saying, \"Son of Anchises, it is easy to go down\nto hell. The door is open day and night. But to return, and struggle\nto the upper air, that is the labour. Few only have done it, and\nthese of the lineage of the Gods and dear to Jupiter. Yet if thou wilt\nattempt it, hearken unto me. There lieth hid in the forest a bough of\ngold which is sacred to the Queen of hell. Nor may any man go on this\njourney till he have plucked it, for the Queen will have it as a gift\nfor herself. And when the bough is plucked, there ever groweth\nanother; and if it be the pleasure of the Gods that thou go, it will\nyield to thy hand. But know that one of thy companions lieth dead upon\nthe shore. First must thou bury him, and after offer due sacrifice,\neven black sheep. So shalt thou approach the dwellings of the dead.\"\n\nThen \u00c6neas departed from the cave, and Achates went with him, and much\nthey wondered who it might be that was dead. And when they came to the\nshore, lo! Misenus lay there, than whom no man was more skilful to\ncall men to battle with the voice of the trumpet. Hector's companion\nhe had been in old time, and then followed \u00c6neas. And now, blowing his\ntrumpet on the shore, he had challenged the gods of the sea to compare\nwith him; wherefore a Triton caught him and plunged him into the sea,\nso that he died. Then did \u00c6neas and his companions prepare for the\nburial, cutting ilex and oak and mountain-ash from the wood. But when\n\u00c6neas beheld the forest, how vast it was, he said, \"Now may the Gods\ngrant that in this great forest the bough of gold discover itself.\"\nAnd as he spake, lo! two doves flew before his face, and settled on\nthe grass, and he knew them to be the birds of his mother, and cried,\nsaying, \"Guide me now to the bough of gold, and thou, my mother, help\nme as before.\" Then the birds flew so that he could still see them\nwith his eyes, and he followed after them. But when they came to the\nmouth of Avernus, they sat both of them on the tree. And lo! the bough\nof gold glittered among the branches and rustled in the wind. Right\ngladly did \u00c6neas break it off, and carry it to the dwelling of the\nSibyl.\n\nIn the mean time the men of Troy made a great burial for Misenus on\nthe shore, building a pile of wood, and washing and anointing the\nbody. Also they laid the body on a bier, and on it the garments which\nhe had worn being yet alive. Then others, with faces turned away,\nheld a torch to the wood, whereon also were burned incense and\nofferings of oil. And when the burning was ended they quenched the\nashes with wine. And Coryn\u00e6us gathered the bones into an urn of\nbronze, and purified the people, sprinkling them with water with a\nbough of an olive-tree. Then \u00c6neas made a great mound, and put thereon\nthe trumpet of the man and his bow; and the mountain is called\nMisenus, after him, to this day.\n\nBut when the burial was ended he did as the Sibyl had commanded. A\ngreat cavern there is, from which cometh so evil a stench that no bird\nmay fly across. There they brought four black oxen, and the priestess\npoured wine upon their heads and cut hairs from between the horns. And\nwhen they had burned these they slew the oxen, holding dishes for the\nblood. And \u00c6neas offered a black lamb to the Furies and a barren\nheifer to the Queen of hell, smiting them with his sword. Then they\nburned the entrails with fire, pouring oil upon them. Then did the\nground give a hollow sound beneath them, and the dogs howled, for the\ngoddess was at hand. And the priestess cried, \"Go ye who may not take\npart in this matter. And thou, \u00c6neas, draw thy sword from its sheath\nand follow. Now hast thou need of all thy strength and courage.\" Then\nshe plunged into the cave, and \u00c6neas went with her.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XIV.\n\nTHE DWELLINGS OF THE DEAD.\n\n\nSo they went together through the land of shadows, like unto men who\nwalk through a wood in a doubtful light, when the moon indeed hath\nrisen, but there are clouds over the sky. And first they came to\nwhere, in front of the gates of hell, dwell Sorrow and Remorse, and\npale Disease and Fear, and Hunger that tempteth men to sin, and Want,\nand Death, and Toil, and Slumber, that is Death's kinsman, and deadly\nWar; also they saw the chambers of the Furies, and Discord, whose hair\nis of snakes that drip with blood. And in this region there is an\nancient elm, in the boughs whereof dwell all manner of dreams, and\nshapes of evil monsters, as many as have been, such as were the\nCentaurs, half man half horse, and Briareus with the hundred hands,\nand others also. These \u00c6neas, when he saw them, sought to slay,\nrushing upon them with the sword, but his guide warned him that they\nwere shadows only.\n\nAfter this they came to the river of hell, whereon plies the Boatman\nCharon. A long white beard hath he and unkempt; and his eyes are fixed\nin a fiery stare, and a scarf is knotted upon his shoulder, as is a\npilot's wont. An old man he seemeth to be, but hale and ruddy. Now\nthere was ever rushing to the bank a great crowd, wives and mothers,\nand valiant men of war, boys, and girls dead before they were given in\nmarriage, and young men laid on the funeral pile before their parents'\neyes. Thick they were as the leaves that fall to the earth at the\nfirst frost of autumn, or as the swallows, when they gather themselves\ntogether, making ready to fly across the sea to the lands of the sun.\nAnd of these Charon would take some into his boat; but others he would\nforbid, and drive from the shore. This when \u00c6neas saw, he marvelled,\nand said, \"O Lady, what meaneth this concourse at the river? What seek\nthese souls? Why be some driven from the bank and some ferried\nacross?\"\n\nAnd the Sibyl made answer: \"This river that thou seest is the Styx, by\nwhich the Gods in heaven swear, and fear to break their oath. Those\nwhom thou seest to be driven from the bank are such as have lacked\nburial, but those who are ferried across have been buried duly; for\nnone pass this stream till their bodies have been laid in the grave,\notherwise they wander for a hundred years, and so at last may cross\nover.\"\n\nMuch did \u00c6neas pity their ill fortune, and the more when he beheld\nOrontes and his Lycians, whom the sea had swallowed up alive before\nhis eyes. Here likewise there met him his pilot Palinurus, to whom,\nwhen he knew him, for indeed he scarce could see him in the darkness,\nhe said, \"What god took thee from us and drowned thee in the sea?\nSurely, in this one matter, Apollo hath deceived me, saying that thou\nshouldst escape the sea and come to the land of Italy.\"\n\n  [Illustration: CHARON AND THE GHOSTS.]\n\nThen answered Palinurus, \"Not so, great \u00c6neas. For indeed to the land\nof Italy I came. Three nights the south wind carried me over the sea,\nand on the fourth day I saw the land of Italy from the top of a wave.\nAnd when I swam to the shore, and was now clinging to the rocks, my\ngarments being heavy with water, the savage people came upon me,\nand took me for a prey, and slew me. And now the winds and waves bear\nme about as they will. Wherefore I pray thee, by thy father, and\nI\u00fclus, the hope of thy house, that thou deliver me from these woes.\nGo, therefore, I pray thee, to the haven of Velia, and cast earth upon\nme for burial; or give me now thy hand, and take me with thee across\nthis river.\"\n\nThen said the priestess, \"O Palinurus, what madness is this? Wilt thou\nwithout due burial cross the river, and look upon the awful faces of\nthe Furies? Think not that the Fates can be changed by prayers. Yet\nhear this, and be comforted. They that slew thee, being sore troubled\nby many plagues, shall make due expiation to thee, and build a tomb,\nand make offerings thereon year by year; and the place where they slew\nthee shall be called after thy name.\"\n\nThen he took comfort and departed. But when they came near to the\nriver, the Boatman beheld them, and cried, \"Stay thou, whoever thou\nart, that comest armed to this river, and tell me what thou seekest.\nThis is the land of Shadows, of Sleep, and of Night. The living may\nnot be ferried in this boat. An evil day it was when I carried\nHercules, and Theseus, and Piritho\u00fcs, though they were children of the\nGods. For Hercules chained the Watch-dog of hell, and dragged him\ntrembling from his master's seat. And Theseus and his friend sought to\ncarry away the Queen even from the chamber of her husband.\"\n\nThen the Sibyl made answer: \"Be not troubled. We came not hither with\nevil thoughts. Let the Watch-dog of hell make the pale ghosts afraid;\nlet your Queen abide in her husband's palace; we will not harm them.\n\u00c6neas of Troy cometh down to hell that he may speak with his father.\nAnd if thou takest no account of such piety, yet thou wilt know this\ntoken.\"\n\nAnd she showed him the bough of gold. And when he saw it he laid aside\nhis anger, rejoicing to behold, now after many years, the marvellous\ngift. Then he brought near his boat to the bank, and drave out the\nsouls that were therein, and took on board \u00c6neas and the priestess.\nMuch did it groan with the weight, and the water poured apace\nthrough the seams thereof. Yet did they come safe across.\n\n  [Illustration: CERBERUS.]\n\nThen they saw Cerberus, the Watch-dog, in his cave. And to him the\nSibyl gave a cake of honey and poppy-seed, causing sleep. And this he\nswallowed, opening wide his three ravenous mouths, and straightway\nstretched himself out asleep across the cave.\n\nAfter this they heard a great wailing of infants, even the voices of\nsuch as are taken away before they have had lot or part in life. And\nnear to these were such as have died by false accusation; yet lack\nthey not justice, for Minos trieth their cause. And yet beyond, they\nthat, being guiltless, have laid hands upon themselves. Fain would\nthey now endure hardships, being yet alive, but may not, for the river\nkeeps them in with its unlovely stream as in a prison. Not far from\nthese are the Mourning Fields, where dwell the souls of those that\nhave died of love, as Procris, whom Cephalus slew in error, and\nLaodamia, who died of grief for her husband. And among these was Dido,\nfresh from the wound wherewith she slew herself. And when \u00c6neas saw\nher darkly through the shadows, even as one who sees, or thinketh\nthat he sees, the new moon lately risen, he wept, and said, \"O Dido,\nit was truth, then, that they told me, saying that thou hadst slain\nthyself with the sword. Tell me, Was I the cause of thy death? Loath\nwas I, O Queen--I swear it by all that is most holy in heaven or\nhell--to leave thy land. But the Gods, at whose bidding I come hither\nthis day, constrained me; nor did I think that thou wouldst take such\nsorrow from my departure. But stay; depart not; for never again may I\nspeak to thee but this once only.\"\n\nSo he spake, and would fain have appeased her wrath. But she cast her\neyes to the ground, and her heart was hard against him, even as a\nrock. And she departed into a grove that was hard by, wherein was her\nfirst husband, Sich\u00e6us, who loved her even as he was loved. After this\nthey came to the land where the heroes dwell. And there they saw\nTydeus, who died before Thebes; and Adrastus, and also many men of\nTroy, as the three sons of Antenor, and Id\u00e6us, who was the\narmour-bearer of King Priam, and bare the arms and drave the chariot\nyet. All these gathered about him, and would fain know wherefore he\nhad come. But when the hosts of Agamemnon saw his shining arms through\nthe darkness, they fled, as in old days they had fled to the ships;\nand some would have cried aloud, but could not, so thin are the voices\nof the dead.\n\n  [Illustration: \u00c6NEAS AND THE SHADE OF DIDO.]\n\nAmong these he saw De\u00efphobus, son of Priam. Cruelly mangled was he,\nfor his hands had been cut off, and his ears and his nostrils\nlikewise. Scarce did \u00c6neas know him, and he himself in shame would\nhave hidden his wounds; but the son of Anchises spake to him, saying,\n\"Who hath dealt so foully with thee, great De\u00efphobus? Men told me that\non the last night of Troy thou didst fall dead on a heap of Greeks\nwhom thou hadst slain. Wherefore I built thee a tomb by the sea, and\nthrice called aloud thy name. But thee I found not, that I might lay\nthee therein.\"\n\nThen De\u00efphobus made answer: \"Thou hast left nothing undone, but hast\npaid me all due honour. But my ill fate and the accursed wickedness of\nthe Spartan woman have destroyed me. How we spent that last night in\nidle rejoicings thou knowest. And she, while the women of Troy danced\nbefore the Gods, stood holding a torch on the citadel, as though she\nwere their leader, yet in truth she called therewith the Greeks from\nTenedos. But I lay overcome with weariness in my chamber. Then did\nshe, a noble wife, forsooth! take all the arms out of the house, and\nmy trusty sword also from under my head; and after brought thereunto\nMenela\u00fcs, so hoping to do away her sin against him; and Ulysses also,\nalways ready with evil counsels. What need of more? May the Gods do so\nand more also to them. But tell me why hast thou come hither?\"\n\nAnd it was now past noonday, and the two had spent in talk all the\nallotted time. Therefore the Sibyl spake: \"Night cometh, \u00c6neas, and we\nwaste the day in tears. Lo! here are two roads. This on the right hand\nleadeth to the palace of Pluto and to the Elysian plains; and that on\nthe left to Tartarus, the abode of the wicked.\" And De\u00efphobus\nanswered: \"Be not wroth, great priestess; I depart to my own place. Do\nthou, my friend, go on and prosper.\"\n\nBut as \u00c6neas looked round he saw a great building, and a three-fold\nwall about it, and round the wall a river of fire. Great gates there\nwere, and a tower of brass, and the fury Tisiphone sat as warder. Also\nhe heard the sound of those that smote upon an anvil, and the clanking\nof chains. And he stood, and said, \"What mean these things that I see\nand hear?\" Then the Sibyl made answer: \"The foot of the righteous may\nnot pass that threshold. But when the Queen of hell gave me this\noffice she herself led me through the place and told me all. There\nsits Rhadamanthus the Cretan, and judges the dead. And them that be\ncondemned Tisiphone taketh, and the gate which thou seest openeth to\nreceive them. And within is a great pit, and the depth thereof is as\nthe height of heaven. Herein lie the Titans, the sons of Earth, whom\nJupiter smote with the thunder; and herein the sons of Aloeus, who\nstrove to thrust the Gods from heaven; and Salmoneus, who would have\nmocked the thunder of Jupiter, riding in his chariot through the\ncities of Elis, and shaking a torch, and giving himself out to be a\ngod. But the lightning smote him in his pride. Also I saw Tityos,\nspread over nine acres of ground, and the vulture feeding on his\nheart. And over some hangs a great stone ready to fall; and some sit\nat the banquet, but when they would eat, the Fury at their side\nforbids, and rises and shakes her torch and thunders in their ears.\nThese are they who while they were yet alive hated their brothers, or\nstruck father or mother, or deceived one that trusted to them, or kept\ntheir riches for themselves, nor cared for those of their own\nhousehold (a great multitude are they), or stirred up civil strife.\nAnd of these some roll a great stone and cease not, and some are bound\nto wheels, and some sit for ever crying, 'Learn to do righteousness\nand to fear the Gods.'\"\n\n  [Illustration: THE FURY AT THE FEAST.]\n\nAnd when the priestess had finished these words they hastened on their\nway. And, after a while, she said, \"Lo! here is the palace which the\nCyclop\u00e9s built for Pluto and the Queen of hell. Here must we offer the\ngift of the bough of gold.\" And this being accomplished, they came to\nthe dwellings of the righteous. Here are green spaces, with woods\nabout them; and the light of their heaven is fuller and brighter\nthan that which men behold. Another sun they have and other stars.\nSome of them contend together in wrestling and running; and some dance\nin measure, singing the while a pleasant song; and Orpheus, clad in a\nlong robe, makes music, touching his harp, now with his fingers and\nnow with an ivory bow. Here did \u00c6neas marvel to see the mighty men of\nold, such as were Ilus, and Dardanus, builder of Troy. Their spears\nstood fixed in the earth, and their horses fed about the plain; for\nthey love spear and chariot and horses, even as they loved them upon\nearth. And others sat and feasted, sitting on the grass in a\nsweet-smelling grove of bay, whence flows the river which men upon the\nearth call the Po. Here were they who had died for their country, and\nholy priests, and poets who had uttered nothing base, and such as had\nfound out witty inventions, or had done great good to men. All these\nhad snow-white garlands on their heads. Then spake the Sibyl to\nMus\u00e6us, who stood in the midst, surpassing them all in stature: \"Tell\nme, happy souls, where shall we find Anchises.\" And Mus\u00e6us answered,\n\"We have no certain dwelling-place: but climb this hill, and ye can\nsee the whole plain below, and doubtless him whom ye seek.\"\n\nThen they beheld Anchises where he sat in a green valley, regarding\nthe spirits of those who should be born in after-time of his race. And\nwhen he beheld \u00c6neas coming, he stretched out his hands and cried,\n\"Comest thou, my son? Hast thou won thy way hither to me? Even so I\nthought that it would be, and lo! my hope hath not failed me.\"\n\nAnd \u00c6neas made answer, \"Yea, I have come a long way to see thee, even\nas thy spirit bade me. And now let me embrace thee with my arms.\"\n\nBut when he would have embraced him it was as if he clasped the air.\n\nThen \u00c6neas looked and beheld a river, and a great company of souls\nthereby, thick as the bees on a calm summer day in a garden of lilies.\nAnd when he would know the meaning of the concourse, Anchises said,\n\"These are souls which have yet to live again in a mortal body, and\nthey are constrained to drink of the water of forgetfulness.\" And\n\u00c6neas said, \"Nay, my father, can any desire to take again upon them\nthe body of death?\" Then Anchises made reply: \"Listen, my son, and I\nwill tell thee all. There is one soul in heaven and earth and the\nstars and the shining orb of the moon and the great sun himself; from\nwhich soul also cometh the life of man and of beast, and of the birds\nof the air, and of the fishes of the sea. And this soul is of a divine\nnature, but the mortal body maketh it slow and dull. Hence come fear\nand desire, and grief and joy, so that, being as it were shut in a\nprison, the spirit beholdeth not any more the light that is without.\nAnd when the mortal life is ended yet are not men quit of all the\nevils of the body, seeing that these must needs be put away in many\nmarvellous ways. For some are hung up to the winds, and with some\ntheir wickedness is washed out by water, or burnt out with fire. But a\nghostly pain we all endure. Then we that are found worthy are sent\nunto Elysium and the plains of the blest. And when, after many days,\nthe soul is wholly pure, it is called to the river of forgetfulness,\nthat it may drink thereof, and so return to the world that is above.\"\n\nThen he led \u00c6neas and the Sibyl to a hill, whence they could see the\nwhole company, and regard their faces as they came; and he said,\n\"Come, and I will show thee them that shall come after thee. That\nyouth who leans upon a pointless spear is Silvius, thy youngest child,\nwhom Lavinia shall bear to thee in thy old age. He shall reign in\nAlba, and shall be the father of kings. And many other kings are there\nwho shall build cities great and famous. Lo! there is Romulus, whom\nIlia shall bear to Mars. He shall build Rome, whose empire shall reach\nto the ends of the earth and its glory to the heaven. Seest thou him\nwith the olive crown about his head and the white beard? That is he\nwho shall first give laws to Rome. And next to him is Tullus, the\nwarrior. And there are the Tarquins; and Brutus, who shall set the\npeople free, aye, and shall slay his own sons when they would be false\nto their country. See also the Decii; and Torquatus, with the cruel\naxe; and Camillus winning back the standards of Rome. There standeth\none who shall subdue Corinth; and there another who shall avenge the\nblood of Troy upon the race of Achilles. There, too, thou mayest see\nthe Scipios, thunderbolts of war, whom the land of Africa shall fear;\nand there Regulus, busy in the furrows; and there the Fabii, chiefly\nhim, greatest of the name, who shall save thy country by wise delay.\nSuch, my son, shall be thy children's children. Others with softer\ntouch shall carve the face of man in marble or mould the bronze; some\nmore skilfully shall plead, or map the skies, or tell the rising of\nthe stars. 'Tis thine, man of Rome, to subdue the world. This is thy\nwork, to set the rule of peace over the vanquished, to spare the\nhumble, and to subdue the proud.\"\n\nThen he spake again: \"Regard him who is the first of all the company\nof conquerors. He is Marcellus; he shall save the state in the day of\ntrouble, and put to flight Carthaginian and Gaul.\"\n\nThen said \u00c6neas, for he chanced to see by his side a youth clad in\nshining armour, and very fair to look upon, but sad, and with downcast\neyes, \"Tell me, father, who is this? How noble is he! What a company\nis about him! but there is a shadow of darkness round his head.\"\n\nAnd Anchises made answer, \"O my son, seek not to know the greatest\nsorrow that shall befall thy children after thee. This youth the\nFates shall only show for a brief space to man. Rome would seem too\nmighty to the Gods should he but live! What mourning shall there be\nfor him! What a funeral shalt thou see, O river of Tiber, as thou\nflowest by the new-made tomb! No youth of the race of Troy shall\npromise so much as he. Alas! for his righteousness, and truth, and\nvalour unsurpassed! O luckless boy, if thou canst haply break thy evil\ndoom thou shalt be a Marcellus. Give handfuls of lilies. I will\nscatter the bright flowers and pay the idle honours to my grandson's\nshade.\"\n\nThus did Anchises show his son things to be, and kindled his soul with\ndesire of glory. Also he showed him what wars he must wage, and how he\nshould endure, or, if it might be, avoid the evils to come.\n\nThere are two gates of Sleep, of horn the one, by which true dreams go\nforth; of ivory the other, by which the false. Then did Anchises send\nforth his son and the Sibyl by the ivory gate. And \u00c6neas returned to\nthe ships, and making sail came to the cape which was afterwards\ncalled Caieta.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XV.\n\nKING LATINUS.\n\n\nWhile they tarried at Cum\u00e6, Caieta, who was the nurse of \u00c6neas, died\nand was buried; and they called the cape after her name. And\nafterwards they set sail, and passed by the island wherein dwelt\nCirc\u00e9, who is the daughter of the Sun. Pleasantly doth she sing,\nsitting at the loom, and burneth torches of sweet-smelling cedar to\ngive her light by night. And round about her dwelling you may hear the\ngrowling of lions and wild boars and bears and wolves, which are men\nwhom the goddess with her enchantments hath changed into the shapes of\nbeasts. But Neptune would not that the men of Troy, being fearers of\nthe Gods, should suffer such things. Therefore did he send them\nfavourable winds, so that they passed quickly by that land.\n\nNow when it was dawn, the wind being now lulled, they came to a great\nwood upon the shore, and in the midst of the wood the river Tiber,\nyellow with much abundance of sand, flowing into the sea. And on the\nshore and in the wood were many birds. Thither the men of Troy brought\ntheir ships safe to land.\n\nOf this country Latinus was king, who was the son of Faunus, who was\nthe son of Picus, who was the son of Saturn. And King Latinus had not\na son, but a daughter only, Lavinia by name, who was now of an age to\nbe married. Many chiefs of Latium, and of all Italy, desired to have\nher to wife; of whom the first was Turnus, a very comely youth, and of\na royal house. Now the queen, the mother of the virgin, loved him, and\nwould fain have married her daughter to him, but the Gods hindered the\nmarriage with ill omens and marvels. In the midst of the palace was a\ngreat bay-tree, which the king who builded the house had dedicated to\nPh\u0153bus. On this there lighted a great swarm of bees, and hung like\nunto a cluster of grapes from a bough thereof. And the seers,\nbeholding the thing, cried, \"There cometh a stranger who shall be\nhusband to Lavinia, and a strange people who shall bear rule in this\nplace.\" Also when Lavinia lighted the fire upon the altar, standing by\nher father, a flame leapt therefrom upon her hair, and burned the\nornament that was upon her head and the crown of jewels and gold, and\nspread with smoke and fire over the whole palace. Whereupon the\nprophets spake, saying, \"The virgin indeed shall be famous and great,\nbut there cometh a dreadful war upon her people.\" And King Latinus,\nfearing what these things might mean, inquired of the oracle of\nFaunus, his father, which is by the grove of Albunea. Now the custom\nis that the priest offereth sacrifice in the grove and lieth down to\nsleep on the skins of the sheep that he hath slain; and it cometh to\npass that he seeth visions in the night and heareth the voice of the\nGods. So King Latinus, being himself a priest, made a great sacrifice,\neven of a hundred sheep, and lay down to sleep upon the skins thereof.\nAnd when he was laid down, straightway there came a voice from the\ngrove, saying, \"Seek not, my son, to marry thy daughter to a chief of\nthis land. There shall come a son-in-law from beyond the sea, who\nshall exalt our name from the one end of heaven to the other.\" Nor did\nthe king hide these things, but noised them abroad, and the fame\nthereof was great in these days when \u00c6neas and his company came to the\nland of Italy.\n\nNow it so chanced that \u00c6neas and I\u00fclus his son, and others of the\nprinces, sat down to eat under a tree; and they had platters of dough\nwhereon to eat their meat. And when they had ended, and were not\nsatisfied, they ate their platters also, not thinking what they did.\nThen said I\u00fclus, making sport, \"What! do we eat even our tables?\" And\n\u00c6neas was right glad to hear this thing, and embraced the boy, and\nsaid, \"Now know I that we are come to the land which the Gods have\npromised to me and to my people, that they would give us. For my\nfather, Anchises, spake to me, saying, 'My son, when thou shalt come\nto a land that thou knowest not, and hunger shall constrain thee to\neat thy tables, then know that thou hast found thee a home.' Now,\ntherefore, seeing that these things have an accomplishment, let us\npour out libations to Jupiter, and make our prayers also to my father,\nAnchises, and make merry. And in the morning we will search out the\ncountry, and see who they be that dwell herein.\"\n\nThen he bound a garland of leaves about his head, and made his prayers\nto Mother Earth, and to the gods of the land, of whom indeed he knew\nnot who they were, and to Father Jupiter, and to the other gods also.\nAnd when he had ended his prayer, Jupiter thundered thrice from the\nsky. Then was it noised abroad among the men of Troy that now indeed\nwere they come to the land where they should build them a city; and\nthey ate and drank and made merry.\n\nThe next day those who should search out the country went forth. And\nwhen it was told \u00c6neas, saying that this river was the Tiber, and that\nthe people who dwelt in the land were the Latins, valiant men of war,\nhe chose out a hundred men who should go, with crowns of olive upon\ntheir heads, to the city of the king, having also gifts in their\nhands, and should pray that there might be peace between the men of\nTroy and his people. And the men made haste to depart; and in the\nmeanwhile \u00c6neas marked out for himself a camp, and bade that they\nshould make a rampart and a ditch.\n\nNow when they that were sent came nigh to the city, they saw the young\nmen in the plain that was before it, riding upon horses and driving\nchariots. Others shot with the bow or cast javelins, and some\ncontended in running or boxing. And one rode on horseback and told the\nking, saying that certain men in strange raiment were come. Then the\nking commanded that they should be brought into the palace, and sat\nupon the throne of his fathers, and gave audience to them.\n\nNow the palace stood on the hill that was in the midst of the city,\nwhere King Picus had builded it, having woods about it very sacred.\nHere did the kings first receive the sceptre, that they should bear\nrule over the people. A senate-house also it was, and a\nbanqueting-house, where the princes sat feasting. Very great was it\nand magnificent, having a hundred pillars; and in the halls were the\nstatues of ancient kings, carven in cedar, even Italus, and Sabinus\nthe vine-dresser, and Father Saturn, and Janus with the two faces.\nAlso on the wall hung trophies of war, chariots, and battle-axes, and\nhelmets, and javelins, and the beaks of ships. And sitting on a throne\nwas the image of King Picus, clad in royal apparel, bearing a shield\non his left arm. But the king himself his wife Circ\u00e9 had changed into\na bird.\n\nAnd King Latinus spake, saying, \"Tell me, men of Troy, for I know you\nwho you are, what seek ye? For what cause are ye come to the land of\nItaly? Have ye gone astray in your journey? or have the storms driven\nyou out of the way, as ofttimes befalleth men that sail upon the sea?\nYe are welcome. And know that we be of the race of Saturn, who do\nrighteously, not by constraint, but of our own will. From hence also,\neven from Corythus, which is a city of the Etrurians, went forth\nDardanus, and abode in the land of Troy.\"\n\nThen Ilioneus made answer, saying, \"Great King, we have not gone\nastray in our journey, nor have storms driven us out of the way. Of\nset purpose are we come to this land. For we were driven away by\nill-fortune from our country, of which things we doubt not, O King,\nthat thou knowest the certainty. For who is there under the whole\nheaven who knoweth not what a storm of destruction came forth from the\nland of Greece and overthrew the great city of Troy, Europe and Asia\nsetting themselves in arms against each other? And now are we come to\nask for a parcel of land whereon we may dwell; and for air and water,\nwhich indeed are common to all men. Nor shall we do dishonour to this\nrealm, nor be unthankful for these benefits. And be sure, O king, that\nit will not repent thee that thou hast received us. For indeed many\nnations and lands would fain have joined us to themselves. But the\nGods laid a command upon us that we should come to this country of\nItaly. For indeed, as thou sayest, Dardanus came forth from hence, and\nthither his children, Apollo bidding them, would return. And now,\nbehold, \u00c6neas sends thee these gifts of the things which remain to us\nof the riches which we had aforetime. This sceptre King Priam held\nwhen he did justice among his people; here is a crown also, and\ngarments which the women of Troy have worked with their hands.\"\n\nThen for awhile King Latinus kept silence, fixing his eyes upon the\nground. Deeply did he ponder in his heart upon the marriage of his\ndaughter, and upon the oracles of Faunus his father, whether indeed\nthis stranger that was now come to his land might haply be the\nson-in-law of whom the prophets had spoken. At the last he spake,\nsaying, \"May the Gods prosper this matter between you and me. We\ngrant, men of Troy, that which ye ask. Also we regard these your\ngifts. Know ye that while we reign in this land ye shall not want for\nriches, even unto the measure of the riches of Troy. And for your\nking, \u00c6neas, if he desire, as ye say, to join himself with us, let him\ncome and look upon us, face to face. And also take ye back this\nmessage to your king. I have a daughter, whom the Gods suffer me not\nto marry to a husband of this land. For they say that there shall come\na stranger who shall be my son-in-law, and that from his loins shall\ncome forth those who shall raise our name even unto the stars.\"\n\nThen the king commanded that they should bring forth horses from the\nstalls. Now there stood in the stalls three hundred horses, very fleet\nof foot. And of these they brought forth one hundred, one for each\nman of Troy; and they were decked with trappings of purple, and\nchamped on bits of gold. And for \u00c6neas himself he sent a chariot, and\ntwo horses breathing fire from their nostrils, which were of the breed\nof the horses of the Sun. So the men of Troy went back riding on\nhorses, and took to \u00c6neas the gifts and the message of peace.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XVI.\n\nTHE WRATH OF JUNO.\n\n\nNow Juno beheld how the men of Troy were come to the land of Italy,\nand were now building them houses to dwell in; and great wrath came\ninto her heart, and she spake to herself, saying, \"Of a truth this\naccursed race hath vanquished me. For the flames of Troy burned them\nnot, neither hath the sea devoured them. And, lo! they are come to the\nplace where they would be, even to the river of Tiber. Yet could Mars\ndestroy the whole nation of the Lapith\u00e6, when he was wroth with them;\nand Jupiter suffered Diana to prevail against the land of Calydon. Yet\nhad not the Lapith\u00e6 or Calydon done so great wickedness as hath this\nnation of Troy. And I, who am the wife of Jupiter, am vanquished by\n\u00c6neas! Yet have I means yet remaining to me, for if the Gods of heaven\nwill not help me, then will I betake me to the powers of hell. From\nthe kingdom of Latium I may not keep him, and the Gods decree that he\nshall have Lavinia to wife. Yet may I hinder the matter. Surely at a\ngreat price shall they buy this alliance; and thy dowry, O virgin,\nshall be the blood of Italy and of Troy.\"\n\nThen Juno descended to the lower parts of the earth, and called to\nAlecto from the dwellings of her sisters the Furies--Alecto who loveth\nwar and anger and treachery, and all evil deeds. Even Pluto hateth\nher, aye, and her sisters likewise, so dreadful is she to behold. And\nJuno spake to her, saying, \"Now would I have thee help me, Daughter of\nNight, that I lose not my proper honour. I will not that \u00c6neas should\nhave the daughter of Latinus to wife, or dwell in the land of Italy.\nSeeing therefore that thou canst set brother against brother, and\nbring enmity into houses and kingdoms, that they should fall, break\nthis peace that they have made, and bring to pass some occasion of\nwar.\"\n\nThen straightway Alecto betook herself to the dwelling of King\nLatinus. There found she Amata, the queen, in great trouble and wrath,\nfor she loved not the men of Troy, and would have Turnus for her\nson-in-law. And the Fury took a snake from her hair, and thrust it\ninto the bosom of the queen. About her breast it glided unfelt, and\nbreathed poisonous breath into her heart. And now it became a collar\nof twisted gold about her neck, and now a crown about her head,\nbinding her hair. At the first indeed, when the poison began to work,\nand her whole heart was not as yet filled with the fever, she spake\ngently and after the wont of a mother, weeping much the while over her\ndaughter. \"Art thou then ready, my husband, to give thy daughter to\nthis exile of Troy? Hast thou no pity for thyself, or thy daughter, or\nme? Well know I that with the first north wind he will fly and carry\nher away over the sea. And what of thy word, and of the faith that\nthou hast pledged so many times to Turnus thy kinsman? If thou must\nseek a son-in-law from the land of the stranger, I hold that they all\nbe strangers who obey not thy rule, and that the Gods mean not other\nthan this. And Turnus, if thou wilt inquire more deeply into his\ndescent, is of the lineage of Inachus, and cometh in the beginning\nfrom the land of Mycen\u00e6.\"\n\nBut when she perceived that her husband heeded not these words, and\nwhen also the poison of the serpent had now altogether prevailed over\nher, she ran through the city like to one that is mad. Nay, she\nfeigned that the frenzy of Bacchus was upon her, and fled into the\nwoods, taking her daughter with her, to the end that she might hinder\nthe marriage. Many other women also, when they heard this thing, went\nforth, leaving their homes. With bare necks and hair unbound they\nwent, crying aloud the while; and in their hands they held staves of\npine, and were clad in the skins of wild beasts. And in the midst of\nthem stood the queen, holding a great pine torch in her hand, and\nsinging the marriage song of her daughter and Turnus; and her eyes\nwere red as blood.\n\nNext after this the Fury, deeming that she had overthrown the counsels\nof Latinus, sped to the city of Turnus the Rutulian. Now the name of\nthe city was called Ardea, and Dana\u00eb builded it in old time; Ardea is\nit called to this day, but its glory hath departed. Now Turnus was\nasleep in his palace, and Alecto took upon her the shape of an old\nwoman, even of Chalyb\u00e9, who was the priestess of Juno; and she spake,\nsaying, \"Turnus, wilt thou suffer all thy toil to be in vain, and thy\nkingdom to be given to another? King Latinus taketh from thee thy\nbetrothed wife, and chooses a stranger that he should inherit his\nkingdom. Juno commanded that I should tell thee this in thy sleep.\nRise, therefore, and arm thy people. Consume these strangers and their\nships with fire. And if King Latinus yet will not abide by his\npromise, let him know for himself what Turnus can do in the day of\nbattle.\"\n\nBut Turnus laughed her to scorn. \"That the ships of the stranger have\ncome to the Tiber, I know full well. But tell me not these tales.\nQueen Juno forgetteth me not, therefore I am not afraid; but thou,\nmother, art old, and wanderest from the truth, and troublest thyself\nfor nought, and art mocked with idle fear. Thy business it is to tend\nthe temples of the Gods and their images, but as for war, leave that\nto men, seeing that it is their care.\"\n\nGreatly wroth was Alecto to hear such words. And even while he spake\nthe young man shuddered and stared with his eyes, for the Fury hissed\nbefore him with a thousand snakes. And when he would have spoken more,\nshe thrust him back, and caught two snakes from her hair, and lashed\nhim therewith, and cried aloud, \"Old am I! and wander from the truth!\nand am mocked with idle fears! Nay, but I come from the dwelling of\nthe Furies, and war and death are in my hand!\"\n\nAnd she cast a torch at the youth, and fixed it smoking with baleful\nlight in his heart. Then, in great fear, he woke, and a cold sweat\nburst forth upon him, and he cried aloud for his arms, and was\nexceedingly mad for battle. Also he bade the youth arm themselves,\nsaying that he would thrust the men of Troy out of Italy, aye, and\nfight, if need were, with the Latins also. And the people hearkened\nunto him, so fair was he, and of noble birth, and great renown in war.\n\nThen Alecto hied her to the place where I\u00fclus was hunting the beasts\nof the forest. Now there was a stag, very stately, with exceeding\ngreat horns, which Tyrrheus and his children had brought up from a\nfawn. And Silvia, a fair virgin who was his daughter, was wont to\nadorn it with garlands, and to comb it, and to wash it with water. By\nday it would wander in the woods, and at nightfall come back to the\nhouse. This stag, then, the dogs of I\u00fclus having scented pursued, and\nindeed Alecto brought it to pass that this mischief shall befall; and\nI\u00fclus also, following hard upon his dogs, shot an arrow at it, nor\nmissed (for the Fury would have it so), but pierced it through. Then\nthe wounded beast fled back to the house which it knew, being covered\nwith blood, and filled it with a lamentable voice, as one that crieth\nfor help. And Silvia heard it, and cried to the country folk for aid,\nwho came forthwith, Alecto urging them (for the accursed thing lay hid\nin the woods). And one had a charred firebrand and another a knotted\nstick, each such weapon as came to his hand. And Tyrrheus, who chanced\nto be splitting a tall oak with wedges, led the way, having a great\naxe in his hand.\n\nThen did Alecto climb upon the roof, and, sounding with hellish voice\nthrough a clarion, sent abroad the shepherds' signal. And all the\nforest trembled at the sound, and Trivia's lake and Nar, with his\nwhite sulphurous wave, and the fountains of Velia; and trembling\nmothers pressed their children to their breasts.\n\nThen ran together all the country folk, and the youth of Troy hasted\nalso to the help of I\u00fclus. And now they fought not with clubs and\ncharred stakes, but with swords and spears in battle array. Then Almo\nfell, the eldest of the sons of Tyrrheus, stricken in the throat, with\nmany others round him, and among them the old man Gal\u00e6sus, even as he\noffered himself to be a mediator between the two. Most righteous of\nmen was he, and richest likewise, for he had five flocks of sheep and\nfive herds of cattle, and tilled the earth with a hundred ploughs.\n\nBut Alecto, when she had accomplished these things, hasted to Juno,\nand spake, saying, \"I have done thy bidding; and now, if thou wilt, I\nwill to the neighbouring cities, spreading among them rumours of\nwars.\" But Juno answered, \"It is enough; there hath been the shedding\nof blood. It were not well that the Father should see thee wandering\nin the upper air, wherefore depart, and if aught remain to be done, I\nwill see to it.\"\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XVII.\n\nTHE GATHERING OF THE CHIEFS.\n\n\nAfter this the shepherds hasted back to the city, and bare with them\nthe dead, even the youth Almo and the old man Gal\u00e6sus, and cried for\nvengeance to the Gods and to the king. And fiercest of all was Turnus,\ncomplaining that men of Troy were called to reign over them, and that\nhe himself was banished. And all the multitude was urgent with the\nking that he should make war against the strangers; neither did any\nman regard the commands of the Gods. But the king stood firm, even as\na great rock in the sea is not moved though the waves roar about it\nand the seaweed is dashed upon its sides. But when he saw that he\ncould not prevail against these evil counsels, he called the Gods to\nwitness, crying, \"The storm strikes upon me, and I may not stand\nagainst it. O foolish Latins, ye shall pay for this madness with your\nblood, and thou, Turnus, shalt suffer the worst punishment of all; and\nwhen thou shalt turn to the Gods they shall not hear thee. But as for\nme, my rest is at hand; I lose but the honours of my funeral.\"\n\nIt was a custom in Latium, which Alba kept in after time, and mighty\nRome yet keepeth to this day, that when she beginneth to make war, be\nit on the men of Thrace or the men of the East, Arab, or Indian, or\nParthian, they open the great gates of the temple (double they are,\nand made strong with bolts of brass and iron), on the threshold\nwhereof sitteth Janus, the guardian. For the Consul himself, with robe\nand girdle, so soon as the fathers give their sentence for war, throws\nthem wide, and the people follow the Consul, and the horns blow a\ngreat blast together. Even so they bade King Latinus, after the custom\nof his country, declare war against the men of Troy, and open the\ngates of slaughter; but he would not, flying and hiding himself in\ndarkness. Then did great Juno herself come down and burst asunder the\niron-bound gates of war.\n\n  [Illustration: TURNUS OVER THE BODIES OF ALMO AND GAL\u00c6SUS.]\n\nThen through the land of Italy men prepared themselves for battle,\nmaking bright shield and spear and sharpening the axe upon the\nwhetstone. And in five cities did they set up anvils to make arms\nthereon, head-pieces, and shields of wicker, and breast-plates of\nbronze, and greaves of silver. Nor did men regard any more the\nreaping-hook nor the plough, making new for battle the swords of their\nfathers.\n\nNow the greatest of the chiefs were these:\n\nFirst, Prince Mezentius, the Tuscan, who regarded not the Gods; and\nwith him Lausus his son, than whom was none fairer in the host but\nTurnus only. A thousand men followed him from Agylla. Worthy was he of\na better father.\n\nNext came, with horses that none might surpass, Aventinus, son of\nHercules; and on his shield was the emblem of his father, the Hydra,\nwith its hundred snakes. Long swords had his men and Sabine spears;\nand he himself had about his head and shoulders a great lion's skin,\nwith terrible mane and great white teeth.\n\nAnd from Tibur came two youths of Argos, twin brothers, Catillus and\nCoras, swift and strong as two Centaurs from the hills. And C\u00e6culus,\nwho builded Pr\u00e6neste, was there, son of Vulcan, and a great company\nof country folk with him, whereof many bare not shield nor spear, but\nslings with bullets of lead, and javelins in either hand, and helmets\nof wolf's skin upon their heads.\n\nAfter him marched Messapus, tamer of horses, Neptune's son, whom no\nman might lay low with fire or sword; and the people followed, singing\na war-song of their king, like to a great flock of swans, which flies\nwith many cries across the Asian marsh. And next Clausus the Sabine,\nfrom whom is sprung the great Claudian house; and Halesus, companion\nof Agamemnon, and enemy of Troy from of old, with many nations behind\nhim; clubs had they, fastened with thongs of leather, and wicker\nshields on their left arms, and their swords were shaped as\nreaping-hooks. After these came \u0152balus, son of Telon, with the men of\nCampania, wearing helmets of cork, and having shields and swords of\nbronze; also Ufens, of Ners\u00e6, with his robber bands; and Umbro, the\nMarsian priest, a mighty wizard and charmer of serpents, who also\ncould heal their bite; but the wound of the Trojan spears he could not\nheal, nor did all his charms and mighty herbs avail him.\n\nWith them also came Virbius, son of Hippolytus, from Egeria. For men\nsay that Hippolytus, when the curse of his father had fallen upon him,\nand he had perished by the madness of his horses, was made alive by\nthe skill of \u00c6sculapius, and that Jupiter, being wroth that a mortal\nshould return from the dead, slew the healer, the son of Ph\u0153bus, with\nhis thunderbolt; but that Hippolytus Diana hid in the grove of Aricia,\nthat he might spend the rest of his days obscure and without offence.\nAnd therefore do they yet hinder horses from coming near to the temple\nof Diana. Nevertheless the youth Virbius drave horses in his chariot.\n\nBut chief among them all was Turnus, who moved in the midst, clad in\narmour, and overtopping them all by his head. And he had a helmet with\nthree crests, and the Chim\u00e6ra thereon for a sign; and on his shield\nwas Io, with her horns lifted to heaven, and Argus the herdsman, and\nInachus pouring a river from his urn. A great multitude of footmen\nfollowed him, Rutulians and Sicanians, and they that dwelt about the\nTiber, and about Anxur, and about the green woods of Feronia.\n\nLast of all came Camilla the Volscian, with a great company on\nhorses, clad in armour of bronze. She loved neither distaff nor the\nbasket of Minerva, but rather to fight and to outstrip the winds in\nrunning. And a mighty runner was she, for she would run over the\nharvest-field nor harm the corn, and when she sped across the waves of\nthe sea she wetted not her foot therein. All the youth marvelled to\nbehold her, and the women stood gazing upon her as she went. For a\nrobe of royal purple was about her shoulders, and a snood of gold\nabout her hair; and she carried a Syrian quiver and a pike of\nmyrtle-wood, as the shepherds are wont.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XVIII.\n\nKING EVANDER.\n\n\nSo the chiefs were gathered together, and much people with them,\nMezentius, and Ufens, and Messapus being their leaders. They sent an\nembassy likewise to Diomed (for Diomed had built him a city in Italy,\neven Arpi), to tell him that \u00c6neas and the men of Troy were setting up\na kingdom in these parts, and to bid him take counsel for himself.\n\nBut \u00c6neas was much troubled at these things, and cast about in his\nmind where he should look for help. And while he meditated thereon he\nslept. And lo! in his dreams the god of the river, even Father Tiber,\nappeared to him. An old man was he, and clad in a blue linen robe, and\nhaving a crown of reeds upon his head. And he spake, saying, \"Thou art\nwelcome to this land, to which thou hast brought the Gods of Troy. Be\nnot dismayed at wars and rumours of wars, nor cease from thy\nenterprise. And this shall be a sign unto thee. Thou shalt find upon\nthe shore a white sow with thirty young, white also, about her teats.\nAnd it shall come to pass that after thirty years I\u00fclus shall build\nhim the White City. And now I will tell thee how thou shalt have\nvictory in this war. Certain men of Arcadia, following their king,\nEvander, have built a city in this land, and called its name\nPallantium. These wage war continually with the Latins. To them\ntherefore thou must go, making thy way up the stream of the river.\nRise therefore, and offer sacrifice to Juno, appeasing her wrath. And\nto me thou shalt perform thy vows when thou shalt have prevailed. For\nknow that I am Tiber the river, and that of all the rivers on earth\nnone is dearer to the Gods.\"\n\n  [Illustration: \u00c6NEAS AND TIBER.]\n\nThen \u00c6neas roused him from sleep, and made his supplications to the\nNymphs and the river god, that they would be favourable to him. And\nwhen he looked, lo! upon the shore a white sow with thirty young,\nwhite also, about her teats. Of these he made a sacrifice to Juno. And\nafter this he commanded that they should make ready two ships, and\nso went on his way. And Tiber stayed his stream so that the men might\nnot toil in rowing. Quickly they sped, and many trees were above their\nheads, and the image thereof in the water beneath. And at noonday they\nbeheld a city with walls, and a citadel, and a few houses round about.\n\nNow it chanced that Evander and his people were holding a sacrifice\nthat day to Hercules before the city. But when they saw through the\ntrees the ships approaching, they were astonished, and rose all from\nthe feast. But Pallas, who was the son of the king, commanded that\nthey should not interrupt the sacrifice, and, snatching a spear, he\ncried from the mound whereon the altar stood: \"Strangers, why come ye?\nwhat seek ye? Do ye bring peace or war?\"\n\nThen \u00c6neas cried from the stern of his ship, holding out the while an\nolive branch: \"We be men of Troy, enemies of the Latins, and we seek\nKing Evander. Say, therefore, to him that \u00c6neas, prince of Troy, is\ncome, seeking alliance with him.\"\n\nMuch did Pallas marvel to hear this name, and said, \"Approach thou,\nwhoever thou art, and hold converse with my father;\" and he caught him\nby the hand.\n\nAnd when \u00c6neas was set before King Evander he spake, saying, \"I come\nto thee, O King, not unwilling or fearful, though indeed thou art a\nGreek and akin to the sons of Atreus. For between thee and me also\nthere is kindred. For Dardanus, builder of Troy, was the son of\nElectra, who was the daughter of Atlas. And ye come from Mercurius,\nwho was the son of Cyllene, who was also the daughter of Atlas.\nWherefore, I sent not ambassadors to thee, but came myself, fearing\nnothing. Know thou that the Daunian race, which warreth against thee,\npursueth us also; against whom if they prevail, without doubt they\nshall rule over Italy, from the one sea even to the other. I would,\ntherefore, that we make alliance together.\"\n\nAnd as he spake, Evander ceased not to regard him, and, when he had\nended, spake, saying, \"Welcome, great son of Troy. Gladly do I\nrecognise the voice and face of Anchises. For I remember how Priam\ncame of old time to the kingdom of his sister Hesion\u00e9, who was the\nwife of Telamon; and many princes were with him, but the mightiest of\nthem was Anchises. Much did I love the man, and took him with me to\nPheneus. And he gave me when he departed a quiver and arrows of Lycia,\nand a cloak with threads of gold, and two bridles of gold, which my\nson Pallas hath to this day. The alliance that thou seekest I grant.\nTo-morrow shalt thou depart with such help as I can give. But now,\nsince ye be come at such good time, join us in our sacrifice and\nfeast.\"\n\nSo they feasted together on the flesh of oxen, and drank wine, and\nwere merry. And when they had made an end of eating and drinking, King\nEvander spake, saying, \"This great feast, my friend, we hold not\nwithout good reason, which thou shalt now hear from me. Seest thou\nthis great ruin of rocks? Here in old time was a cave, running very\ndeep into the cliff, wherein Cacus dwelt, a monster but half man,\nwhose father was Vulcan. The ground thereof reeked with blood, and at\nthe mouth were fixed the heads of dead men. Very great of stature was\nhe, and breathed out fire from his mouth. To this land came Hercules,\ndriving before him the oxen of Geryon, whom he had slain. And when he\nhad left these to feed in the valley by the river, Cacus, that he\nmight fill up the measure of his wickedness, stole four bulls and four\nheifers, the very chiefest of the herd. And that he might conceal the\nthing, he dragged them by the tails backwards, so that the tracks led\nnot to the cave. But it chanced that the herd made a great bellowing\nwhen Hercules would have driven them away in the morning. And one of\nthe heifers which Cacus had hidden in the cave bellowed also, making\nanswer. Then was Hercules very wroth, and caught up in his hand his\ngreat knotted club, and climbed to the top of the hill. Then was Cacus\nsore afraid, and fled to his cave swift as the wind, fear giving wings\nto his feet. And when he was come thither, he shut himself therein,\nletting fall a great stone which he had caused to hang over the mouth\nthereof by cunning devices that he had learned from his father. And\nwhen Hercules was come he sought to find entrance and could not; but\nat the last he saw one of the rocks that it was very high and leaned\nto the river. This he pushed from the other side, so that it fell\nwith a great crash into the water. Then did the whole cave of Cacus\nlie open to view, horrible to behold, as though the earth were to open\nher mouth and show the regions of the dead. And first Hercules shot at\nthe monster with arrows, and cast boughs and great stones at him; and\nCacus vomited forth from his mouth fire and smoke, filling the whole\ncave. And Hercules endured not to be so baffled, but plunged into the\ncave, even where the smoke was thickest, and caught him, twining his\narms and legs about him, and strangled him that he died. Of which\ndeed, O my friends, we keep the remembrance year by year. Do ye,\ntherefore, join in our feast, putting first wreaths of poplar about\nyour heads, for the poplar is the tree of Hercules.\"\n\n  [Illustration: HERCULES AND CACUS.]\n\nSo they feasted; and the priests, even the Salii, being in two\ncompanies, young and old, sang the great deeds of Hercules: how, being\nyet an infant, he strangled the snakes that Juno sent to slay him, and\noverthrew mighty cities, and endured many grievous labours, slaying\nthe Centaurs and the lion of Nemea; and how he went down to hell, and\ndragged the dog Cerberus therefrom, and many other things likewise.\n\nAnd at even they went back to the city, and as they went Evander told\n\u00c6neas many things concerning the country: how of old a savage race\ndwelt therein, living even as the beasts, whom Saturn, flying from his\nson Jupiter, first taught, giving them customs and laws; and how other\nkings also had borne rule over them, and how he himself had come to\nthe land at the bidding of Apollo. Also he showed him the city which\nhe had founded, and the places thereof: very famous were they in\nafter-time, when mighty Rome was builded, even on the selfsame ground.\nAnd when they came to his palace he said, \"Hercules entered this\ndwelling, though indeed it be small and lowly. Think not, then,\novermuch of riches, and so make thyself worthy to ascend to heaven, as\nhe also ascended.\"\n\nThen he led him within the palace, and bade him rest on a couch,\nwhereon was spread the skin of an African bear.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XIX.\n\nTHE ARMS OF \u00c6NEAS.\n\n\nVery early the next morning the old man Evander rose up from his bed,\nand donned his tunic, and bound his Tuscan sandals on his feet, and\ngirt his Tegean sword to his side, flinging a panther's hide over his\nleft shoulder. Pallas, his son, also went with him. And two hounds,\nwhich lay by his chamber, followed him. For he would fain have speech\nwith \u00c6neas, whom, indeed, he found astir, and Achates with him. Then\nspake Evander: \"Great chief of Troy, good will have we, but scanty\nmeans; for our folk are few and our bounds narrow. But I will tell\nthee of a great people and a wealthy, with whom thou mayest make\nalliance. Nigh to this place is the famous city Agylla, which the men\nof Lydia, settling in this land of Etruria, builded aforetime. Now of\nthis Agylla Mezentius was king, who surpassed all men in wickedness.\nFor he would join a living man to a dead corpse, and so leave him to\nperish miserably. But after awhile the citizens rebelled, saying that\nhe should not reign over them, and slew his guards and burnt his\npalace. But on him they laid not hands, for he fled to Prince Turnus.\nTherefore there is war between Turnus and Agylla. Now in this war thou\nshalt be leader; for as yet, when they would have gone forth to\nbattle, the soothsayers have hindered them, saying, 'Though your wrath\nagainst Mezentius be just, yet must no man of Italy lead this people;\nbut look you for a stranger.' And they would fain have had me for\ntheir leader, but I am old and feeble. And my son Pallas also is akin\nto them, seeing that he was born of a Sabine mother. But thou art in\nthy prime, and altogether a stranger in race. Wherefore take this\noffice upon thyself. Pallas also shall go with thee, and learn from\nthee to bear himself as a warrior. Also I will send with thee two\nhundred chosen horsemen, and Pallas will give thee as many.\"\n\nAnd even before he had made an end of speaking, Venus gave them a\nsign, even thunder in a clear sky; and there was heard a voice as of\na Tuscan trumpet, and when they looked to the heavens, lo! there was a\nflashing of arms.\n\nAnd \u00c6neas knew the sign and the intepretation thereof, even that he\nshould prosper in that to which he set his hand. Therefore he bade\nEvander be of good cheer. Then again they did sacrifice, and\nafterwards \u00c6neas returned to his companions, of whom he chose some,\nand them the bravest, who should go with him to Agylla, and the rest\nhe bade return to I\u00fclus, to the camp.\n\nBut when he was now ready to depart, Evander took him by the hand,\nsaying, \"O that Jupiter would give me back the years that are gone,\nwhen I slew, under Pr\u00e6neste, King Erulus, to whom at his birth his\nmother, Feronia, gave three lives. Thrice must he needs be slain, and\nthrice I slew him. Then had I not been parted from thee, my son, nor\nhad the wicked Mezentius slain so many of my people. And now, may the\nGods hear my prayer: If it be their pleasure that Pallas should come\nback, may I live to see it; but if not, may I die even now while I\nhold thee in my arms, my son, my one and only joy.\"\n\nAnd his spirit left the old man, and they carried him into the palace.\nThen the horsemen rode out from the gates, with Pallas in the midst,\nadorned with mantle and blazoned arms, fair as the Morning Star, which\nVenus loves beyond all others in the sky. The women stood watching\nthem from the walls, while they shouted aloud and galloped across the\nplain. And after a while they came to a grove, near to which the\nEtruscans and Tarchon, their leader, had pitched their camp.\n\nNow in the mean time Venus had bestirred herself for her son, for\nwhile he slept in the palace of Evander she spake to her husband, even\nVulcan, saying, \"While the Greeks were fighting against Troy, I sought\nnot thy help, for I would not that thou shouldst labour in vain; but\nnow that \u00c6neas is come to Italy by the command of the Gods, I ask thee\nthat thou shouldst make arms and armour for my son. This Aurora asked\nfor Memnon; this Thetis for Achilles, and thou grantedst it to them.\nAnd now thou seest how the nations join themselves to destroy him.\nWherefore I pray thee to help me.\" And he hearkened to her voice.\nTherefore when the morning was come, very early, even as a woman who\nmaketh her living by the distaff riseth and kindleth her fire, and\ngiveth tasks to her maidens, that she may provide for her husband and\nher children, even so Vulcan rose betimes to his work. Now there is an\nisland, Lipar\u00e9, nigh unto the shore of Sicily, and there the god had\nset up his furnace and anvil, and the Cyclop\u00e9s were at work, forging\nthunderbolts for Jupiter, whereof one remained half wrought. Three\nparts of hail had they used, and three of rain-cloud, and three of red\nfire and the south wind; and now they were adding to it lightning, and\nnoise, and fear, and wrath, with avenging flames. And elsewhere they\nwrought a chariot for Mars, and a shirt of mail for Minerva, even the\n\u00c6gis, with golden scales as of a serpent, and in the midst the\nGorgon's head, lopped at the nape, with rolling eyes. But the god\ncried, \"Cease ye your toils. Ye must make arms for a hero.\" Then they\nall bent them to their toil. Then bronze, and gold, and iron flowed in\nstreams; and some plied the bellows, and others dipped the hissing\nmass in water, and a third turned the ore in griping pincers.\n\n  [Illustration: VULCAN AND THE CYCLOP\u00c9S.]\n\nA helmet they made with nodding crest, that blazed like fire, and a\nsword, and a cuirass of ruddy bronze, and greaves of gold molten many\ntimes, and a spear, and a shield whereon was wrought a marvellous\nstory of things to come. For the god had set forth all the story of\nRome. There lay the she-wolf in the cave of Mars, suckling the twin\nbabes that feared her not--and she, bending back her neck, licked them\nwith her tongue; and there the men of Rome carried off the Sabine\nvirgins to be their wives; and hard by the battle raged, and there\nagain the kings made peace together, with offerings and sacrifice.\nAlso there were wrought the chariots that tore asunder Mettus of Alba\nfor his treachery, and Porsenna bidding the Romans take back their\nking, besieging the city, but the men of Rome stood in arms against\nhim. Angry and threatening stood the king to see how Cocles broke down\nthe bridge, and Cl\u0153lia burst her bonds to swim across the river.\nThere Manlius stood to guard the Capitol, and a goose of silver\nflapped his wings in arcades of gold, and showed the Gauls at hand.\nAnd they, under cover of the darkness, were climbing through the\nthickets even to the ridge of the hill. Their hair was wrought in\ngold, in gold their raiment; and their cloaks were of divers colours\ncrossed; milk-white their necks and clasped with gold; two spears had\neach and an oblong shield. Likewise he wrought the dwellings of the\ndead, of the just and of the unjust. Here Catiline hung from the rock\nwhile the Furies pursued him; there Cato gave the people laws. And all\nabout was the sea wrought in gold; but the waves were blue, and white\nthe foam, and therein sported dolphins of silver. But in the midst was\nwrought a great battle of ships at the cape of Actium. On the one side\nAugustus led the men of Italy to battle, standing very high on the\nstern of the ship. From either temple of his head blazed forth a fire.\nAnd Agrippa also led on his array with a naval crown about his head.\nAnd on the other side stood Antony, having with him barbarous soldiers\narrayed in divers fashions, and leading to battle Egypt and Persia and\nthe armies of the East; and lo! behind him--a shameful sight--his\nEgyptian wife. But in another part the battle raged, and all the sea\nwas in a foam with oars and triple beaks. It seemed as though islands\nwere torn from their places, or mountain clashed against mountain, so\ngreat was the shock of the ships. And all about flew javelins with\nburning tow, and the sea was red with blood. In the midst stood Queen\nCleopatra, with a timbrel in her hand, and called her armies to the\nbattle: behind her you might see the snakes by whose bite she should\ndie. And on one side the dog Anubis, with other monstrous shapes of\ngods, and over against them Neptune, and Venus, and Minerva. And in\nthe midst Mars was seen to rage, embossed in steel; and the Furies\nhovered above, and Discord stalked with garment rent, while high above\nApollo stretched his bow, and Egyptian and Indian and Arab fled before\nhim. And in a third place great C\u00e6sar rode through Rome in triumph,\nand the city was full of joy, and the matrons were gathered in the\ntemples; and through the street there passed a long array of nations\nthat he had conquered, from the east, and from the west, and from the\nnorth, and from the south. Such was the shield which Vulcan wrought.\n\nAnd Venus, when she saw her son that none was with him,--for he had\nwandered apart from his companions,--brought the arms and laid them\ndown before him, saying, \"See the arms that I promised I would give\nthee. These my husband, the Fire-god, hath wrought for thee. With\nthese thou needst shun no enemy; no, not Turnus himself.\" Right glad\nwas he to see them, and fitted them upon him, and swung the shield\nupon his shoulder, nor knew what mighty fates of his children he bare\nthereon.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XX.\n\nNISUS AND EURYALUS.\n\n\nBut Juno, ever seeking occasion against the men of Troy, sent Iris,\nthe messenger of the Gods, to Turnus, as he sat in the grove of\nPilumnus his father. Iris said, \"That which none of the Gods had dared\nto promise thee, lo! time itself hath brought. \u00c6neas hath left his\ncompanions and his ship, seeking the city of Evander, yea, and the\nTuscans also. Do thou, therefore, take the occasion and surprise the\ncamp while he is yet absent.\"\n\nAnd she spread her wings and mounted to heaven by the arch of the\nrainbow, and Turnus cried, \"I know thee, goddess, and follow thy\nsign.\" And having first washed his hands, he prayed and vowed his vows\nto the Gods.\n\n  [Illustration: IRIS APPEARING TO TURNUS.]\n\nSo the army went forth to the battle. Messapus led the first line, and\nthe sons of Tyrrheus the rear; and in the midst was Turnus. And the\nmen of Troy saw a great cloud of dust upon the plain, and Ca\u00efcus\ncried from the walls, \"What meaneth this cloud that I see? To arms, my\nfriends. Climb the walls. The enemy is at hand.\" Then did the men of\nTroy shut the gates and man the walls. For so had \u00c6neas commanded\nthem, saying, \"Fight not, whatever befall, in battle, nor trust\nyourselves to the plain, but defend your walls.\" Therefore they shut\ntheir gates, and waited till the enemy should come near. And Turnus,\non a horse of Thrace, rode first, and twenty youths with him; and he\ncried, \"Is there a man who will first venture the attack?\" and he\nthrew his javelin, making a beginning of battle, and his companions\nshouted aloud. Much they marvelled that the men of Troy kept them\nwithin the walls and came not forth to the battle. And Turnus ever\nregarded the walls, how he might enter therein. Even as a wolf\nprowleth round the fold at midnight, while the lambs within bleat,\nbeing safe by their mothers, but he rageth without to hear them, being\nmad with wrath and hunger, and his tongue is athirst for blood, even\nso did Turnus rage round the camp, and cast about how he might draw\nforth the men of Troy into the plain. And at the last he bethought him\nof the ships, which lay at the camp's side, and called for torches of\npine, and the people followed him with a shout, and the smoke rose up\nto the heavens.\n\nThen did a marvellous thing befall. Now in the days when \u00c6neas was\nbuilding his ships upon Mount Ida, Cybel\u00e9, mother of the Gods, spake\nto Jupiter, saying \"Grant, my son, that these ships, which \u00c6neas\nbuildeth of my pine-trees,--for these have I given to him freely,--may\nbe safe from winds and waves.\" But Jupiter answered, \"What is this\nthat thou askest, my mother? Wouldst thou have immortality for mortal\nships? Not so. But this I grant: that whichsoever of these shall come\nsafe to the land of Italy shall become Nymphs of the sea.\" And now the\nday was come. Wherefore there was heard an awful voice, saying, \"Fear\nnot, men of Troy; nor care to defend your ships;\" and to the ships,\n\"Go! henceforth ye are Nymphs of the sea.\" And lo! straightway the\ncables brake, and where the ships had been were the shapes of women,\nfor each ship a woman.\n\nMuch did the Latins wonder to behold the thing, and Tiber stayed his\nstream to see it. But Turnus trembled not, crying, \"This marvel\nmeaneth evil for the men of Troy. Their ships abide not our attack.\nNor have they any longer that wherewith they may flee from us. And as\nfor fate, I heed it not. It was the fate of the men of Troy that they\nshould touch the land of Italy. It is my fate that I should destroy\nthe accursed race. They rob me of my wife. That wrong toucheth others\nbesides Menela\u00fcs. Surely, it had been enough to perish once. But why,\nthen, will they sin again? It had been well had they loathed\nthereafter all womankind. Or do they think that this rampart shall\nprotect them? Did they not see the walls which Neptune builded settle\ndown in the fire? And now, who cometh with me to storm their camp? I\nneed not arms from Vulcan's forge, or a thousand ships. Deeds of\ndarkness and of stealth they need not fear. We will not hide us in a\nHorse of wood. In daylight will we burn their walls. For surely the\nyouth of Italy is not as the youth of Greece, whom Hector kept at bay\nfor ten years.\" Then he commanded that they should lay siege to the\ncamp; and Messapus he set to watch the gate, and fourteen Rutulian\nchiefs, with each a hundred youths, kept guard on the walls. So all\nthe night they watched, and feasted, and drank, and made merry.\n\nBut the men of Troy laboured meanwhile, making strong the gates and\nthe towers of the walls. And Mnestheus and Sergestus were instant with\ncommand and exhortation, for \u00c6neas had appointed them to this thing\nshould any need arise, he being absent.\n\nNow the keeper of the gate was Nisus, a valiant man of war, and with\nhim Euryalus, the goodliest youth among the men of Troy; and great\nlove was between them. And as they watched, Nisus said, \"Whether it be\na bidding of the Gods, or prompting of my own heart, I know not, but I\nhave a great desire to do somewhat this night. Seest thou how the\nenemy lie asleep and drunken? Can I not win some honour hence, and\ncarry the tidings of these things to \u00c6neas? For yonder by the hill\nlieth the way to the city of Evander.\"\n\nThen Euryalus made answer: \"Nay, but thou goest not alone, Nisus, nor\nleavest me. My father Opheltes trained me not to such baseness, nor\nhave I so borne myself in thy company. And truly I should count life\nwell lost for such honour.\"\n\nThen said Nisus: \"I thought not so ill of thee. So may Jupiter bring\nme back in safety and honour. Yet should some mischance befall I would\nthat thou yet shouldst live, to buy my body back, or, if that may not\nbe, to pay due honour to my spirit. Think, too, of thy mother, who,\nalone of all the mothers of Troy, hath, for love of thee, come to this\nland of Italy.\"\n\nBut Euryalus said: \"Thou makest idle excuses, for I am steadfastly\npurposed to go. Let us hasten, therefore.\" So they woke those who\nshould take their places at the gate, and sought speech of the chiefs.\nThese indeed were holding counsel, and stood leaning on their spears\nin the midst of the camp. And Nisus said that he had somewhat to say,\nand that the matter pressed. Then I\u00fclus bade him speak; and he made\nanswer: \"The enemy lie sleeping and drunken about the walls, and the\nfires are extinguished. If fortune favour us we will win a way to\n\u00c6neas, to the city of Evander, and slay many, and take much spoil\nlikewise. The way indeed we know, having learnt it while we hunted in\nthese parts.\" Then the old man Aletes said: \"Surely, Troy hath not\naltogether perished, having yet such hearts as yours.\" And he threw\nhis arms about them, weeping. And I\u00fclus said, \"Bring back my father,\nand all shall be well. And I will give you two cups of silver embossed\nwith figures of men, which my father took from the city of Arisba. And\nif we subdue this land of Italy, thou, Nisus, shalt have the horses\nand the arms of Turnus, and twelve women-captives likewise, and twelve\nmen with their arms, and the domain of King Latinus. And thou,\nEuryalus, who art nearer of age to me, shalt be next to myself in all\nthings.\"\n\nThen Euryalus made answer: \"One thing I ask thee more. I have a\nmother, of the lineage of Priam. To her I say not farewell, not being\nable to endure her tears. Do thou care for her, if she be bereaved of\nme.\" And I\u00fclus said: \"She shall be as my mother to me.\"\n\nThen he gave him his own sword, with its scabbard of ivory, and\nMnestheus gave to Nisus a lion's skin, and Aletes a helmet. And all\nwent with them to the gates, with many prayers and vows; also I\u00fclus,\nbeing wise beyond his years, sent many messages to his father.\n\nThen they crossed the moat, and came upon the enemy as they slept,\nNisus being before, and Euryalus keeping watch lest any should assail\nthem from behind. And first Nisus slew Rhamnes as he slept: an augur\nhe was, whom Turnus most trusted, yet he knew not his own doom. Next\nhe slew the three servants and the armour-bearer and the charioteer of\nRemus, and, after, Remus himself, cutting off his head. Others also he\nslew, and among them Serranus, a fair youth, who had been foremost in\nhis sport that night. It had been well for him had he prolonged it\neven unto dawn. Many also did Euryalus slay, all of them in their\nsleep, save Rh\u0153tus only, who, being awake, would fain have hidden\nhimself behind a great jar, but could not. But when he would have\nassailed Messapus and his comrades, Nisus, seeing that he was mastered\nby the love of slaughter, cried aloud, \"Cease: the day approacheth.\nIt is enough that we have made us a way through the enemy.\" Much spoil\ndid they leave behind them; but Euryalus took a sword-belt with knobs\nof gold from Rhamnes--C\u00e6dicus gave it to Remulus of Tibur, and he to\nhis grandson, from whom Rhamnes had won it in war--and put on his head\nthe helmet of Messapus. So they departed from the camp.\n\nBut it so chanced that three hundred horsemen, with Volscens their\nleader, were riding to the camp from the city. And as they came nigh,\none of them espied, in the light of the moon, the helmet which\nEuryalus, being but a youth and unwary, had put on him. And Volscens\ncried, \"Who are ye? Whither do ye go?\"\n\n  [Illustration: NISUS AND EURYALUS.]\n\nBut they answered nothing, making haste to fly. Then Volscens\ncommanded that they should keep the wood on every side. Very thick it\nwas with dark ilex-trees and brambles. And Euryalus, indeed, being\nladen with his spoil and fearful, wandered from the way, but Nisus got\nhimself clear. But when he came to the stalls where they kept the\ncattle of King Latinus, he knew himself to be alone, and looked\nround for his companion, but saw him not. Then returning he searched\nthrough the wood till he heard the sound of horsemen approaching; and\nlo! Euryalus was in the midst, seeking to get free, but could not.\nForthwith, having first prayed to Diana that she would help him, if\nperchance he might scatter this company, he cast his spear. It pierced\nthe back of Sulmo, and passed even through his heart. And while they\nall looked, lo! another spear, and it pierced the head of Tagus from\ntemple to temple. Very wroth was Volscens to see such slaughter, and\nknow not how it befell; and he cried, \"Thou at least shalt suffer for\nthese deeds,\" and flew upon Euryalus. This could not Nisus endure to\nsee, but rushed from his hiding-place, and cried, \"Lo! I am the man\nwho wrought this slaughter. Turn your swords against me. He did not,\nnay, he could not do such deeds. He did but follow his friend.\" But\nnot the less did the sword of Volscens pierce the side of Euryalus;\nand the blood gushed out over his fair body, and his head drooped,\neven as a flower, which the ploughshare cuts in the field, or a poppy\nwhose stalk is broken. Then rushed Nisus into the midst, thinking only\nhow he might slay Volscens; nor could the enemy stay him, but that he\nthrust his sword into his mouth and slew him. And afterwards, being\npierced with many wounds, he fell dead upon the body of his friend.\n\nBut when the horsemen were come to the camp, they found the slaughter\nthat had been done. And when the day dawned they set the battle in\narray against the men of Troy, and the heads of Nisus and Euryalus\nthey fixed upon poles, and showed them.\n\nBut when the report of these things came to the ears of the mother of\nEuryalus, she threw down her distaff, and hasted through the camp; and\ncoming to the wall, she cried, \"Is it thus I see thee, my son? Why was\nit not granted to me to bid thee farewell? And now I may not close\nthine eyes or wrap thee in the garments which I have made, solacing my\ncares with the labours of the loom. Slay me with your spears, ye\nLatins; or thou, great Jupiter, smite me with thy thunder, since I may\nnot rid me otherwise of this hateful life.\"\n\n  [Illustration: THE MOTHER OF EURYALUS RECEIVING THE NEWS OF\n    HIS DEATH.]\n\nBut when with her wailing she touched the hearts of the men so that\nthey forgat their valour, Ilioneus and I\u00fclus commanded Id\u00e6us and Actor\nthat they should lay hands upon her and carry her to her dwelling.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XXI.\n\nTHE BATTLE AT THE CAMP.\n\n\nAnd now the trumpet gave the signal for battle. First the Volscians\ndrew near to the wall. These held their shields over their heads,\njoining them in close array so that they were like unto the shell of a\ntortoise, and they that bare them filled the moat and pulled down the\nwall. And some would have mounted the walls on ladders; while the men\nof Troy cast spears at them and thrust at them with poles, being\nindeed well used to the manner of such a fight from walls. But on the\ncovering of shields they threw down a huge block, breaking it through\nand scattering the men, who would not indeed fight any more in such\nfashion, but cast all manner of javelins and the like against the men\nof Troy. And Mezentius the Tuscan came on, shaking a lighted torch of\npine in his hand, and Messapus tore down the rampart and called for a\nscaling-ladder, that he might mount up into the breach.\n\nNow there was a tower upon the wall, which the Italians sought to\ntake, and the men of Troy to defend it cast stones and darts through\nthe loopholes thereof. On to this Turnus cast a torch, setting fire to\nthe wall, and the flame, the wind fanning it, climbed from story to\nstory. And when they that were therein fled to the part that was yet\nunconsumed, lo! the whole tower fell forward, and all perished, two\nonly escaping, Helenor and Lycus. And Helenor was the elder, and when\nhe saw that the enemy was about him on every side, then, even as a\nbeast which the hunters compass about with a great ring waxeth\ndesperate and flingeth himself over the nets upon their spears, so he\nthrew himself on the ranks of the Latins where the spears were\nthickest, and so died. But Lycus was very swift of foot, and won even\nas far as the wall, and would fain have climbed thereon. But Turnus\ncaught him, crying, \"Thinkest thou to escape me?\" and he laid hands\nupon him as he hung from the wall, dragging down much wall likewise:\neven as an eagle seizes a swan or a wolf a lamb, so he seized him.\nThen did the battle wax fiercer and fiercer, and many fell on this\nside and on that. For Ilioneus smote Lucetius when he would have set\nfire to the gates, and Capys slew Privernus, and Mezentius, having\ncast away his spear, smote the son of Arcens with a bullet of lead\nfrom his sling.\n\nAnd now I\u00fclus, having used his bow aforetime on beasts of the field\nonly, now first drew it against a man, even against Numanus, who had\nto wife the sister of Turnus. For this Numanus, thinking himself to be\nsome great one, stood in the front rank, and defied the men of Troy,\nsaying, \"Are ye not ashamed, ye that have already been twice\nconquered, now to be besieged again? What madness brought you to\nItaly? We are a hardy race, for our new-born babes are dipped in the\nstream, and our boys are hunters in the woods; and when we be men our\nhands are ever on the ploughshare or the sword, yea, and old age\nsubdues us not, for when our hair is white yet do we cover it with the\nhelmet. But ye with your mantles of purple and saffron, and sleeved\ntunics, and ribboned mitres, lovers of sleep and of the dance, ye\nmen, nay rather ye women, of Phrygia, what do ye here?\"\n\nBut the young I\u00fclus endured not to hear such boasting. He fixed an\narrow in his bow and drew the string, which was of horsehair, and ere\nhe let fly, he cried to Jupiter, \"Help me now, great Father, so will I\nbring, year by year, to thy temple a steer with gilded horns.\" And\nJupiter heard, and thundered on the left hand. And now, together with\nthe thunder, clanged the bow-string, sending death, and the arrow\nhissed in the air and smote Numanus through the head, even from temple\nto temple. \"This is the answer that the twice-conquered men of Troy\nsend thee.\" So cried the young I\u00fclus, and all the people shouted for\njoy. And Apollo, where he sat in heaven and regarded the battle,\nspake, \"Go thou on as thou beginnest, child and father of gods: 'tis\nthus that the race of Troy shall hereafter bring all wars to an end.\"\nThen he came down from heaven into the camp of Troy, and took upon\nhimself the shape of the old man Butes: he had been aforetime the\narmour-bearer of Anchises, and now followed I\u00fclus. And the god spake,\nsaying, \"It is enough that thou hast slain the boaster Numanus. The\narcher Apollo envieth thee not this glory. But tempt the battle no\nmore.\" So saying he vanished out of their sight. But the chiefs knew\nhim who he was, yea, and heard the rattle of his quiver as he\ndeparted. And they suffered not I\u00fclus to draw his bow again. But all\nthe more the battle raged along the walls.\n\nNow there were two youths, sons of Alcanor of Mount Ida, tall as\npine-trees; and their names were Pandarus and Bitias. These having\ncharge of the gate opened it, and standing on the right hand and on\nthe left, even as towers, bade the enemy enter. And many of these,\nseeing the open gate, rushed forward, but fell slain upon the\nthreshold. And now the men of Troy took heart, and pressed on beyond\nthe walls.\n\nBut when Turnus heard tidings of these things he made haste to the\ngate. And first he slew Antiphates, who was a son of Sarpedon, and\nothers also, and Bitias himself with them. Not with a javelin did he\nslay him (no javelin had done such deed), but with a great spear of\nSaguntum, having a point of a cubit's length. Through two bulls' hides\nit passed and two folds of his coat of mail. With a great crash he\nfell, and his shield upon him, even as falls a great pile which men\nset up in the bay of Bai\u00e6. So Bitias fell; and Pandarus, his brother,\nseeing that things fared ill with the men of Troy, shut-to the gate,\nthrusting it into its place with his broad shoulders. Many of his\ncompanions he left without among their enemies, and many he shut in.\nBut being blind with haste and fear, he saw not that he shut in among\nthem Prince Turnus himself. But Turnus raged for blood, as a tiger\nrageth among herds of cattle, and the men of Troy fled before him. But\nPandarus feared not to meet him, hoping also that he should have\nvengeance for his brother. And he cried, \"This is not thy city of\nArdea, but the camp of thy enemies. Hence thou goest not forth.\" But\nTurnus made answer, \"Begin, if thou hast any valour in thy heart. Thou\nshalt find another Achilles here.\" Then Pandarus cast a great spear\nwith a knotted staff, whereon the bark was left; but Juno turned it\naside, so that it fixed itself in the gate. And Turnus said, \"My\nweapon thou escapest not thus, nor maketh my hand such error.\" And he\nlifted his sword, rising to the blow, and cleft the man's head, so\nthat it fell divided upon his shoulders. Then, indeed, if only Turnus\nhad bethought him to open the gate that the Latins should come in,\nthere had come an end that day to the war and to the whole nation of\nTroy. But he thought not of it, caring only to slay the enemy. Many\ndid he smite, some on the back as they fled, and some in front; among\nthem Amycus the hunter, and Clytius the singer, whom the Muses loved.\n\nBut now the chiefs of Troy, Mnestheus and Sergestus, began to gather\nthe people together, and to make head against Turnus. And Mnestheus\ncried, \"Whither will ye flee? Have ye any walls beside? Shall one man\nwork such slaughter in the city? Have you no thought, ye cowards, for\nyour king?\" Then the men of Troy took heart again, and joined\nthemselves in close array, so that Turnus could not but give way\nbefore them. Just so a lion is driven back by a crowd of men.\nFrightened is he, yet fierce withal, and his courage suffereth him\nnot to flee, yet, so many are against him, he dareth not to stand.\nEven thus did Turnus give way. Twice he turned and put the men of Troy\nto flight, and twice they mastered him. For the helmet on his head\nrang with the javelins, and was broken with stones; and the crest was\nstricken off, and the shield was shattered with blows; and the sweat\npoured off from him, and scarce could he breathe, till at the last,\nhaving now come to the river, he plunged therein, and so returned to\nhis companions.\n\nAnd still the battle grew fiercer and fiercer about the walls, and the\nring of them that defended the camp grew thinner and thinner. There\nstood Asius, the son of Imbrasus, and Clarus and Themon, brothers of\nSarpedon the Lycian, and Acmon, the brother of Mnestheus, and others\nwith them. And in the midst stood the young I\u00fclus, with his comely\nhead uncovered, like to a jewel that is set in gold or ivory, or that\nis compassed about with boxwood or terebinth.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XXII.\n\nTHE BATTLE ON THE SHORE.\n\n\nIn the meanwhile \u00c6neas had made alliance with Tarchon and the Tuscans.\nFor when he had expounded all things to Tarchon their chief, telling\nhim withal whence he had come, the people, believing that all things\nwere now fulfilled as the Gods would have them, followed him\nwillingly. Now, therefore, he was returning to the camp, leading the\nway in his ship, on the prow whereof were two lions, and above them\nthe image of the goddess Ida. Pallas also sat beside him, and asked\nhim, now concerning the stars by which men guide their ways at night,\nand now concerning the things which he had himself endured by land and\nsea.\n\nAfter him came Massicus, in the Tiger, with whom were a thousand men\nfrom Clusium and Cos\u00e6; and Abas, with six hundred from Populonia; and\nfrom Ilva, rich in mines, three hundred more. Asilas also, the\nsoothsayer, came leading a thousand men from Pisa; and Astyr, the\nfairest of men, with three hundred from C\u00e6re and from the corn-fields\nof Minio and from Pyrgi.\n\nAlso the Ligurians came, with Cinyras, son of Cycnus, who had for his\ncrest swan feathers; and his ship was called the Centaur. And Ocnus\ncame from Mantua in the Mincius, and five hundred with him; and\nAulestes in the Triton; and the number of the ships was thirty in all.\n\nAnd now the night had fallen, and as \u00c6neas sat at the helm, for care\nsuffered him not to sleep, lo! there appeared to him a troop of\nNymphs, which once had been his ships. And one of these, by name\nCymodocea, came behind and caught the stern of the ship with her right\nhand, swimming meanwhile with the left. Then she spake, saying,\n\"Wakest thou, son of the goddess? We are pines of Mount Ida, once thy\nships, but now changed to Nymphs when Turnus would have burned us with\nfire. Know that thy son is besieged in the camp. Arm thyself therefore\nwith the arms which Vulcan hath wrought for thee. To-morrow thou\nshalt lay many Latins low in death.\" And as she spake she pushed the\nship with her hand, and it sped along through the waters and the rest\nalso with it.\n\nAnd when the day was come, \u00c6neas commanded that all should make them\nready for battle. And now the camp was in his sight, as he stood on\nthe stern and lifted in his left hand a flashing shield. Much did the\nmen of Troy rejoice to see that sight, and shouted amain. And Turnus\nand his companions marvelled, till they looked behind them, and lo!\nthe sea was covered with ships, and in the midst was \u00c6neas. And it was\nas if a flame poured forth, from his helmet and his shield, bright as\nis a comet when it shines in the night-time red as blood, or as the\nDog Star in the hot summer-tide with baleful light bringing fevers to\nthe race of men.\n\nYet did not Turnus lose heart, but would occupy the shore, and hinder\nfrom landing those that came. Wherefore he cried, \"Now have ye that\nwhich ye wished for. Lo! the enemy hides not himself behind a wall,\nbut meets us face to face. Remember wife and child and home and the\ngreat deeds of your fathers. Let us meet them on the shore ere yet\ntheir footing is firm.\" And he thought within himself who should watch\nthe walls, and who should meet the enemy when he would gain the shore.\n\nBut in the meanwhile \u00c6neas landed his men on gangways from the ships.\nAnd some leapt on shore, having watched for the ebb of the waves, and\nsome ran along the oars. Tarchon also, the Etrurian, having spied a\nplace where the sea broke not in waves, commanded his men that they\nshould beach the ships. Which indeed they did without harm. Only the\nship of Tarchon himself was caught upon a ridge and the men thrown\ntherefrom. Yet these also, after a while, got safe to the shore.\n\nThen did \u00c6neas do great deeds against the enemy. For first he slew\nTheron, who surpassed all men in stature, smiting through his coat of\nmail; and Cisseus and Gyas, who wielded clubs after the manner of\nHercules. Sons were they of Melampus, who had borne Hercules company\nin all his labours. Then the sons of Phorcus came against him, seven\nin number; and they cast at him seven spears, whereof some rebounded\nfrom his shield and some grazed his body, but harmed him not. Then\ncried \u00c6neas to Achates, \"Give me spears enough. Spears which have\nslain the Greeks on the fields of Troy shall not be cast in vain\nagainst these Latins.\" Then of the seven he slew M\u00e6on and Alcanor, for\nthe spear pierced the breast-plate and heart of M\u00e6on, and when Alcanor\nwould have held him up, passed through his arm and yet kept on its\nway. And many others fell on this side and on that, for they fought\nwith equal fortune. On the very threshold of Italy they fought, and\nneither would the Italians give place nor yet the men of Troy, for\nfoot was planted close to foot, and man stood fast by man.\n\nIn another part of the battle Pallas fought with his Arcadians. And\nwhen he saw that they fled, not being wont to fight on foot (for by\nreason of the ground they had sent away their horses), he cried, \"Now,\nby the name of your King Evander, and by my hope that I may win praise\nlike unto his, I beseech you that ye trust not to your feet. Ye must\nmake your way through the enemy with your swords. Where the crowd is\nthe thickest follow me. Nor have ye now gods against you. These are\nbut mortal men that ye see.\" And he rushed into the midst of the\nenemy. First he smote Lagus with his spear, even as he was lifting a\ngreat stone from the earth. In the back he smote him, and, having\nsmitten him, strove to draw forth the spear, and while he strove,\nHisbo would have slain him; but Pallas was aware of his coming, and\npierced him in the breast with his sword. Next he slew the twin\nbrothers, Larides and Thymber. Very like they were, and it pleased\nfather and mother that they knew not the one from the other; but\nPallas made a cruel difference between them, for from Thymber he\nstruck off the head, and from Larides the right hand. And after these\nhe slew Rh\u0153tus, as he fled past him in his chariot. And now, even as\na shepherd sets fire to a wood, and the flames are borne along by the\nwind, so Pallas, and his Arcadians following, raged through the\nbattle. And when Hal\u00e6sus, the companion of Agamemnon, would have\nstayed them, Pallas, first praying to Father Tiber, smote him through\nthe breast with a spear, that he died. Then came to the help of the\nLatins Lausus, the son of King Mezentius, and slew Abas of Populonia,\nand others also. Then the battle was equal for a space, for Pallas\nsupported it on the one side and Lausus on the other. Fair were they\nboth to behold and of equal age, and for both it was ordained that\nthey should not return to their native country. Yet they met not in\nbattle, seeing that the doom of each was that he should fall by a\ngreater hand.\n\nAnd now the nymph Juturna, who was sister to Turnus, bade her brother\nhaste to the help of Lausus. And when he was come, he cried to the\nLatins, \"Give place: I only will deal with Pallas. I only would that\nhis father were here to see.\" Much did Pallas marvel to behold him and\nto see the men give place. But, being no whit afraid, he went forth\ninto the space between the hosts, and the blood of the Arcadians ran\ncold when they saw him go. Then Turnus leapt from his chariot, for he\nwould meet him on foot. And first Pallas prayed, saying, \"O Hercules!\nif thou wast indeed my father's guest, help me to-day!\" And Hercules\nheard him where he sat in heaven, and wept because he could avail\nnothing. Then said Father Jupiter, \"My son, the days of men are\nnumbered; yet may they live for ever by noble deeds. This at least can\nvalour do. Did not many sons of the gods fall at Troy? yea, and my own\nSarpedon. And for Turnus, too, the day of doom is at hand.\" And he\nturned his eyes from the battle. Then Pallas cast his spear with all\nhis might. Through the shield of Turnus it passed, and through the\ncorslet, yea, and grazed the top of his shoulder. Then Turnus balanced\nhis spear awhile, and said, \"This, methinks, shall better make its\nway,\" and he cast it. Through the shield, through the stout bull's\nhide, and through the folds of bronze it passed, and through the\ncorslet, and pierced the breast of Pallas from front to back. And\nPallas tore from the wound the reeking steel, and the blood gushed\nout, and the life therewith. Then Turnus stood above the corpse, and\nsaid, \"Men of Arcadia, tell these my words to Evander: 'Pallas I send\nhim back, even as he deserved that I should send him. I grudge him not\ndue honours of burial. Yet of a truth the friendship of \u00c6neas hath\ncost him dear.'\" Then he put his foot upon the body and dragged\ntherefrom the belt. Great and heavy it was, and Clonius had wrought\nthereon in gold the deed of the fifty daughters of Dana\u00fcs, how they\nslew their husbands in one night. But even then the time was very near\nwhen Turnus would wish that he had left that spoil untouched. And\nafterwards, with much groaning and weeping, the companions of Pallas\nlaid him upon a shield and bare him back.\n\nAnd now tidings came to \u00c6neas that it fared ill with his men, and that\nPallas was slain. Across the field he sped, and all his heart was full\nof wrath against Turnus and pity for the old man Evander; and first he\ntook alive eight youths, whom he should slay upon the tomb. Then he\ncast his spear at Lagus; but Lagus avoided it by craft, and rushed\nforward, and caught him by the knees, beseeching him by the spirit of\nhis father and the hopes of I\u00fclus that he would spare him, and take a\nransom for his life. But \u00c6neas made answer, \"Talk not of sparing nor\nof ransom; for to all courtesy of war there is an end now that Turnus\nhath slain Pallas.\" And he caught the man's helmet with his left\nhand, and, bending back his neck, thrust in the sword up to the hilt.\nAnd many other valiant chiefs he slew, as Haemonides, priest of\nPh\u0153bus and Diana, and Tarquitus, son of Faunus, and dark Camers, son\nof Volscens. And now there met him two brethren on one chariot,\nLucagus and Liger. And Liger, who indeed drave the horses, cried\naloud, \"These are not the horses of Diomed, nor this the chariot of\nAchilles, from which thou mayest escape. Lo! the end of thy battles\nand thy life is come.\" But \u00c6neas spake not, but cast his spear, and\neven as Lucagus made himself ready for battle it sped through his\nshield and pierced his thigh. Then he fell dying on the plain. And\n\u00c6neas cried, mocking him, \"Thy horses are not slow to flee, nor\nfrightened by a shadow. Of thine own will thou leavest thy chariot.\"\nAnd he caught the horses by the head. Then Liger stretched out his\nhands to him in supplication, saying, \"I beseech thee, by thy parents,\nhave pity upon me.\" But \u00c6neas made answer, \"Nay, but thou spakest not\nthus before. Die! and desert not thy brother.\" And he thrust the sword\ninto his breast. Thus did \u00c6neas deal death through the host, even as\nhe had been the giant Typhoeus with the hundred hands. And when I\u00fclus\nand the men of Troy beheld him they broke forth from the camp.\n\nAnd now Juno bethought her how she might save Turnus, whom she loved.\nSo she caused that there should pass before his eyes an image as of\n\u00c6neas, which seemed to defy him to battle. And when Turnus would have\nfought, lo! the false \u00c6neas fled, and Turnus followed him. Now there\nchanced to be lying moored to a great rock a certain ship, on which\nKing Asinius had come from Clusium. Into this the false \u00c6neas fled,\nand Turnus followed hard upon him, but found not the man. And when he\nlooked, Juno had burst the moorings of the ship, and the sea was about\nhim on every side. Then he cried, \"What have I done, great Jupiter,\nthat I should suffer such shame? What think the Latins of my flight?\nDrown me, ye winds and waves, or drive me where no man may see me\nmore.\" Thrice he would have cast himself into the sea; thrice would he\nhave slain himself with the sword; but Juno forbad, and brought him\nsafe to the city of Daunus, his father.\n\nIn the meanwhile King Mezentius joined the battle. Nor could the men\nof Troy, nor yet the Tuscans, stay him. Many valiant men he slew, as\nMimas, whom his mother Theano bare the same night that Hecuba bare\nParis to King Priam; and Actor, a Greek, who had left his promised\nwife, and carried her purple favour in his helmet; and tall Orodes.\nOrodes, indeed, was flying, but the king deigned not to slay him in\nhis flight, but met him face to face and smote him. Also when Orodes\ncried, \"Whoever thou art, thou goest not long unpunished: a like doom\nawaits thee; and in this land shalt thou find thy grave,\" Mezentius\nlaughed, and made answer, \"Die thou, but let the king of Gods and men\nsee to me.\"\n\nBut after awhile \u00c6neas spied Mezentius as he fought, and made haste to\nmeet him. Nor did the king give place, but cried, \"Now may this right\nhand and the spear which I wield be my gods, and help me.\" And he cast\nhis spear. It smote the shield of \u00c6neas, but pierced it not. Yet did\nit not fly in vain, for glancing off it smote Antores in the\nside--Antores who once had been comrade to Hercules, and afterwards\nfollowed Evander. Now he fell, and in his death remembered the city\nwhich he loved, even Argos. Then in his turn \u00c6neas cast his spear.\nThrough the bull's-hide shield it passed, wounding the king in the\ngroin, but not to death. And \u00c6neas was right glad to see the blood\nflow forth, and drew his sword and pressed on; and Mezentius, much\ncumbered with the spear and the wound, gave place. But when Lausus,\nhis son, saw this, he groaned aloud and leapt forward, and took the\nblow upon his sword; and his companions followed him with a shout, and\ncast their spears at \u00c6neas, staying him till Mezentius had gotten\nhimself safe away. And \u00c6neas stood awhile under the shower of spears,\neven as a traveller stands hiding himself from a storm. Then he cried\nto Lausus, \"What seekest thou, madman? Why venturest thou that which\nthy strength may not endure?\" But Lausus heeded him not at all, but\nstill pressed on. Then the heart of \u00c6neas was filled with wrath, and\nthe day was come for Lausus that he should die. For the king smote\nhim with his sword: through shield it passed and tunic woven with\ngold, and was hidden to the hilt in his body. And \u00c6neas pitied him as\nhe lay dead, bethinking him how he, too, would fain have died for his\nfather, and spake, saying, \"What shall \u00c6neas give thee, unhappy boy,\nfor this thy nobleness? Keep thy arms, in which thou hadst such\ndelight, and let thy father care as he will for thy body; and take\nthis comfort in thy death, that thou fallest by the hand of the great\n\u00c6neas.\" Then he lifted him from the earth, and bade his companions\ncarry him away.\n\n  [Illustration: \u00c6NEAS AND THE BODY OF LAUSUS.]\n\nIn the mean time his father tended his wounds, leaning on the trunk of\na tree by the Tiber bank. His helmet hung from a branch, and his arms\nlay upon the ground, while his followers stood around. And ever he\nasked tidings of Lausus, and sent those who should bid him return. But\nwhen they brought back his body on a shield, his father knew it from\nafar, and threw dust upon his white hair, and fell upon the body,\ncrying, \"Had I such desire to live, my son, that I suffered thee to\nmeet in my stead the sword of the enemy? Am I saved by these wounds?\nDo I live by thy death? And indeed, my son, I did dishonour to thee by\nmy misdeeds. Would that I had given my guilty life for thine! But\nindeed I die; nevertheless not yet, for I have first somewhat that I\nmust do.\"\n\nThen he raised himself on his thigh, and commanded that they should\nbring his horse. His pride it was and comfort, and had borne him\nconqueror from many fights. Very sad was the beast, and he spake to\nit, saying, \"O Rh\u0153bus, thou and I have lived long enough, if indeed\naught on earth be long. To-day thou shalt bring back the head and the\narms of \u00c6neas, and so avenge my Lausus; or thou shalt die with me. For\na Trojan master thou wilt not, I know, endure.\"\n\nThen he mounted the horse and took spears in both his hands, and so\nhasted to meet \u00c6neas. Thrice he called him by name, and \u00c6neas rejoiced\nto hear his voice, and cried, \"Now may Jupiter and Apollo grant that\nthis be true. Begin the fight.\" And Mezentius made answer: \"Seek not\nto make afraid. Thou canst do me no harm now that thou hast slain my\nson. I am come to die, but take thou first this gift;\" and he cast his\nspear, and then another, and yet another, as he rode in a great circle\nabout the enemy. But they brake not the boss of gold. And \u00c6neas stood\nfirm, bearing the forest of spears in his shield. But at last, issuing\nforth in anger from behind his shield, he cast his spear and smote the\nwar-horse Rh\u0153bus between his temples. Then the horse reared himself\nand lashed the air with his feet, and fell with his rider beneath him.\nAnd the men of Troy and the Latins sent up a great shout. Then \u00c6neas\nhasted and drew his sword, and stood above him, crying, \"Where is the\nfierce Mezentius now?\" And the king said, when he breathed again, \"Why\nthreatenest thou me with death? Slay me; thou wrongest me not. I made\nno covenant with thee for life, nor did my Lausus when he died for me.\nYet grant me this one thing. Thou knowest how my people hateth me.\nKeep my body, I pray thee, from them, that they do it no wrong. And\nlet my son be buried with me in my grave.\" And he gave his throat to\nthe sword, and feared not.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XXIII.\n\nTHE COUNCIL.\n\n\nSo the battle had an end. And the next day, early in the morning,\n\u00c6neas paid his vows. For he took an oak-tree, and lopped the branches\nround about, and set it on a mound. And thereon he hung, for a trophy\nto Mars, the arms of King Mezentius, the crest dripping with blood,\nand the headless spears, and the corslet pierced in twelve places.\nAlso he fastened on the left hand the shield, and hung about the neck\nthe ivory-hilted sword. And next, the chiefs being gathered about him,\nhe spake, saying, \"We have wrought a great deed. Here ye see all that\nremaineth of Mezentius. Now, therefore, let us make ready to carry the\nwar against the city of Latinus. This, therefore, will we do with the\nfirst light to-morrow. And now let us bury the dead, doing such honour\nto them as we may, for indeed they have purchased a country for us\nwith their own blood. But first will I send back Pallas to the city of\nEvander.\"\n\nThen he went to the tent where the dead body was laid, and old Ac\u0153tes\nkept watch thereby--Ac\u0153tes, who had been armour-bearer to Evander,\nand now had followed his son, but with evil fortune; and the women of\nTroy, with their hair unbound, mourned about him. But when they saw\n\u00c6neas they beat their breasts, and sent up a great cry even to heaven.\nAnd when the king saw the pillowed head and the great wound in the\nbreast he wept, and said, \"Ah! why did Fortune grudge me this, that\nthou shouldst see my kingdom, and go back in triumph to thy father's\nhome? This is not what I promised to Evander when he gave thee to my\ncharge, and warned me that the men of Italy were valiant and fierce.\nAnd now haply, old man, thou makest offerings and prayers for him who\nnow hath no part nor lot in the Gods of heaven. Yet, at least, thou\nwilt see that he beareth an honourable wound. But what a son thou\nlosest, O Italy! and what a friend, thou, I\u00fclus!\"\n\nThen he chose a thousand men who should go with the dead and share\nthe father's grief. After this they made a bier of arbutus boughs and\noak, and put also over it a canopy of branches, and laid the dead\nthereon, like unto a flower of violet or hyacinth which a girl hath\nplucked, which still hath beauty and colour, but the earth nourisheth\nit no more. And \u00c6neas took two robes of purple, which Dido had woven\nwith thread of gold, and with one he wrapped the body and with the\nother the head. And behind were carried the arms which Pallas had won\nin fight; and they led the old man Ac\u0153tes, smiting on his breast and\ntearing his cheeks, and throwing himself upon the ground; and the\nwar-horse \u00c6thon walked beside, with the great tears rolling down his\ncheeks. And also they bare behind him his helmet and shield, for all\nelse Turnus had taken; and then followed the whole company, the men of\nTroy, the Arcadians, and the Tuscans, with arms reversed. And \u00c6neas\nsaid, \"The same cares and sorrows of war call me elsewhere. Farewell,\nmy Pallas, for ever!\" And he departed to the camp.\n\nAnd now there came ambassadors from the city, having olive-branches\nabout their heads, praying for a truce, that they might bury their\ndead. Then \u00c6neas made answer, \"Ye ask peace for the dead; fain would I\ngive it to the living. I had not come to this land but for the bidding\nof the Fates. And if your king changeth from me and my friendship to\nTurnus, I am blameless. Yet methinks Turnus should rather have taken\nthis danger upon himself. And even now, if he be willing to fight with\nme, man to man, so be it. But now bury ye your dead.\"\n\nThen they made a truce for twelve days. And the men of Troy and the\nLatins laboured together, hewing wood upon the hills, pine and cedar\nand mountain ash. And the men of Troy built great piles upon the shore\nand burned the dead bodies of their companions thereon, and their arms\nwith them. And the Latins did likewise. Also they that had been chosen\nto do this thing carried the body of Pallas to his city. And King\nEvander and the Arcadians made a great mourning for him.\n\nBut when they had made an end of burning the dead there arose a great\ntumult in the city, for many had lost husband, or brother, or son.\nWherefore they cried out that it was an evil war, and they cursed the\nmarriage of Turnus, and would have him fight with \u00c6neas, man to man,\nthat there might be an end of these troubles. And lo! in the midst of\nthe tumult there came back the ambassadors that had been sent to\nDiomed, saying that their prayers and gifts had availed nothing. Then\nKing Latinus called a council of the chiefs, and sat him down upon his\nthrone, and bade the men say on. Then Venulus, who was the chiefest\namong them, spake, saying, \"We went to Arpi, to the city of King\nDiomed. And the man received us, and asked us wherefore we had come,\nand when we had told him, he spake, saying, 'Men of Italy, why will ye\nthus tempt your fate? Know ye not that we, as many of us as lifted\nhand against the men of Troy, have suffered grievous things? For the\nLesser Ajax perished on the rocks of Eub\u0153a; and Menela\u00fcs was driven\neven to the island of Proteus, which is hard by the land of Egypt; and\nUlysses scarcely escaped from the Cyclops; and as for King Agamemnon,\nan adulterer slew him in his palace. And us the Gods suffered not to\nsee wife or country again. But as for this which ye ask of me, I\nfight not against men of Troy any more. These gifts which ye bring to\nme, give rather to \u00c6neas. We have fought together, and I know how\nmightily he rises to the stroke of his sword and casts his spear. I\ntell you this: if there had been in Troy two others such as he, the\nwar had come to the gates of Argos, and Greece had suffered even what\nshe wrought. 'Twas he and Hector who for ten years bore up against our\narms: both valiant men and strong, and this man the dearer to the\nGods. Make peace with him, if ye may; but beware that ye meet him not\nin war.'\"\n\nAnd when they had made an end of speaking, there was a murmur in the\ncouncil, some saying one thing, and some another. Then King Latinus\nsaid from his throne, \"This is an ill time for counsel when the enemy\nis about our walls. Yet hearken to my words. Ye do ill to wage this\nwar: for the men of Troy are dear to the Gods, nor may any sword\nprevail against them. Ye have heard what saith King Diomed; ye see\nalso how low our fortunes be brought. My sentence therefore is this: I\nhave a domain near to the Tiber, stretching far to the west, a land\nof corn-fields and pasture. This, and the pine forests also on the\nhills, will I give to the men of Troy, and I will divide also my\nkingdom. But if they would rather seek some other land, let us build\nthem twelve ships, or more, if they be able to fill them, and let them\ndepart in peace. Now therefore let us send ambassadors, even a hundred\nmen, and let them carry gifts, talents of gold, and ivory, and also a\nthrone and a robe, which are the emblems of kingship.\"\n\nThen spake Drances. (Now Drances had great jealousy of Turnus.\nBountiful was he, and eloquent, and skilful in counsel and debate, but\nfeeble in fight.) \"This matter about which thou askest us, O King, is\nmanifest, and needeth not speech; for all men know what shall best\nprofit the people, yet fear to say it. 'Tis this man that hindereth us\nfrom speech; this man for whose evil pride--aye, I will say it though\nhe threaten me with death--so many valiant chiefs have fallen, while\nhe makes a vain show of his valour. And now, O King, I would bid thee\nadd one more to thy gifts. Give thy daughter to this great son-in-law,\nand make peace sure for ever. Yea, Turnus, yield thou this to thy\ncountry. Lo! we all ask it of thee, even I, whom thou holdest to be\nthine enemy. But if thou wilt not, counting a royal wife to be more\nthan thy country, call not on us to die for thee, but meet thy rival\nface to face.\"\n\nThen in great wrath Turnus made answer, \"Thou hast always many words\nat command, O Drances, and, when the senators are called, art ever the\nfirst to come. But where is thy valour? Where are the trophies which\nthy right hand hath set up? Wilt thou make trial of it now? Lo! the\nenemy is at hand. Shall we go? Dost thou linger? Is all thy valour in\nthy boasting tongue and coward feet? And thou doubtest, forsooth, of\nmy courage. What? hast thou not heard of Pallas slain, and Bitias and\nPandarus, and all whom I laid low when they shut me within their\nwalls? And now I would speak of thee and thy counsel, my father. If\nthou thinkest that one defeat is enough, and that fortune may not\nchange, be it so: let us pray for peace. Happy then he who hath died\nbefore he saw such foul disgrace! But if we have yet strength\nremaining, and nations and cities that will yet help us; if these men\nof Troy have won their victory dear, why faint we at the threshold,\nand tremble before the trumpet sounds? Diomed will not help us. But we\nhave Messapus, and the augur Tolumnius, and all the chiefs of Italy,\nyea and the Volscian Camilla, with her squadrons clad in bronze. And\nif they would have me fight man to man, I refuse not in such a cause.\nLet him be mighty as Achilles, and don the arms which Vulcan hath\nmade. I refuse not the battle, for my life is for you and for your\nking.\"\n\nBut while they disputed there came a messenger unto the palace\nbringing tidings of fear. For the men of Troy, he said, were marching\nin battle line from their camp. Then there arose a great uproar, some\ncrying aloud for arms, and some weeping; loud was it as the clamour of\nbirds that settle in some deep wood, or of swans by the mouth of Po.\nAnd Turnus cried, \"Call your councils, my friends, speak of peace as\nyou sit. But the enemy is at the gate.\" And he made haste and rushed\nforth from the senate-house.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XXIV.\n\nTHE BATTLE AT THE CITY.\n\n\nThen Turnus commanded that of the chiefs some should set the battle in\narray, and some should fortify the gates, and some should follow after\nhimself. And men dug trenches before the gates, and gathered store of\nstones and stakes; and the women and children stood upon the walls.\nBut the queen and the chiefest of the matrons went to the temple of\nPallas, and with them was the virgin Lavinia, from whom all these\nsorrows sprang, casting down her beautiful eyes to the ground. And\nthey offered incense and prayer to the goddess, that she would break\nthe Phrygian robber's spear, and lay him low before the walls of the\ncity. Then Turnus armed himself for the battle, and ran down from the\ncitadel, and lo! at the gate there met him Camilla, with a troop of\nvirgins riding on horses. And when they had lighted down therefrom,\nthe Queen spake, saying, \"I promise thee, Turnus, to meet the horsemen\nof Troy and of the Tuscans. Do thou abide here on foot and guard the\nwalls.\" And Turnus, steadfastly regarding her, made answer, \"What\nthanks shall I give thee for such service? But now hearken to me.\nThere lieth a valley whereby \u00c6neas purposeth to come against this\ncity: in the mouth thereof will I lay an ambush; do thou, therefore,\nmeet the Tuscan horsemen in battle, having with thee Messapus and the\nhorsemen of Tibur.\" And when he had said this he departed and laid the\nambush against \u00c6neas.\n\nIn the mean time Diana, where she sat in heaven, spake to Opis, who\nwas one of the nymphs that waited on her: \"Camilla goeth forth to\nbattle, who is dearer to me than all virgins beside, and hath been so\neven from a child. She is the daughter of King Metabus. Now Metabus,\nbeing banished from his city, even Privernum, by reason of his\nviolence, fled, taking with him his daughter. Her he carried in his\nbosom, and the Volscians pressed hard upon him as he fled. And he came\nto the river Amasenus, and it chanced that the river was swollen with\nabundance of rain, and overflowed his banks. And the king, when he\nwould have crossed it by swimming, feared for the child. Therefore he\ntook the great spear which he carried in his hand, and bound the girl\nthereto with strips of bark, and balanced it in his hands, saying, 'I\nvow this child to thee, daughter of Latona, to be thy servant for\never.' And he cast the spear with all his might, so that it fell on\nthe other side of the river. Then did he throw himself into the\nstream, and so escaped from the land of his enemies. Thereafter he\ndwelt not in house or city, but lived on the hills with the shepherds.\nAnd the child he nourished with mare's milk, and the like. And when\nshe could first put her feet upon the ground, he put a javelin in her\nhand, and gave her a bow also and arrows. No gold had she on her hair,\nnor wore she long garments such as women use, but was adorned with a\ntiger-skin. Also from a child she would cast the javelin from her\nhand, and whirl the sling above her head, and strike the crane or the\nwild swan even in the midst of the clouds. Many Tuscan mothers would\nhave had her for their daughter-in-law, but marriage pleased her not.\nI would she had not come to this war. Then had I made her one of my\ncompanions. But seeing that her doom is upon her, I give thee this\ncharge concerning her. Pass thou down to the earth, to the Latin land,\nwhere they begin even now this evil battle. And take from thy quiver\nan avenging arrow, and whosoever shall harm the virgin, be he man of\nTroy or Italian, shall pay the penalty. But her will I carry back to\nher native country, neither shall any man spoil her of her arms.\"\n\nIn the meanwhile \u00c6neas and his army were come near to the walls. And\nfirst the horsemen ran together against each other, holding their\nspears forth in front. In this battle Tyrrhenus the Tuscan met\nAconteus, and drave him from his horse with the shock, as a\nthunderbolt is driven from the sky or a stone from an engine; and the\nranks of the Latins were troubled and fled, and the men of Troy\npursued them; but when they came near to the gates the Latins turned\nupon them, and the men of Troy fled in their turn. Even as a wave upon\nthe shore floweth and ebbeth, so twice they fled and twice they\npursued. But the third time they joined battle, and gave not place one\nto the other. Then fell many men and horses dying to the ground.\nOrsilochus smote the horse of Remulus between the temples, and the\nbeast reared and threw his rider to the earth. Next Catillus of Tibur\nslew Iollas, and Herminius, who fought with breast and shoulders bare,\ndriving his spear through him from side to side. But fiercest of all\nwas the virgin Camilla. With one breast bare she fought; and now she\nwould shoot arrows from her bow, and now would ply the battle-axe. And\nthe virgins that were her fellows, as Larina and Tulla and Tarpeia,\nfollowed close behind her. Like to the Amazons they were when, having\ntheir shields shaped as is the moon, they throng around their Queen\nPenthesilea or Hippolyt\u00e9. Eune\u00fcs she slew, a man of Troy; and Pagasus\nand Liris, Etruscans; and others besides. With every arrow she slew a\nman. And the hunter Ornytus came against her, having for helmet the\nhead of a wolf with white teeth, and in his hand a hunting spear. He\nwas of greater stature than other men, but she slew him, and mocked\nhim, saying, \"Didst thou think, Tuscan, that thou wert hunting wild\nbeasts this day? Lo! a woman's arms have brought thy boasts to\nnothing.\" Then she slew Orsilochus and Butes, mighty men of Troy.\nButes she smote as he fled from her, but from Orsilochus she made as\nshe would flee; then, wheeling round, met him face to face, and cleft\nhis head in twain. The son of Aunus, whose father dwelt amongst the\nApennines, trembled to see the deed, and was fain to escape her by\ncraft, after the fashion of his country, being a man of Liguria.\nTherefore he said, \"What glory is it if thou prevailest by reason of\nthe swiftness of thy horse? Fight with me now on foot, and let us see\nwho shall gain the victory.\" And when the virgin leapt to the ground,\ngiving her horse to her companions, he turned his horse to flee. But\nthe virgin cried, \"Thinkest thou to escape me thus, thou fool? Never\nshalt thou see thy father, the crafty Aunus, again.\" And she made\nhaste and outran the horse, and catching the reins in her hands, stood\nbefore him and slew him.\n\n  [Illustration: CAMILLA AND THE SON OF AUNUS.]\n\nThen did Tarchon the Tuscan rebuke his horsemen, calling each by\nhis name, and saying, \"What fear, what baseness, is this, ye Tuscans?\nShall a woman drive you before her? Ready enough are ye for the dance,\nand the feast, and the sacrifice; but ye lag behind in war.\" And he\ndrave his horse at Venulus of Tibur, and caught him in his arms, and\ncarried him away. As an eagle carries a snake which he hath caught,\nand the snake, winding his coils about the bird, struggles and hisses,\nso did Tarchon carry him off, and spy out a place where he might smite\nhim, and Venulus strove amain to keep the sword from his throat. And\nall the men of Troy and the Tuscans charged again when they saw their\nchief do so valiantly.\n\nBut all the while Arruns watched the virgin Camilla, that he might\ntake her unawares. Now there was a certain Chloreus, priest of Cybel\u00e9,\nwho rode through the battle, very splendid to behold. For his horse\nwas clad in bronze mail, that was clasped with gold; and he himself\nwas clad in purple from beyond the seas; his bow was of Lycia and his\narrows of Crete; of gold was his bow, and of gold the helmet; and his\nsaffron scarf was clasped with gold; and his tunic was embroidered\nwith needlework, and his trews were of divers colours. Him alone the\nvirgin followed, blind to all beside, with a woman's love of beautiful\nspoil. And Arruns watched her from the ambush where he lay; and when\nthe time was come, he cried, \"Apollo, lord of Soracte, help me now; if\never I and my people have passed over the burning coals in thy honour,\nhelp me now. I seek not spoil nor glory; let me return without honour\nto my country, so but I slay this fury.\" And part of his prayer the\ngod heard, and part was scattered by the winds. Camilla, indeed, he\nslew, but to his country he went not back. But when the bow twanged,\nall the Volscians turned their eyes to the queen; but she was not\naware of the arrow, even till it smote her under her breast. Then her\ncompanions ran together and caught her as she fell. And she would have\ndrawn forth the arrow, but it was deep in her side. Then did her eyes\nswim cold in death, and the colour, that was as the colour of a rose,\nfaded from her cheek. And as she died, she said to Acca, who was\ndearest to her of all her companions, \"Acca, my sister, my strength\nfaileth me. Bid Turnus that he join the battle, and keep the men of\nTroy from the city.\" And she loosed hold of the reins, and fell to the\nearth; and the battle grew fiercer as she lay.\n\n  [Illustration: THE DEATH OF CAMILLA.]\n\nBut when the nymph Opis saw that she was dead, she groaned, and cried,\n\"O Virgin, thou hast paid the penalty of thy deed, in that thou\ndefiedst the men of Troy. Neither hath it profited thee to be the\nservant of Diana. Yet will she not have thee unhonoured in thy death;\nfor whosoever hath harmed thee shall surely die.\" Then she flew\nthrough the air, and lighted on a mound that was the tomb of Laurens,\nthat had once been king of the land. And when she saw Arruns boasting\nof his deed--for at first he had fled stricken with fear, but had now\ntaken heart again--she cried, \"Come hither, that thou mayest suffer\nthy doom, in that thou hast slain the virgin Camilla.\" And she drew\nthe bow till the ends thereof came close together, and her left hand\nwas on the arrowhead and her right hand on the string. And even as\nArruns heard the clang of the bow the arrow smote him that he died.\n\nBut when Camilla was dead her companions fled, and the Rutulians\nalso, and the chiefs were scattered and the battalions left desolate.\nAnd there rose a great cloud of dust that rolled ever nearer the city;\nand a dreadful shout went up to heaven. Then those that first came to\nthe gates were trodden down by the crowd behind them, that they died,\nyea, even in the sight of their homes. And those that were within shut\nthe gates and drave back with arms such as would have entered. And\nthen was slaughter and confusion without end. And even the women upon\nthe walls cast javelins with their hands, and thrust with stakes of\nwood that had been charred with fire, even as with spears.\n\nBut now there came ill tidings to Turnus as he lay in ambush in the\nwood, even that Camilla was dead, and that the enemy had the mastery.\nWherefore he rose up from his place, and came out upon the plain; and\neven as he rose up, \u00c6neas had won his way through the wood and\noverpassed the ridge. Then did they both haste towards the walls. And\n\u00c6neas saw Turnus, and knew him, and Turnus also saw \u00c6neas; but the\ndarkness hindered them that they should not fight together that day.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XXV.\n\nTHE BROKEN TREATY.\n\n\nPrince Turnus, seeing that the Latins had fled in the battle, and that\nmen looked to him that he should perform that which he had promised,\neven to meet \u00c6neas face to face, was filled with rage. Even as a lion\nwhich a hunter hath wounded breaketh the arrow wherewith he hath been\nstricken, and rouseth himself to battle, shaking his mane and roaring,\nso Turnus arose. And first he spake to King Latinus, saying, \"Not for\nme, my father, shall these cowards of Troy go back from that which\nthey have covenanted. I will meet this man face to face, and slay him\nwhile ye look on; or, if the Gods will that he vanquish me so, he\nshall rule over you, and have Lavinia to wife.\"\n\nBut King Latinus made answer: \"Yet think awhile, my son. Thou hast the\nkingdom of thy father Daunus; and there are other noble virgins in\nLatium whom thou mayest have to wife. Wilt thou not then be content?\nFor to give my daughter to any husband of this nation I was forbidden,\nas thou knowest. Yet did I disobey, being moved by love of thee, my\nwife also beseeching me with many tears. Thou seest what troubles I\nand my people, and thou more than all, have suffered from that time.\nTwice have we fled in the battle, and now the city only is left to us.\nIf I must yield me to these men, let me yield whilst thou art yet\nalive. For what doth it profit me that thou shouldst die? Nay, but all\nmen would cry shame on me if I gave thee to death!\"\n\nNow for a space Turnus spake not for wrath. Then he said, \"Be not\ntroubled for me, my father. For I, too, can smite with the spear; and\nas for this \u00c6neas, his mother will not be at hand to snatch him in a\ncloud from my sight.\"\n\nThen Amata cried to him, saying, \"Fight not, I beseech thee, with\nthese men of Troy, my son; for surely what thou sufferest I also shall\nsuffer. Nor will I live to see \u00c6neas my son-in-law.\"\n\nAnd Lavinia heard the voice of her mother, and wept. As a man stains\nivory with crimson, or as roses are seen mixed with lilies, even so\nthe virgin's face burned with crimson. And Turnus, regarding her,\nloved her exceedingly, and made answer: \"Trouble me not with tears or\nidle words, my mother, for to this battle I must go. And do thou,\nIdmon the herald, say to the Phrygian king, 'To-morrow, when the sun\nshall rise, let the people have peace, but we two will fight together.\nAnd let him that prevaileth have Lavinia to wife.'\"\n\nThen first he went to the stalls of his horses. The wife of the North\nWind gave them to Pilumnus. Whiter than snow were they, and swifter\nthan the wind. Then he put the coat of mail about his shoulders, and\nfitted a helmet on his head, and took the great sword which Vulcan had\nmade for Daunus his father, and had dipped it when it was white-hot in\nthe river of Styx. His spear also he took where it stood against a\npillar, saying, \"Serve me well, my spear, that hast never failed me\nbefore, that I may lay low this womanish robber of Phrygia, and soil\nwith dust his curled and perfumed hair.\"\n\nThe next day the men of Italy and the men of Troy measured out a\nspace for the battle. And in the midst they builded an altar of turf.\nAnd the two armies sat on the one side and on the other, having fixed\ntheir spears in the earth and laid down their shields. Also the women\nand the old men stood on the towers and roofs of the city, that they\nmight see the fight.\n\nBut Queen Juno spake to Juturna, the sister of Turnus, saying, \"Seest\nthou how these two are now about to fight, face to face? And indeed\nTurnus goeth to his death. As for me, I endure not to look upon this\ncovenant or this battle. But if thou canst do aught for thy brother,\nlo! the time is at hand.\" And when the Nymph wept and beat her breast,\nJuno said, \"This is no time for tears. Save thy brother, if thou\ncanst, from death; or cause that they break this covenant.\"\n\nAfter this came the kings, that they might make the covenant together.\nAnd King Latinus rode in a chariot with four horses, and he had on his\nhead a crown with twelve rays of gold, for he was of the race of the\nSun; and Turnus came in a chariot with two white horses, having a\njavelin in either hand; and \u00c6neas had donned the arms which Vulcan had\nmade, and with him was the young I\u00fclus. And after due offering \u00c6neas\nsware, calling on all the Gods, \"If the victory shall fall this day to\nTurnus, the men of Troy shall depart to the city of Evander, nor\ntrouble this land any more. But if it fall to me, I will not that the\nLatins should serve the men of Troy. Let the nations be equal one with\nthe other. The gods that I bring we will worship together, but King\nLatinus shall reign as before. A new city shall the men of Troy build\nfor me, and Lavinia shall call it after her own name.\"\n\nThen King Latinus sware, calling on the Gods that are above and the\nGods that are below, saying, \"This covenant shall stand for ever,\nwhatsoever may befall. As sure as this sceptre which I bear--once it\nwas a tree, but a cunning workman closed it in bronze, to be the glory\nof Latium's kings--shall never again bear twig or leaf, so surely\nshall this covenant be kept.\"\n\nBut the thing pleased not the Latins; for before, indeed, they judged\nthat the battle would not be equal between the two; and now were they\nthe more assured, seeing them when they came together, and that Turnus\nwalked with eyes cast to the ground, and was pale and wan. Wherefore\nthere arose a murmuring among the people, which when Juturna\nperceived, she took upon herself the likeness of Camers, who was a\nprince and a great warrior among them, and passed through the host,\nsaying, \"Are ye not ashamed, men of Italy, that one man should do\nbattle for you all? For count these men: surely they are scarce one\nagainst two. And if he be vanquished, what shame for you! As for him,\nindeed, though he die, yet shall his glory reach to the heavens; but\nye shall suffer disgrace, serving these strangers for ever.\"\n\nAnd when she saw that the people were moved, she gave also a sign from\nheaven. For lo! an eagle that drave a crowd of sea-fowl before him,\nswooped down to the water, and caught a great swan; and even while the\nItalians looked, the birds that before had fled turned and pursued the\neagle, and drave him before them, so that he dropped the swan and fled\naway. Which thing when the Italians perceived, they shouted, and made\nthem ready for battle. And the augur Tolumnius cried, \"This is the\ntoken that I have looked for. For this eagle is the stranger, and ye\nare the birds, which before, indeed, have fled, but shall now make him\nto flee.\"\n\nAnd he ran forward and cast his spear, smiting a man of Arcadia below\nthe belt, upon the groin. One of nine brothers was he, sons of a\nTuscan mother, but their father was a Greek; and they, when they saw\nhim slain, caught swords and spears, and ran forward. And straightway\nthe battle was begun. First they brake down the altars, that they\nmight take firebrands therefrom; and King Latinus fled from the place.\nThen did Messapus drive his horses against King Aulestes of Mantua,\nwho, being fain to fly, stumbled upon the altar and fell headlong on\nthe ground. And Messapus smote him with a spear that was like a\nweaver's beam, saying, \"This, of a truth, is a worthier victim.\" After\nthis Coryne\u00fcs the Arcadian, when Ebysus would have smitten him,\nsnatched a brand from the altar and set fire to the beard of the man,\nand, before he came to himself, caught him by the hair, and thrusting\nhim to the ground, so slew him. And when Podalirius pursued Alsus the\nshepherd, and now held his sword over him ready to strike, the other\nturned, and with a battle-axe cleft the man's head from forehead to\nchin.\n\nBut all the while the righteous \u00c6neas, having his head bare, and\nholding neither spear nor sword, cried to the people, \"What seek ye?\nwhat madness is this? The covenant is established, and I only have the\nright to do battle.\" But even while he spake an arrow smote him,\nwounding him. But who let it fly no man knoweth; for who, of a truth,\nwould boast that he had wounded \u00c6neas? And he departed from the\nbattle.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XXVI.\n\nTHE DEATH OF TURNUS.\n\n\nNow when Turnus saw that \u00c6neas had departed from the battle he called\nfor his chariot. And when he had mounted thereon he drave it through\nthe host of the enemy, slaying many valiant heroes, as Sthenelus and\nPholus, and the two sons of Imbrasus the Lycian, Glaucus and Lades.\nThen he saw Eumedes, son of that Dolon who would have spied out the\ncamp of the Greeks, asking as his reward the horses of Achilles (but\nDiomed slew him). Him Turnus smote with a javelin from afar, and, when\nhe fell, came near and put his foot upon him, and taking his sword\ndrave it into his neck, saying, \"Lo! now thou hast the land which thou\nsoughtest. Lie there, and measure out Italy for thyself.\" Many others\nhe slew, for the army fled before him. Yet did one man, Phegeus by\nname, stand against him, and would have stayed the chariot, catching\nthe bridles of the horses in his hand. But as he clung to the yoke and\nwas dragged along, Turnus broke his cuirass with his spear, and\nwounded him. And when the man set his shield before him, and made at\nTurnus with his sword, the wheels dashed him to the ground, and Turnus\nstruck him between the helmet and the breast-plate, and smote off his\nhead.\n\nBut in the meanwhile Mnestheus and Achates and I\u00fclus led \u00c6neas to the\ncamp, leaning on his spear. Very wrath was he, and strove to draw\nforth the arrow. And when he could not, he commanded that they should\nopen the wound with the knife, and so send him back to the battle.\nIapis also, the physician, ministered to him. Now this Iapis was\ndearer than all other men to Apollo, and when the god would have given\nhim all his arts, even prophecy and music and archery, he chose rather\nto know the virtues of herbs and the art of healing, that so he might\nprolong the life of his father, who was even ready to die. This Iapis,\nthen, having his garments girt about him in healer's fashion, would\nhave drawn forth the arrow with the pincers, but could not. And while\nhe strove, the battle came nearer, and the sky was hidden by clouds of\ndust, and javelins fell thick into the camp. But when Venus saw how\ngrievously her son was troubled, she brought from Ida, which is a\nmountain of Crete, the herb dittany. A hairy stalk it hath and a\npurple flower. The wild goats know it well if so be that they have\nbeen wounded by arrows. This, then, Venus, having hidden her face,\nbrought and dipped into the water, and sprinkled there with ambrosia\nand sweet-smelling panacea.\n\nAnd Iapis, unawares, applied the water that had been healed; and lo!\nthe pain was stayed and the blood was staunched, and the arrow came\nforth, though no man drew it, and \u00c6neas's strength came back to him as\nbefore. Then said Iapis, \"Art of mine hath not healed thee, my son.\nThe Gods call thee to thy work.\" Then did \u00c6neas arm himself again, and\nwhen he had kissed I\u00fclus and bidden him farewell, he went forth to the\nbattle. And all the chiefs went with him, and the men of Troy took\ncourage and drave back the Latins. Then befell a great slaughter, for\nGyas slew Ufens, who was the leader of the \u00c6quians; also Tolumnius,\nthe great augur, was slain, who had first broken the covenant, slaying\na man with his spear. But \u00c6neas deigned not to turn his hand against\nany man, seeking only for Turnus, that he might fight with him. But\nwhen the nymph Juturna perceived this she was sore afraid. Therefore\nshe came near to the chariot of her brother, and thrust out Metiscus,\nhis charioteer, where he held the reins, and herself stood in his\nroom, having made herself like to him in shape and voice. Then as a\nswallow flies through the halls and arcades of some rich man's house,\nseeking food for its young, so Juturna drave the chariot of her\nbrother hither and thither. And ever \u00c6neas followed behind, and called\nto him that he should stay; but whenever he espied the man, and would\nhave overtaken him by running, then again did Juturna turn the horses\nabout and flee. And as he sped Messapus cast a spear at him. But \u00c6neas\nsaw it coming, and put his shield over him, resting on his knee. Yet\ndid the spear smite him on the helmet-top and shear off the crest.\nThen indeed was his wrath kindled, and he rushed into the army of the\nenemy, slaying many as he went.\n\nThen was there a great slaughter made on this side and on that. But\nafter a while Venus put it into the heart of \u00c6neas that he should lead\nhis army against the city. Therefore he called together the chiefs,\nand, standing in the midst of them on a mound, spake, saying, \"Hearken\nnow to my words, and delay not to fulfil them, for of a truth Jupiter\nis on our side. I am purposed this day to lay this city of Latinus\neven with the ground, if they still refuse to obey. For why should I\nwait for Turnus till it please him to meet me in battle?\"\n\nThen did the whole array make for the walls of the city. And some\ncarried firebrands, and some scaling-ladders, and some slew the\nwarders at the gates, and cast javelins at them who stood on the\nwalls. And then there arose a great strife in the city, for some would\nhave opened the gates that the men of Troy might enter, and others\nmade haste to defend the walls. Hither and thither did they run with\nmuch tumult, even as bees in a hive in a rock which a shepherd hath\nfilled with smoke, having first shut all the doors thereof.\n\nThen also did other ill fortune befall the Latins, for when Queen\nAmata saw from the roof of the palace that the enemy were come near to\nthe walls, and saw not anywhere the army of the Latins, she supposed\nTurnus to have fallen in the battle. Whereupon, crying out that she\nwas the cause of all these woes, she made a noose of the purple\ngarment wherewith she was clad, and hanged herself from a beam of the\nroof. Then did lamentation go through the city, for the women wailed\nand tore their hair, and King Latinus rent his clothes and threw dust\nupon his head.\n\nBut the cry that went up from the city came to the ears of Turnus\nwhere he fought in the furthest part of the plain. And he caught the\nreins and said, \"What meaneth this sound of trouble and wailing that I\nhear?\" And the false Metiscus, who was in truth his sister, made\nanswer, \"Let us fight, O Turnus, here where the Gods give us victory.\nThere are enough to defend the city.\" But Turnus spake, saying, \"Nay,\nmy sister, for who thou art I have known even from the beginning, it\nmust not be so. Why camest thou down from heaven? Was it to see thy\nbrother die? And now what shall I do? Have I not seen Murranus die and\nUfens the \u00c6quian? And shall I suffer this city to be destroyed? Shall\nthis land see Turnus flee before his enemies? Be ye kind to me, O Gods\nof the dead, seeing that the Gods of heaven hate me. I come down to\nyou a righteous spirit, and not unworthy of my fathers.\"\n\nAnd even as he spake came Saces, riding on a horse that was covered\nwith foam, and on his face was the wound of an arrow. And he cried, \"O\nTurnus, our last hopes are in thee. For \u00c6neas is about to destroy the\ncity, and the firebrands are cast upon the roofs. And King Latinus is\nsore tried with doubt, and the Queen hath laid hands upon herself and\nis dead. And now only Messapus and Atinas maintain the battle, and the\nfight grows fierce around them, while thou drivest thy chariot about\nthese empty fields.\"\n\nThen for a while Turnus stood speechless, and shame and grief and\nmadness were in his soul; and he looked to the city, and lo! the fire\nwent up even to the top of the tower which he himself had builded upon\nthe walls to be a defence against the enemy. And when he saw it, he\ncried, \"It is enough, my sister; I go whither the Gods call me. I will\nmeet with \u00c6neas face to face, and endure my doom.\"\n\nAnd as he spake he leapt down from his chariot, and ran across the\nplain till he came near to the city, even where the blood was deepest\nupon the earth and the arrows were thickest in the air. And he\nbeckoned with the hand and called to the Italians, saying, \"Stay now\nyour arrows. I am come to fight this battle for you all.\" And when\nthey heard it they left a space in the midst. \u00c6neas also, when he\nheard the name of Turnus, left attacking the city, and came to meet\nhim, mighty as Athos, or Eryx, or Father Apenninus, that raiseth his\nsnowy head to the heavens. And the men of Troy and the Latins and King\nLatinus marvelled to see them meet, so mighty they were.\n\nFirst they cast their spears at each other, and then ran together, and\ntheir shields struck one against the other with a crash that went up\nto the sky. And Jupiter held the balance in heaven, weighing their\ndoom. Then Turnus, rising to the stroke, smote fiercely with his\nsword. And the men of Troy and the Latins cried out when they saw him\nstrike. But the treacherous sword brake in the blow. And when he saw\nthe empty hilt in his hand he turned to flee. They say that when he\nmounted his chariot that day to enter the battle, not heeding the\nmatter in his haste, he left his father's sword behind him, and took\nthe sword of Metiscus, which, indeed, served him well while the men of\nTroy fled before him, but brake, even as ice breaks, when it came to\nthe shield which Vulcan had made. Thereupon Turnus fled, and \u00c6neas,\nthough the wound which the arrow had made hindered him, pursued. Even\nas a hound follows a stag that is penned within some narrow space, for\nthe beast flees hither and thither, and the staunch Umbrian hound\nfollows close upon him, and almost holds him, and snaps his teeth, yet\nbites him not, so did \u00c6neas follow hard on Turnus. And still Turnus\ncried out that some one should give him his sword, and \u00c6neas\nthreatened that he would destroy the city if any should help him.\nFive times about the space they ran; not for some prize they strove,\nbut for the life of Turnus. Now there stood in the plain the stump of\na wild olive-tree. The tree was sacred to Faunus, but the men of Troy\nhad cut it, and the stump only was left. Herein the spear of \u00c6neas was\nfixed, and now he would have drawn it forth that he might slay Turnus\ntherewith, seeing that he could not overtake him by running. Which\nwhen Turnus perceived, he cried to Faunus, saying, \"O Faunus, if I\nhave kept holy for thee that which the men of Troy have profaned, hold\nfast this spear.\" And the god heard him; nor could \u00c6neas draw it\nforth. But while he strove, Juturna, taking again the form of\nMetiscus, ran and gave to Turnus his sword. And Venus, perceiving it,\nwrenched forth the spear from the stump. So the two stood again face\nto face.\n\nThen spake Jupiter to Juno, where she sat in a cloud watching the\nbattle, \"How long wilt thou fight against fate? What purpose hast thou\nnow in thy heart? Was it well that Juturna--for what could she avail\nwithout thy help?--should give back to Turnus his sword? Thou hast\ndriven the men of Troy over land and sea, and kindled a dreadful war,\nand mingled the song of marriage with mourning. Further thou mayest\nnot go.\"\n\nAnd Juno humbly made answer, \"This is thy will, great Father; else had\nI not sat here, but stood in the battle smiting the men of Troy. And\nindeed I spake to Juturna that she should help her brother; but aught\nelse I know not. And now I yield. Yet grant me this. Suffer not that\nthe Latins should be called after the name of Troy, nor change their\nspeech nor their garb. Let Rome rule the world, but let Troy perish\nfor ever.\"\n\nThen spake with a smile the Maker of all things, \"Truly thou art a\ndaughter of Saturn, so fierce is the wrath of thy soul! And now what\nthou prayest I give. The Italians shall not change name, nor speech,\nnor garb. The men of Troy shall mingle with them, and I will give them\na new worship, and call them all Latins. Nor shall any race pay thee\nmore honour than they.\"\n\nThen Jupiter sent a Fury from the pit. And she took the form of a\nbird, even of an owl that sitteth by night on the roof of a desolate\nhouse, and flew before the face of Turnus and flapped her wings\nagainst his shield. Then was Turnus stricken with great fear, so that\nhis hair stood up and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth. And\nwhen Juturna knew the sound of the false bird what it was, she cried\naloud for fear, and left her brother and fled, hiding herself in the\nriver of Tiber.\n\nBut \u00c6neas came on, shaking his spear that was like unto a tree, and\nsaid, \"Why delayest thou, O Turnus? Why drawest thou back? Fly now if\nthou canst through the air, or hide thyself in the earth.\" And Turnus\nmade answer, \"I fear not thy threats, but the Gods and Jupiter, that\nare against me this day.\" And as he spake he saw a great stone which\nlay hard by, the landmark of a field. Scarce could twelve chosen men,\nsuch as men are now, lift it on their shoulders. This he caught from\nthe earth and cast it at his enemy, running forward as he cast. But he\nknew not, so troubled was he in his soul, that he ran or that he cast,\nfor his knees tottered beneath him and his blood grew cold with fear.\nAnd the stone fell short, nor reached the mark. Even as in a dream,\nwhen dull sleep is on the eyes of a man, he would fain run but cannot,\nfor his strength faileth him, neither cometh there any voice when he\nwould speak; so it fared with Turnus. For he looked to the Latins and\nto the city, and saw the dreadful spear approach, nor knew how he\nmight fly, neither how he might fight, and could not spy anywhere his\nchariot or his sister. And all the while \u00c6neas shook his spear and\nwaited that his aim should be sure. And at the last he threw it with\nall his might. Even as a whirlwind it flew, and brake through the\nseven folds of the shield and pierced the thigh. And Turnus dropped\nwith his knee bent to the ground. And all the Latins groaned aloud to\nsee him fall. Then he entreated \u00c6neas, saying, \"I have deserved my\nfate. Take thou that which thou hast won. Yet perchance thou mayest\nhave pity on the old man, my father, even Daunus, for such an one was\nthy father Anchises, and give me back to my own people, if it be but\nmy body that thou givest. Yet hast thou conquered, and the Latins have\nseen me beg my life of thee, and Lavinia is thine. Therefore, I pray\nthee, stay now thy wrath.\"\n\nThen for awhile \u00c6neas stood doubting; aye, and might have spared the\nman, when lo! he spied upon his shoulders the belt of Pallas, whom he\nhad slain. And his wrath was greatly kindled, and he cried with a\ndreadful voice, \"Shalt thou who art clothed with the spoils of my\nfriends escape me? 'Tis Pallas slays thee with this wound, and takes\nvengeance on thy accursed blood.\" And as he spake he drave the steel\ninto his breast. And with a groan the wrathful spirit passed into\ndarkness.\n\n\nTHE END.\n\n\nUNWIN BROTHERS, THE GRESHAM PRESS, CHILWORTH AND LONDON.\n\n\n\n\n  _Seventh Thousand, Crown 8vo, price 5s. cloth._\n\n  STORIES FROM HOMER.\n\n  BY THE\n  REV. ALFRED J. CHURCH, M.A.,\n\n  _Head Master of King Edward's School, Retford_;\n  Author of \"Stories from Virgil.\"\n\n  THE ILIAD.\n\n       I. The Quarrel of the Chiefs.\n      II. The Broken Covenant.\n     III. The Battle in the Plain.\n      IV. Hector and Andromach\u00e9.\n       V. The Duel of Hector and Ajax.\n      VI. The Adventure of Ulysses and Diomed.\n     VII. The Wounding of the Chiefs.\n    VIII. The Battle at the Wall.\n      IX. The Battle at the Ships.\n       X. The Battle at the Ships (_continued_).\n      XI. The Deeds and Death of Patroclus.\n     XII. The Rousing of Achilles.\n    XIII. The Battle at the River.\n     XIV. The Death of Hector.\n      XV. The Ransoming of Hector.\n\n  THE ODYSSEY.\n\n       I. The Cyclops.\n      II. The Island of \u00c6olus--the L\u00e6strygons--Circ\u00e9.\n     III. The Regions of the Dead--Scylla--the Oxen of the\n            Sun--Calypso.\n      IV. Telemachus and Penelop\u00e9.\n       V. Nestor and Menela\u00fcs.\n      VI. Ulysses on his Raft.\n     VII. Nausicaa and Alcino\u00fcs.\n    VIII. Ulysses and the Swineherd.\n      IX. The Return of Telemachus.\n       X. Ulysses in his Home.\n      XI. The Trial of the Bow.\n     XII. The Slaying of the Suitors.\n\n  WITH TWENTY-FOUR TINTED ILLUSTRATIONS, FROM FLAXMAN'S DESIGNS.\n\n    \"A book which ought to become an English classic. It is full\n    of the pure Homeric flavour, and we think we may predict that\n    it will retain its place in our literature.\"--_Spectator._\n\n    \"All Mr. Church's stories are told with rare grace and\n    fidelity.\"--_Times._\n\n    \"We can give Mr. Church no higher praise than that he has\n    succeeded in his undertaking. We doubt whether the first and\n    greatest of story-tellers has ever before been so\n    appropriately rendered for children.\"--_Academy._\n\n    \"Mr. Church has long since proved himself a ripe and good\n    scholar, though he had not given evidence of the special\n    Homeric insight which this charming volume\n    displays.\"--_Saturday Review._\n\n  SEELEY, JACKSON, AND HALLIDAY,\n  Fleet Street, London.\n\n\n  SERIES OF CHEAP SCHOOL BOOKS.\n\n  _Conducted by the Rev. A. J. 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Tarver. 1s. 6d.\n\n  GREEK.\n\n    Xenophon--Anabasis, Book IV. Rev. North Pinder, M.A. 1s.\n\n  SEELEY, JACKSON, & HALLIDAY 54, Fleet St., London.\n\n\n\n\nTranscriber's Note\n\nArchaic and variable spelling is preserved as printed. This includes\nvariation in spelling of proper nouns where both forms appear valid,\ne.g. Lybia and Libya; Halesus and Hal\u00e6sus; Alethes and Aletes.\n\nMinor punctuation errors and inconsistencies in hyphenation and accent\nusage have been repaired.\n\nPage 60 contains a line beginning, \"To whom \u00c6neas, \"I have not seen\nnor heard ...\".\" There may be a word omitted following '\u00c6neas',\nperhaps 'spake' or 'said' or similar. This occurs in all editions the\ntranscriber was able to access, and, as it is impossible to be certain\nwhether it was deliberate or an error, it is preserved as printed.\n\nPage 87 contains the line, \"Was he moved at all my tears?\" The\ntranscriber has amended 'my' to 'by' for sense--\"Was he moved at all\nby tears?\"\n\nPage 119 contains the text, \"for thou hast a mighty people and a fierce\nin Latium with whom to do battle.\" There may be a word missing following\n'fierce'--perhaps 'one'--but as it is impossible to be certain, the text\nis preserved as printed.","title":"Stories from Virgil","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":54438}