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The Storyteller<br />
And<br />
Virgil's<br />
Anaead<br />
Michael P. Moore
Copyright Micheal P. Moore<br />
Osaka 1999<br />
1<br />
(moore131@post.com)
Book I<br />
As <strong>the</strong> hunched, white-haired storyteller<br />
slowly meandered his way up<br />
<strong>the</strong> grassy incline to w<strong>here</strong> his<br />
audience was waiting, he looked up<br />
at <strong>the</strong> bright afternoon sun and,<br />
tugging fiercely at his long beard,<br />
swore silently to himself. Inside he<br />
was churning with anger because<br />
for weeks he had been looking<br />
forward to coming back to this village<br />
and telling <strong>the</strong> story of Odysseus and<br />
his adventures after <strong>the</strong> sacking of<br />
Troy. But now he had been<br />
unexpectedly forced to change his<br />
plans. The last time he had visited<br />
this village he had told <strong>the</strong> story of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Iliad; <strong>the</strong> battle for Troy up to<br />
<strong>the</strong> death of Prince Hector. When he
did <strong>the</strong> rounds of <strong>the</strong> countryside, he<br />
always liked to follow <strong>the</strong> Iliad with<br />
<strong>the</strong> Odyssey, a story he greatly<br />
enjoyed telling. But in his absence a<br />
rogue storyteller had been through <strong>the</strong><br />
area, and because after <strong>the</strong> Iliad<br />
everyone was anxious to hear about<br />
what happened later, <strong>the</strong> thief had<br />
capitalised on <strong>the</strong> opportunity and<br />
told <strong>the</strong>m of Odysseus' ten year<br />
struggle to return home. Now, <strong>the</strong><br />
whole village wanted to hear more<br />
about <strong>the</strong> fall of Troy, but <strong>the</strong> only<br />
story he knew was one which came<br />
from a much later age. Having heard<br />
<strong>the</strong> Iliad and <strong>the</strong> Odyssey his listeners<br />
were going to have certain<br />
expectations and so if he tried to tell<br />
Virgil's Anaead in its traditional<br />
form, he didn't need to be an expert<br />
to know that his audience would not
like it. The main problem with <strong>the</strong><br />
Anaead was that <strong>the</strong> Gods, although<br />
much <strong>the</strong> same, all had different<br />
names and if he tried to begin his<br />
story in <strong>the</strong> manner he was used to,<br />
few would understand what he was<br />
talking about. Added to this was <strong>the</strong><br />
fact that everyone had become<br />
accustomed to <strong>the</strong> idea that <strong>the</strong> fall of<br />
Troy was a bronze age epic and <strong>the</strong>y<br />
might become confused if, a mere<br />
year or so after its fall, warriors rode<br />
horses and had iron age weapons.<br />
The more he thought about <strong>the</strong><br />
problems which faced him, <strong>the</strong><br />
more <strong>the</strong> anger see<strong>the</strong>d within him<br />
and became difficult to contain.<br />
Everyone knew that, by unspoken<br />
agreement, this was his area when<br />
it came to telling <strong>the</strong> Iliad and <strong>the</strong><br />
Odyssey and <strong>the</strong> fact that rogue
storytellers were travelling through<br />
<strong>the</strong> area and completely ignoring<br />
established traditions, was very<br />
worrying. Society seemed to be<br />
breaking down and so as soon as he<br />
got back to <strong>the</strong> city he would have<br />
take <strong>the</strong> matter up with <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
travelling bards and see what could be<br />
done. But before he could do that<br />
he was going to have to try and adjust<br />
<strong>the</strong> Anaead to suit his audience and<br />
also try not to make a complete<br />
mess of it.<br />
But how was he going to do it?<br />
He had been so totally unprepared<br />
for this that he just had no idea.<br />
When he discovered that in his<br />
absence someone had related <strong>the</strong><br />
Odyssey, he had tried to persuade<br />
<strong>the</strong> village elders to let him tell a<br />
different story. But everyone wanted
to hear more about <strong>the</strong> fall of Troy<br />
and so <strong>the</strong>y had insisted. In<br />
consequence, despite <strong>the</strong> fact that<br />
he was completely unprepared, he was<br />
going to have to tell Virgil's story<br />
as best he could. When he hadn't<br />
been allowed to tell a different story<br />
he had, for a moment, toyed with<br />
<strong>the</strong> idea of cancelling his agreement<br />
to tell a story altoge<strong>the</strong>r, but <strong>the</strong><br />
villagers had been looking forward to<br />
his return and if he left without<br />
fulfilling his promise, <strong>the</strong>y would be<br />
unwilling to welcome him back. So,<br />
passing dejectedly through <strong>the</strong><br />
family groups which sat on <strong>the</strong> green<br />
grass which had been warmed by<br />
<strong>the</strong> afternoon sun, he sat himself down<br />
on <strong>the</strong> gnarled tree stump which,<br />
in this village, was every storytellers'<br />
seat. Then, after taking a drink from
his wine skin, he wiped his lips with<br />
<strong>the</strong> back of his hand and thought of<br />
how best to begin his story. Time was<br />
short and so ga<strong>the</strong>ring <strong>the</strong> main<br />
threads of <strong>the</strong> opening chapters and<br />
thinking of what had to be changed,<br />
he looked down at <strong>the</strong> ground and<br />
held his silence until a hush fell over<br />
his expectant audience. But instead<br />
of starting immediately he waited for<br />
a short while longer before lifting his<br />
eyes to <strong>the</strong> heavens and beginning.<br />
----<br />
Sing Goddess! Sing and tell us about<br />
<strong>the</strong> that great man who fled from<br />
burning Troy and eventually won his<br />
way to Italy, even though he was<br />
chased by <strong>the</strong> anger of <strong>the</strong> Hera,<br />
Queen of Heaven and enemy of Troy,
and so was forced to endure countless<br />
calamities and hardships. Tell us also<br />
of how, once he arrived on <strong>the</strong> banks<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Tiber, he was plagued by wars<br />
as he struggled to build a city and<br />
establish a home for his gods and his<br />
people. Destiny had decided that this<br />
man would be <strong>the</strong> founder of Alba's<br />
house and fa<strong>the</strong>r of <strong>the</strong> Latin people<br />
and that from him and his people<br />
would spring <strong>the</strong> great city and<br />
nation of Rome. But first he had to<br />
overcome <strong>the</strong> enmity of those gods<br />
who were determined to destroy him.<br />
Tell us also about <strong>the</strong> Queen<br />
of Heaven and why she persecuted<br />
such a good man for so long, because<br />
it is truly hard for anyone to believe<br />
that <strong>the</strong> heavenly ones could hate<br />
so fiercely and for so long.<br />
But begin with that time long
ago when in Italy, before Anaeas<br />
arrived, <strong>the</strong>re was a town which<br />
stood on <strong>the</strong> estuaries of <strong>the</strong> Tiber<br />
and its people were emigrants from<br />
Tyre in Carthage. But although far<br />
removed from <strong>the</strong> centre of<br />
civilisation, it was rich and also<br />
mighty because war and strife were a<br />
part of its everyday life. The spot on<br />
which <strong>the</strong> city stood was so beautiful<br />
that it has often been said that Hera,<br />
consort of Zeus and Queen of<br />
Heaven, loved that place more than in<br />
any o<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> world. But once<br />
Anaeas and his people arrived it<br />
gradually developed into <strong>the</strong> centre<br />
of a great nation and this was brought<br />
about by <strong>the</strong> Fates because <strong>the</strong>y<br />
wanted to ensure that <strong>the</strong> blood of<br />
Troy would once again rise up into a<br />
great nation and be glorious in war.
But <strong>the</strong> Queen of Heaven, daughter of<br />
Kronos, did not want <strong>the</strong> blood of<br />
Troy to rise from <strong>the</strong> ashes because<br />
she remembered with pleasure that<br />
old war in which she had helped her<br />
beloved Achaians destroy <strong>the</strong> hated<br />
city of Troy. Nor had she forgotten<br />
<strong>the</strong> causes of that feud and <strong>the</strong> bitter<br />
pangs of pain she had suffered but<br />
not yet vanquished from her heart.<br />
Stored in <strong>the</strong> depths of her being<br />
were <strong>the</strong> memories of Prince Paris'<br />
judgment and how he had slighted<br />
her beauty in favour of Aphrodite's.<br />
When she thought of this it added fire<br />
to her hatred and so, despite <strong>the</strong> fact<br />
that Troy had fallen and almost all <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans had been killed or enslaved,<br />
those Trojans who had survived <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
city's destruction were tossed by her<br />
from sea to sea and kept away from
Latium. She wished <strong>the</strong> seed of Troy<br />
to be wiped from <strong>the</strong> face of <strong>the</strong> earth<br />
and so for many a long year <strong>the</strong>se<br />
homeless survivors found <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
compelled to wander <strong>the</strong> seas of <strong>the</strong><br />
earth.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong>y wandered <strong>the</strong> seas<br />
and visited many countries, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
came once to <strong>the</strong> island of Sicily.<br />
Here <strong>the</strong>y only stayed long enough<br />
to replenish <strong>the</strong>ir stores and as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were departing that beautiful island<br />
and were happily spreading <strong>the</strong>ir sails<br />
so <strong>the</strong> wind could drive <strong>the</strong>m on<br />
through <strong>the</strong> briny spray, Hera, sitting<br />
in <strong>the</strong> palace of <strong>the</strong> gods on Olympus<br />
and <strong>the</strong> everlasting wound still<br />
rankling in her breast, communed<br />
with herself. 'Am I to give up what<br />
I have started because I do not know<br />
what to do and am forbidden by <strong>the</strong>
Fates to interfere and stop <strong>the</strong> Anaeas<br />
from reaching Italy? What! Was not<br />
Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne strong enough to<br />
completely destroy an Achaian fleet<br />
and drown <strong>the</strong> crews in <strong>the</strong> sea for <strong>the</strong><br />
offence of a single man: Aias, son<br />
of Oileus? Aye, with her own hand<br />
she launched winged fire from <strong>the</strong><br />
clouds and scattered his ships and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n sent a ferocious wind which<br />
churned up <strong>the</strong> sea and capsized <strong>the</strong>m<br />
all. But if she could do this why is it<br />
that I, who walk <strong>the</strong> sky as its queen<br />
and am both <strong>the</strong> sister and consort of<br />
Zeus, am prevented from doing as<br />
I please? I have battled with <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans for many years but now it<br />
sometimes seems <strong>the</strong>re is not a single<br />
person to pray to my deity or lay a<br />
suppliant's gift on my altar?'<br />
With such thoughts running
through her mind <strong>the</strong> goddess went to<br />
<strong>the</strong> birthplace of <strong>the</strong> storm cloud and<br />
<strong>the</strong> fierce sou<strong>the</strong>rn blasts. T<strong>here</strong> in<br />
a vast cavern King Aeolus was<br />
struggling with <strong>the</strong> howling winds<br />
and tempests and holding <strong>the</strong>m in<br />
check. But <strong>the</strong>y, in <strong>the</strong>ir passion,<br />
raved at <strong>the</strong> bolted doors and<br />
struggled to escape. Never<strong>the</strong>less,<br />
King Aeolus continued trying to<br />
soo<strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir wild moods and allay<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir rage because he knew that if he<br />
were to fail in this task of his, <strong>the</strong><br />
sea, <strong>the</strong> land and even heaven itself<br />
would all be forced along by <strong>the</strong> blast<br />
and swept far out into <strong>the</strong> darkness<br />
of <strong>the</strong> night. For a long time Zeus, <strong>the</strong><br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods, had been<br />
afraid of what would happen if <strong>the</strong>se<br />
winds escaped and roamed <strong>the</strong> world<br />
at will and so he had imprisoned
<strong>the</strong>m in a cavern which was both<br />
dark and deep and over this cavern<br />
he had placed a great mountain. He<br />
had also given <strong>the</strong> angry winds a<br />
king who, by <strong>the</strong> terms of his<br />
contract, knew how to tighten or<br />
slacken <strong>the</strong>ir reins and when to hold<br />
<strong>the</strong>m in or let <strong>the</strong>m rage. It was to<br />
him <strong>the</strong>refore that Hera made her<br />
request:<br />
'King Aeolus,' she said in her<br />
sweetest voice, 'it is to you that <strong>the</strong><br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods has given <strong>the</strong><br />
power to calm <strong>the</strong> winds or rouse<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to anger. But <strong>the</strong>re is a race<br />
which has offended me deeply and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir ships are now sailing <strong>the</strong><br />
Tyrrhene Sea as <strong>the</strong>y make for Italy.<br />
Will you not unleash your winds for<br />
a while and let <strong>the</strong>m rage so <strong>the</strong>y can<br />
overwhelm and sink <strong>the</strong> ships or
else scatter <strong>the</strong>m to <strong>the</strong> four corners<br />
of <strong>the</strong> sea and strew <strong>the</strong> waters with<br />
<strong>the</strong> corpses of <strong>the</strong>ir crews?' She<br />
paused for a moment and <strong>the</strong>n added,<br />
'I have fourteen nymphs, all of whom<br />
are of surpassing beauty and Deiopea,<br />
who is <strong>the</strong> fairest of <strong>the</strong>m all, I will,<br />
if you do as I wish, give to you in<br />
wedlock so she can serve your<br />
desires and make you <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r of<br />
many godly children.'<br />
'It is for you, great Queen,'<br />
replied King Aeolus after some<br />
thought, 'to decide on what needs to<br />
be done and for me to do your<br />
bidding. Your husband and bro<strong>the</strong>r<br />
made me lord of <strong>the</strong> storms and so<br />
you make my poor realm rich by your<br />
presence. Also, when I attend a<br />
banquet on Olympus you never fail to<br />
receive me warmly and ensure I have
a comfortable couch.'<br />
As he said this Aeolus used his<br />
great spear to unbolt doors of <strong>the</strong> great<br />
cavern and this allowed <strong>the</strong> winds to<br />
burst out and sweep over <strong>the</strong> earth in<br />
<strong>the</strong> form of a hurricane. One and all,<br />
<strong>the</strong> winds; east, south and south west<br />
fell on <strong>the</strong> sea and raised <strong>the</strong> waves<br />
up into great billows which <strong>the</strong>y<br />
<strong>the</strong>n sent racing towards <strong>the</strong> shore.<br />
But when <strong>the</strong> tempest reached <strong>the</strong><br />
ships <strong>the</strong> dark clouds instantly<br />
snatched daylight from <strong>the</strong> eyes of<br />
<strong>the</strong> crews and engulfed <strong>the</strong>m in a<br />
deep, black and heavy night with<br />
roaring thunder and bright flashes of<br />
lightning. As <strong>the</strong> ships were engulfed<br />
by <strong>the</strong> storm, <strong>the</strong> crews screamed out<br />
in terror and Anaeas groaned aloud<br />
in his despair. Stretching his clasped<br />
hands up to <strong>the</strong> sky he cried. 'Once
more I am faced by death! But why<br />
didn't it find me beneath <strong>the</strong> walls of<br />
Troy? Why did Diomedes, that<br />
great son of Tydeus, not lay me low<br />
when he took my wonderful horses?<br />
Why did Poseidon save me from <strong>the</strong><br />
spear of Achilles? Why did I live<br />
when Sarpedon fell to <strong>the</strong> spear of<br />
Patroklos and Prince Hector to<br />
Achilles? Was it for this that I was<br />
allowed to remain among <strong>the</strong> living<br />
while <strong>the</strong> Simois was seizing <strong>the</strong><br />
arms, shields and bodies of so many<br />
brave men and sweeping <strong>the</strong>m out to<br />
sea?'<br />
As he flung <strong>the</strong>se words at <strong>the</strong><br />
sky, a blast roaring in from <strong>the</strong> north<br />
struck his sail full in <strong>the</strong> front and<br />
submerged his ship in <strong>the</strong> water. The<br />
oars in <strong>the</strong> men's hands shattered and<br />
<strong>the</strong> prow, turning to starboard,
presented <strong>the</strong> ship's sides to <strong>the</strong><br />
oncoming waves which crashed down<br />
on it in mountains of water. Three<br />
ships were caught by this surge and<br />
flung onto hidden rocks and, as <strong>the</strong><br />
waves tumbled down on top of <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
<strong>the</strong> crew called out to <strong>the</strong> gods.<br />
Their frenzied pleas were heard by<br />
Hermes, <strong>the</strong> Bringer of Luck, so<br />
before <strong>the</strong> pointed rocks had a chance<br />
to smash holes in <strong>the</strong> bottoms of <strong>the</strong><br />
ships, ano<strong>the</strong>r great wave<br />
immediately rose up and, lifting <strong>the</strong><br />
three ships, flung <strong>the</strong>m high up onto<br />
<strong>the</strong> sandy beach. However, <strong>the</strong> ship<br />
in which <strong>the</strong> Lykians were sailing<br />
was struck by a mighty wave from <strong>the</strong><br />
stern and <strong>the</strong> helmsman was washed<br />
from his post and, with no one to<br />
guide it, <strong>the</strong> ship began to spin in a<br />
circle. Three times she went round-
about while staying in <strong>the</strong> same spot<br />
and a goodly number of <strong>the</strong> crew were<br />
flung into <strong>the</strong> water along with<br />
much of <strong>the</strong> treasure which had been<br />
salvaged from <strong>the</strong> ruins of Troy. The<br />
ships of Ilionesus, Achates, Abas, and<br />
Aletes were also all severely damaged<br />
and large amounts of water flooded<br />
into <strong>the</strong>ir bellies.<br />
However, when <strong>the</strong> noise of <strong>the</strong><br />
roaring storm reached <strong>the</strong> ears of<br />
Poseidon, he was grievously troubled.<br />
Raising his tranquil brow he cast a<br />
glance over <strong>the</strong> sea and saw <strong>the</strong> fleet<br />
of Anaeas being tossed hi<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
thi<strong>the</strong>r by <strong>the</strong> howling winds and<br />
billowing waves. But as he watched<br />
<strong>the</strong> waters crash onto <strong>the</strong>ir ships he<br />
knew that this was <strong>the</strong> work of his<br />
sister and her all-consuming hatred.<br />
Consequently, he immediately called
<strong>the</strong> winds before him and spoke to<br />
<strong>the</strong>m coldly. 'Are you,' he asked, 'so<br />
completely ruled by your desires?<br />
How dare you come out to darken<br />
<strong>the</strong> skies and toss <strong>the</strong> seas without my<br />
permission. It is I who chooses when<br />
and w<strong>here</strong> you will do your work and<br />
in time to come I shall make you pay<br />
for this grievous crime. But now you<br />
are to make good speed to your<br />
home and give your king this<br />
message from me. Tell him that <strong>the</strong><br />
empire of <strong>the</strong> sea was assigned to<br />
me and not to him. His sway is<br />
only over <strong>the</strong> enormous cave in<br />
which you winds are imprisoned and<br />
he has no power in any o<strong>the</strong>r place.'<br />
When he finished speaking <strong>the</strong><br />
winds ashamedly hastened back to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir cave and <strong>the</strong> heaving billows<br />
slowly subsided, <strong>the</strong> thunder ceased,
<strong>the</strong> clouds disappeared and <strong>the</strong> sun<br />
returned in triumph. On <strong>the</strong> beach<br />
<strong>the</strong> captains Cymothoe and Triton<br />
combined <strong>the</strong>ir efforts to help<br />
relaunch <strong>the</strong> ships which had been<br />
stranded and also guide <strong>the</strong>m through<br />
<strong>the</strong> dangerous rocks. Poseidon himself<br />
decided to help with this task and so<br />
before long all <strong>the</strong> ships were once<br />
more gliding smoothly across <strong>the</strong><br />
water.<br />
However, <strong>the</strong> sailors had been<br />
exhausted by <strong>the</strong>ir struggles against<br />
<strong>the</strong> storm and now that all was calm<br />
<strong>the</strong>y began labouring to reach <strong>the</strong><br />
nearest shore which, unbeknownst to<br />
<strong>the</strong>m, was <strong>the</strong> coast of Libya. T<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>y found a cove w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> water<br />
retired deep into <strong>the</strong> land and <strong>the</strong><br />
narrow mouth of <strong>the</strong> inlet formed a<br />
barrier to <strong>the</strong> wind and waves of <strong>the</strong>
sea. On each side of <strong>the</strong> cove's<br />
mouth stood two great crags rising up<br />
into <strong>the</strong> sky and both were covered<br />
with dense, black forests. Also<br />
unknown to <strong>the</strong>m was <strong>the</strong> fact that<br />
this was a home of many nymphs and<br />
so <strong>the</strong>re were a multitude of fresh<br />
water springs and, as <strong>the</strong> water within<br />
<strong>the</strong> cove was so calm, <strong>the</strong>y had no<br />
need for a cable or anchor to te<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>the</strong> ships. And so it was in this cove,<br />
with only seven ships remaining<br />
from his whole fleet, that Anaeas<br />
ordered his Trojans to disembark and<br />
take possession of <strong>the</strong> shore.<br />
Once on <strong>the</strong> beach <strong>the</strong><br />
exhausted men threw <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
down on <strong>the</strong> ground and it was only<br />
<strong>the</strong> commander Achates who had <strong>the</strong><br />
energy and foresight to ga<strong>the</strong>r up<br />
some dry leaves and start a fire. For
a long while <strong>the</strong> exhausted Trojans<br />
just lay on <strong>the</strong> beach but when <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had recovered a little of <strong>the</strong>ir strength<br />
<strong>the</strong>y ga<strong>the</strong>red round <strong>the</strong> fire which<br />
had begun to blaze brightly and was<br />
able to dry out <strong>the</strong>ir sodden tunics.<br />
After that <strong>the</strong>y brought <strong>the</strong>ir soaked<br />
corn from <strong>the</strong> ships and after rescuing<br />
what <strong>the</strong>y could of it, <strong>the</strong>y began<br />
crushing it with a millstone.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> men were busy crushing<br />
<strong>the</strong> corn Anaeas and Achates<br />
clambered up on a rock from which<br />
<strong>the</strong>y could get a full view of <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
in <strong>the</strong> hope of spotting something of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir o<strong>the</strong>r ships. But as <strong>the</strong>y gazed<br />
out across <strong>the</strong> pearl blue water<br />
which reflected <strong>the</strong> bright afternoon<br />
sunlight, <strong>the</strong>y could see no sign of any<br />
ship. Anaeas, however, did notice a<br />
herd of deer grazing along <strong>the</strong> shore
and immediately took possession of<br />
<strong>the</strong> bow and quiver full of arrows<br />
Achates always carried. The two<br />
men <strong>the</strong>n began hunting <strong>the</strong>se<br />
animals down and quickly brought<br />
seven huge bodies to <strong>the</strong> ground; one<br />
for each of <strong>the</strong> ships which had made<br />
<strong>the</strong> safety of <strong>the</strong> cove. These, when<br />
<strong>the</strong> men were fully recovered,<br />
Anaeas arranged to have brought back<br />
to <strong>the</strong> ships w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y were shared<br />
out in a way which made sure<br />
everyone had <strong>the</strong>ir fair share of<br />
meat. Wine was next. When <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
visited <strong>the</strong> Trinacrian shore Achates<br />
had stowed many casks aboard his<br />
ship and so, in an effort to comfort<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir sorrowing hearts, some of <strong>the</strong>se<br />
he now brought out and served to <strong>the</strong><br />
men with his own hand.<br />
'Comrades,' said Anaeas as
Achates was handing out <strong>the</strong> red<br />
wine, 'for comrades we are. Despite<br />
our predicament we are no strangers<br />
to hardships and our hearts have felt<br />
deeper wounds. But heaven will<br />
find balm for our sorrows. Why!<br />
Have we not looked on Scylla in<br />
her madness and heard those<br />
screaming winds which thrill <strong>the</strong><br />
pointed rocks as <strong>the</strong>y await a hapless<br />
ship? It is time for us to look to <strong>the</strong><br />
future and banish all fears from our<br />
hearts. Who knows, in time even <strong>the</strong><br />
storm we have just survived will be<br />
remembered with both laughter and<br />
pleasure! However, even though we<br />
have been faced by many perils, we<br />
are still going to make our way to<br />
Italy w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> Fates have promised<br />
me <strong>the</strong> opportunity to rebuild <strong>the</strong><br />
empire of Troy. Bear up <strong>the</strong>n I say and
look forward to brighter days.'<br />
Such were <strong>the</strong> words he spoke<br />
and so although <strong>the</strong> men were still<br />
overwhelmed by <strong>the</strong>ir exhaustion<br />
and also troubled by thoughts of<br />
what lay ahead, <strong>the</strong>y saw <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
hope for <strong>the</strong> future and so put away<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir grief and prepared to deal with<br />
<strong>the</strong> forthcoming meal. Some flayed<br />
<strong>the</strong> animals, cut <strong>the</strong> flesh into pieces<br />
and impaled it on spits while o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red more wood for <strong>the</strong> fires.<br />
When <strong>the</strong>y had feasted on <strong>the</strong><br />
meat and drunk <strong>the</strong>ir fill of wine <strong>the</strong>y<br />
all began to feel much better and<br />
started to discuss <strong>the</strong>ir missing<br />
comrades. But alas, <strong>the</strong>y were torn<br />
between hope and fear for <strong>the</strong>y did<br />
not know whe<strong>the</strong>r to think of <strong>the</strong>m as<br />
alive or dead. Anaeas was more<br />
worried than <strong>the</strong> rest and as he
thought of his missing comrades;<br />
Orontes, Amycus, Lycus, Gyas and<br />
<strong>the</strong> gallant Cloanthus, his spirit was<br />
plunged into <strong>the</strong> depths of despair.<br />
But now Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, who was<br />
sitting in <strong>the</strong> heights of heaven,<br />
looked down on <strong>the</strong> waves of <strong>the</strong> sea,<br />
<strong>the</strong> earth and <strong>the</strong> tribes of men and,<br />
when he fixed his gaze on Libya's<br />
realm, he thought of what sad<br />
Aphrodite had said: 'Oh thou, who<br />
by your everlasting laws swayest <strong>the</strong><br />
lives of men and gods and awes <strong>the</strong>m<br />
with your lightning bolts, what can<br />
my poor Anaeas have done to merit<br />
your wrath? Why did you let <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians destroy <strong>the</strong> sacred city of<br />
Troy so completely? What did <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans do to offend you so deeply?<br />
Yet <strong>the</strong>se men, after <strong>the</strong> many deaths<br />
<strong>the</strong>y have suffered already, still find
<strong>the</strong> whole world turned against <strong>the</strong>m<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y struggle to reach <strong>the</strong> mouth of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Tiber. It was your promise that<br />
as <strong>the</strong> years roll on, <strong>the</strong>y will <strong>the</strong><br />
forebears of many warrior kings who<br />
will have absolute sway over both<br />
land and sea. But perhaps, Fa<strong>the</strong>r of<br />
mine, you have changed your mind!<br />
When Troy's star was setting in<br />
grievous ruin and I was busy trying to<br />
balance destiny against destiny, your<br />
promise was my constant solace.<br />
But now <strong>here</strong> is <strong>the</strong> same evil fortune<br />
pursuing <strong>the</strong> brave men she has so<br />
oft discomfited already. Indeed <strong>the</strong><br />
mighty Antenor found a way to<br />
escape through <strong>the</strong> midst of <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians and make his way to <strong>the</strong><br />
realm of Liburnians. T<strong>here</strong> he built<br />
<strong>the</strong> city of Patavium for his Trojans<br />
to dwell in and, by so doing, gave
<strong>the</strong>m a place and a name among<br />
nations. But w<strong>here</strong>as he now lives<br />
lapped by <strong>the</strong> calm of peace, <strong>the</strong><br />
ships of my son are ei<strong>the</strong>r lost or<br />
ruined and all this to satisfy <strong>the</strong> malice<br />
of one cruel heart. Is this <strong>the</strong> reward<br />
for piety? Is this how you mean to<br />
restore a king to his throne?'<br />
The Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods,<br />
who had a face which could calm <strong>the</strong><br />
fitful moods of <strong>the</strong> sky, recalled<br />
smiling on his daughter when she<br />
had finished and, after touching her<br />
lips with a kiss, had said: 'You have<br />
no cause for alarm, Lady of Cy<strong>the</strong>ra,<br />
for I have not changed my mind about<br />
<strong>the</strong> destiny of your son and his people<br />
and, with your own eyes, you will see<br />
<strong>the</strong>m build <strong>the</strong>ir promised city.<br />
However, your son's troubles are far<br />
from over because before he can set
up a government and a city he must<br />
first wage a mighty war in Italy and<br />
crush <strong>the</strong> haughty tribes who live<br />
<strong>the</strong>re. But that won't begin to happen<br />
until three years after he has<br />
defeated <strong>the</strong> Rutulians. But I can<br />
promise you that your grandson<br />
Ascanius shall be sovereign for thirty<br />
years and he will build <strong>the</strong> city of<br />
Alba <strong>the</strong> Long. T<strong>here</strong> for a full three<br />
hundred years <strong>the</strong> crown shall be<br />
worn by Anaeas' line until a royal<br />
priestess, who has been known by <strong>the</strong><br />
War God Ares, who, I will remind<br />
you, recently changed his name to<br />
Mars, will be <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r of twin<br />
sons. Of <strong>the</strong>se one will proudly wear<br />
<strong>the</strong> tawny hide of <strong>the</strong> wolf which<br />
nursed him and his name will be<br />
Romulus. He will take up <strong>the</strong> sceptre<br />
and build a new city. But it will be a
city of war and so will be called a city<br />
of Mars. He will give both to <strong>the</strong> city<br />
and its people his own name of<br />
Roman and to <strong>the</strong>m I assign no time<br />
limit and so <strong>the</strong>re will be no date<br />
for it to end. Consequently, if <strong>the</strong>y<br />
are wise, <strong>the</strong>y will have dominion<br />
over <strong>the</strong> world for time without end.<br />
But my wife, who still doesn't want<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans to even survive and does<br />
everything she can to harm <strong>the</strong>m, will<br />
one day change her mind and will <strong>the</strong>n<br />
vie with me in watching over <strong>the</strong><br />
Romans and helping <strong>the</strong>m become<br />
lords of <strong>the</strong> earth. For it is willed that<br />
as <strong>the</strong> years pass, <strong>the</strong> time will come<br />
when Phthia, Mycenae and all of<br />
Argos will become subject to<br />
Roman, and <strong>the</strong>refore Trojan rule.<br />
Then shall be born a child from an<br />
illustrious line of Troy and his name
shall be Julius Caesar and he will<br />
extend <strong>the</strong> Roman empire to <strong>the</strong><br />
ocean and his glory to <strong>the</strong> stars. By<br />
blood he will be an heir to <strong>the</strong> great<br />
Ascanius, son of Anaeas and nephew<br />
of Prince Hector and, because of<br />
<strong>the</strong> greatness of his achievements,<br />
although he is destined to be<br />
treacherously murdered by one of his<br />
closest friends, men will pray and<br />
make <strong>the</strong>ir vows to him as <strong>the</strong>y will<br />
soon do to Anaeas because, in his day,<br />
internal wars will cease and life for<br />
those under Roman rule will grow<br />
mild. The Romans will give law to<br />
<strong>the</strong> world and, grim and iron bound<br />
though <strong>the</strong>se laws may be, <strong>the</strong>y will<br />
close <strong>the</strong> gates of internal strife and<br />
make Discord a prisoner. Though<br />
he will at times still roar mightily<br />
and yearn to be free.'
After thinking for a while of<br />
what he had said to his daughter,<br />
Zeus thought it might be best if he<br />
sent Mercury, a bro<strong>the</strong>r of Iris of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Whirlwind Feet, down from<br />
heaven with message to tell <strong>the</strong><br />
people of Carthage <strong>the</strong> New to open<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves up and welcome <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans lest Queen Dido, in her<br />
ignorance of what Fate was planning,<br />
should drive <strong>the</strong>m from her borders.<br />
As a result Mercury was soon flying<br />
down through <strong>the</strong> vast darkening sky<br />
and, by using his wings for oars, he<br />
quickly reached <strong>the</strong> shores of Libya.<br />
But such was his influence that even<br />
as he arrived <strong>the</strong> queen was admitting<br />
into her bosom thoughts of peace and<br />
kindness towards all strangers.<br />
As night was falling <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
in <strong>the</strong> cove posted a guard and laid
<strong>the</strong>mselves down to sleep. But<br />
Anaeas could not rest as he kept<br />
worrying about his missing<br />
comrades. In consequence, he had<br />
a restless night and so, as soon as <strong>the</strong><br />
gracious Dawn began lighting up <strong>the</strong><br />
eastern sky with her rosy fingers, he<br />
was eager to go out and explore this<br />
new region and find out w<strong>here</strong> he<br />
was. He also wanted to know what<br />
kind of people lived on <strong>the</strong>se shores<br />
because <strong>the</strong>re w<strong>here</strong> many places<br />
w<strong>here</strong> people did not welcome<br />
strangers and were often quick to try<br />
and ei<strong>the</strong>r kill <strong>the</strong>m or chase <strong>the</strong>m<br />
away. So, after ordering his men to<br />
conceal <strong>the</strong> ships under branches cut<br />
from trees in <strong>the</strong> forest and selecting<br />
only Achates as a companion, he<br />
picked up two spears with gleaming<br />
heads of bronze and walked into <strong>the</strong>
forest. But as <strong>the</strong> two men made <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way towards <strong>the</strong> centre of <strong>the</strong> forest<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir path was crossed by Aphrodite,<br />
Anaeas' mo<strong>the</strong>r, who had disguised<br />
herself as a maiden and wore a<br />
maiden's armour. In true huntress<br />
fashion a curved bow was slung over<br />
her shoulder and her flowing scarf<br />
was ga<strong>the</strong>red round her head in a knot.<br />
'Hello <strong>the</strong>re!' She cried out when<br />
she saw <strong>the</strong>m approaching. 'Have you<br />
chanced to see one of my sisters<br />
wandering in <strong>the</strong>se parts? If you have<br />
please tell me w<strong>here</strong> I can find her.<br />
She has a bow and quiver full of<br />
arrows and a spotted lynx hide hangs<br />
from her shoulders. You may have<br />
seen her chasing a boar with her<br />
hounds in full cry.'<br />
Thus Aphrodite spoke and her<br />
son, who did not recognise his
mo<strong>the</strong>r, replied: 'We have not seen<br />
or heard anyone I'm afraid. But what<br />
shall I call you? You have a face<br />
which is surely not of this earth and<br />
nor is <strong>the</strong> tone of your voice human.<br />
I believe you are a goddess.<br />
Artemis, Apollo's sister most likely<br />
or perhaps you are a nymph? Be<br />
gracious whoever you are and relieve<br />
our hardship by telling us w<strong>here</strong> we<br />
are and into what country we have<br />
been thrown. We have been driven<br />
<strong>here</strong> by angry winds and mighty<br />
waves and are complete strangers to<br />
<strong>the</strong> people of this place. Tell us<br />
w<strong>here</strong> we are and many a beautiful<br />
lamb will be sacrificed to you by<br />
<strong>the</strong>se hands of mine.<br />
'Nay,' said Aphrodite. 'I can lay<br />
claim to no such honours. Tyrian<br />
maidens like me are wont to carry <strong>the</strong>
ow and quiver and also to tie <strong>the</strong><br />
purple buckskin high on <strong>the</strong> waist.<br />
You are in <strong>the</strong> Punic realm, <strong>the</strong> nation<br />
of Tyrian and a town of Agenor's.<br />
On our frontiers are <strong>the</strong> Libyans and<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are always dangerous in war or<br />
any dispute. Our queen is Dido who<br />
fled <strong>here</strong> from her home in Tyre to<br />
escape her bro<strong>the</strong>r. Lengthy is <strong>the</strong> tale<br />
of her woe and lengthy <strong>the</strong> windings<br />
of its course, so I will pass rapidly<br />
from point to point. Her husband was<br />
Sychaeus, <strong>the</strong> wealthiest of <strong>the</strong><br />
Phoenician landowners and he was<br />
loved by his poor wife with a<br />
passion. Her fa<strong>the</strong>r had given her to<br />
him and linked <strong>the</strong>m in bonds of<br />
matrimony. But <strong>the</strong> crown of Tyre<br />
was on <strong>the</strong> head of her bro<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
Pygmalion, who was a monstrous and<br />
evil man. One day <strong>the</strong>re was a dispute
etween Dido's husband and<br />
Pygmalion and so, at <strong>the</strong> altar in <strong>the</strong><br />
palace, with <strong>the</strong> love of gold blinding<br />
his eyes, Pygmalion surprised<br />
Sychaeus with his stealthy bronze<br />
and, without a single thought for his<br />
sister's feelings, laid him low. He<br />
<strong>the</strong>n hid <strong>the</strong> body and treated his<br />
sister cruelly by telling her that<br />
Sychaeus had gone away<br />
unexpectedly and <strong>the</strong>n he even<br />
encouraged her to hope he would<br />
soon return. But one night in her<br />
sleep <strong>the</strong>re came to her a vision of her<br />
dead husband. His face was a strange<br />
unearthly pallor and, lifting his<br />
hands to his neck, he slowly opened<br />
his tunic to expose <strong>the</strong> cruel wound<br />
in his chest. Beckoning with a finger<br />
which dripped with blood, he led her<br />
first to <strong>the</strong> altar w<strong>here</strong> he had been
murdered and <strong>the</strong>n to <strong>the</strong> place w<strong>here</strong><br />
his decomposing body had been<br />
hidden. After this, with winged words<br />
which she could understand but not<br />
hear, he urged her to fly for her life<br />
and quit her home forever. To help her<br />
he showed her a large treasure of<br />
silver and gold which he had hidden<br />
away long ago because he had never<br />
trusted Pygmalion and expected that<br />
one day he would need it. Dido's<br />
soul was stirred and so she quickly<br />
began to make ready for her flight.<br />
She ga<strong>the</strong>red toge<strong>the</strong>r many of her<br />
friends and all those who hated her<br />
tyrant bro<strong>the</strong>r or were afraid of him.<br />
One evening <strong>the</strong>y all ga<strong>the</strong>red in <strong>the</strong><br />
harbour set sail as soon as <strong>the</strong> gold<br />
and silver had been loaded onto <strong>the</strong><br />
ships. The fact that this enterprise was<br />
headed by a woman made no
difference to <strong>the</strong> people who went<br />
with her and so when <strong>the</strong>y came to <strong>the</strong><br />
spot w<strong>here</strong> you will soon see lofty<br />
walls rising up to <strong>the</strong> sky, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
immediately did her bidding and set<br />
about building <strong>the</strong> citadel of<br />
Carthage <strong>the</strong> New. They began by<br />
buying some land which, from <strong>the</strong><br />
transaction, got <strong>the</strong> name of Byrsa.'<br />
Aphrodite paused for a moment<br />
to look at her son and <strong>the</strong>n burst out.<br />
'But enough of this sorry tale! What<br />
is more important is: who are you?<br />
W<strong>here</strong> do you hail from and whi<strong>the</strong>r<br />
are you going?'<br />
Anaeas, with a heavy sigh and a<br />
voice which came from <strong>the</strong> bottom<br />
of an almost broken heart began his<br />
story. 'Fair goddess!' he said. 'If I were<br />
to begin at <strong>the</strong> beginning and if you<br />
had <strong>the</strong> time to listen to <strong>the</strong> chronicle
of our sufferings, before even half<br />
my story was told, Eve would have<br />
closed <strong>the</strong> Olympian gates and laid<br />
<strong>the</strong> day to sleep. We are bound from<br />
ancient Troy, if you have ever heard<br />
of our city, and have wandered over<br />
many seas already. But now we have<br />
been driven onto your coast by<br />
howling winds and raging seas. I am<br />
Anaeas and I am bringing with me in<br />
my fleet those gods of Troy which<br />
we rescued from <strong>the</strong> Achaian foe. I<br />
am in quest of Italy for I hope that<br />
<strong>the</strong>re I will be able to establish an<br />
ancestral home that has its pedigree<br />
drawn from Zeus himself. I set out<br />
on my journey with twice ten ships<br />
and was guided by a chart of oracles<br />
and also by my mo<strong>the</strong>r who is a<br />
goddess. But alas, scarce seven ships<br />
remain to me now as <strong>the</strong> rest have
een scattered by <strong>the</strong> storms and may<br />
even have been sunk. So <strong>here</strong> am I,<br />
a stranger, or better still a beggar,<br />
who, driven from both Europe and<br />
Asia alike, now wanders on <strong>the</strong><br />
shores of your country.'<br />
Aphrodite could bear her son's<br />
story no longer and so interrupted<br />
him. 'Whoever you are,' she said, 'it is<br />
not, I believe, under <strong>the</strong> frown of a<br />
heavenly brow that you draw <strong>the</strong><br />
breath of life and have arrived on our<br />
shores. But you must now make your<br />
way to <strong>the</strong> queen's palace for I am<br />
sure your comrades are safe. Unless<br />
I am mistaken and am not <strong>the</strong> augur<br />
I think I am, your fleet has arrived<br />
safely in our harbour. Look at those<br />
twelve swans flying overhead in<br />
beautiful column. They are birds of
Zeus but w<strong>here</strong>as <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
previously flying around in confusion,<br />
you can now see that <strong>the</strong>ir line is<br />
properly formed and while some are<br />
getting ready to alight on <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
o<strong>the</strong>rs are circling and uttering cries<br />
of triumph. This means your gallant<br />
crews are ei<strong>the</strong>r safely in our port or<br />
just entering it with <strong>the</strong>ir sails fully<br />
spread. But you must now go on and<br />
to w<strong>here</strong> this path leads, so also must<br />
you direct your steps.'<br />
Having said this she turned to<br />
leave but in doing so allowed Anaeas<br />
to see <strong>the</strong> shape and beauty of her<br />
neck and also smell <strong>the</strong> heavenly<br />
fragrance of her ambrosial hair.<br />
Also, although her robe fell elegantly<br />
down to her ankles, <strong>the</strong> gracefulness<br />
of her walk revealed her true identity<br />
and so, as soon as he recognised his
mo<strong>the</strong>r, Anaeas ran after her.<br />
'How can you be as cruel as all<br />
<strong>the</strong> rest,' he called out, 'and mock your<br />
own son by pretending to be ano<strong>the</strong>r?<br />
Why do you not let me grasp your<br />
hand in mine and hear words which<br />
come from your heart?'<br />
Such were <strong>the</strong> words he called<br />
out but his mo<strong>the</strong>r had vanished and<br />
so, after pausing for a while to steady<br />
his beating heart and ga<strong>the</strong>r his<br />
thoughts, he eventually decided to do<br />
as his mo<strong>the</strong>r had told him and make<br />
his way to <strong>the</strong> town. But as he and<br />
Achates proceeded on <strong>the</strong>ir way,<br />
Aphrodite wrapped <strong>the</strong>m in a mist so<br />
no one would see <strong>the</strong>m, ask <strong>the</strong><br />
reason for <strong>the</strong>ir coming or interfere<br />
in any way with <strong>the</strong>ir journey.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, she herself went off to<br />
Paphos which was a place she loved
to visit because <strong>the</strong>re she had a temple<br />
with a hundred altars and at every<br />
one <strong>the</strong> people who lived in <strong>the</strong> area<br />
ensured that incense was always<br />
burning and <strong>the</strong> flowers were always<br />
fresh. Anaeas and Achates, following<br />
her instructions, went on along <strong>the</strong><br />
path and climbed <strong>the</strong> hill which<br />
overlooked <strong>the</strong> city. From <strong>the</strong>re<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were able to marvel at <strong>the</strong> mass<br />
of buildings. A short while ago <strong>the</strong><br />
city had been just a small village but<br />
now it had great gates, <strong>the</strong> ways had<br />
been paved and <strong>the</strong> people were<br />
moving around and creating a great<br />
din as <strong>the</strong>y went about <strong>the</strong>ir daily<br />
tasks. Everyw<strong>here</strong> people w<strong>here</strong><br />
intent on building. Some were<br />
building <strong>the</strong> city walls even higher,<br />
some were building houses, o<strong>the</strong>rs
were enclosing <strong>the</strong> city in a great<br />
protective moat and, while all this<br />
was going on, <strong>the</strong> learned ones were<br />
sitting in <strong>the</strong> market square and<br />
making laws for <strong>the</strong> people to live<br />
by. Outside <strong>the</strong> city walls and beyond<br />
<strong>the</strong> moat a mass of men were laying<br />
<strong>the</strong> foundations for a <strong>the</strong>atre and<br />
hewing rock into enormous columns<br />
and great ornaments. The whole<br />
town was like a common-wealth of<br />
bees at work in <strong>the</strong> flowery meadows<br />
during late spring or early summer<br />
and it was easy to see that <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
city was at a stage w<strong>here</strong> hope is<br />
young and everyone is looking<br />
forward to <strong>the</strong> easing of <strong>the</strong>ir burdens<br />
and a better life.<br />
'Oh happy are <strong>the</strong>y,' cried Anaeas<br />
as he looked towards <strong>the</strong> town,<br />
'whose city is rising.'
Then, still shrouded by <strong>the</strong> mist<br />
which hid <strong>the</strong>m from view, <strong>the</strong> two<br />
men made <strong>the</strong>ir way into <strong>the</strong> city and<br />
began walking among <strong>the</strong> citizens.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> heart of <strong>the</strong> city stood a<br />
grove with plenty of shade which had<br />
been built to honour <strong>the</strong> Queen of<br />
Heaven, for she had told <strong>the</strong>m that<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir nation would be rich for<br />
centuries to come and renowned in<br />
war. So it was <strong>here</strong> that Dido,<br />
Sidon's daughter, was building a vast<br />
temple to Hera. The great doors<br />
were made of brass and so also were<br />
<strong>the</strong> hinges which held <strong>the</strong>m in place.<br />
But when Anaeas entered he saw<br />
objects which caused him to start<br />
hoping that many of his troubles were<br />
behind him for, as he walked around<br />
<strong>the</strong> temple, his eye ranged over every<br />
part of <strong>the</strong> roof and he couldn't help
ut marvel at <strong>the</strong> busy artists as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
vied with each o<strong>the</strong>r to produce <strong>the</strong><br />
greatest masterpiece. He saw scene<br />
after scene of <strong>the</strong> battles of Troy and<br />
a war which all <strong>the</strong> world already<br />
knew about. T<strong>here</strong> were pictures of<br />
King Priam, Agamenmon, Menelaos<br />
and Achilles. But <strong>here</strong> he stopped<br />
short and burst into tears. 'What<br />
place on earth is <strong>the</strong>re left Achates,'<br />
he cried, 'which has not had its fill<br />
of our sad story? See! T<strong>here</strong> is<br />
King Priam and all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs who<br />
fought around <strong>the</strong> walls of sacred<br />
Troy.'<br />
As he spoke copious tears<br />
began running down his cheeks<br />
because looking at <strong>the</strong> pictures, he<br />
could see in one <strong>the</strong> Pergamos with<br />
<strong>the</strong> Achaians in flight as <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
chased by Trojans. But in ano<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>
Trojans were in flight with <strong>the</strong><br />
dreaded Achilles in hot pursuit. T<strong>here</strong><br />
was a picture of Rhesos' tent and <strong>the</strong><br />
king being slaughtered in his sleep<br />
while Diomedes ba<strong>the</strong>d himself in<br />
blood. Next to it was a picture in<br />
which Diomedes and Odysseus were<br />
bringing Rhesos' beautiful steeds<br />
back to <strong>the</strong> ships before <strong>the</strong>y had even<br />
had <strong>the</strong> time to taste <strong>the</strong> pastures of<br />
Troy or drink from <strong>the</strong> Skamandros.<br />
T<strong>here</strong>, in ano<strong>the</strong>r picture, was<br />
Troilos, <strong>the</strong> happy charioteer who,<br />
after being confronted by Achilles in<br />
unequal combat was being dragged<br />
away by his horses while he himself<br />
hung half out of <strong>the</strong> car with his<br />
lifeless head bouncing along on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground behind. Ano<strong>the</strong>r picture<br />
showed <strong>the</strong> temple of Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> Trojan ladies in <strong>the</strong>ir
flowing gowns were carrying <strong>the</strong><br />
sacred robe to her statute while<br />
praying fervently for deliverance and<br />
beating <strong>the</strong>ir breasts with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
clenched hands. But <strong>the</strong> goddess was<br />
keeping her head turned away and<br />
her stony eyes riveted on <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
In ano<strong>the</strong>r picture Achilles was<br />
dragging Prince Hector's body round<br />
<strong>the</strong> walls of Troy and in yet ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
he was selling that body for gold. A<br />
heavy groan escaped his lips when he<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> riches Achilles had received<br />
for <strong>the</strong> body of his friend Hector. He<br />
also recognised a picture of himself<br />
in <strong>the</strong> forefront of <strong>the</strong> battle with<br />
squadrons of men from <strong>the</strong> East and<br />
also <strong>the</strong> swarthy Memnon. In ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
picture, leading her Amazons with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir moonlike shields was<br />
Pen<strong>the</strong>silea <strong>the</strong> warrior queen who
had been killed by Achilles in all her<br />
martial frenzy. Her naked breasts<br />
were held up by a girdle of gold as<br />
she stood in her chariot and nerved<br />
herself to <strong>the</strong> shock of combat; a battle<br />
of maidens versus men.<br />
But while Anaeas was standing<br />
overawed and bewildered by <strong>the</strong>se<br />
wondrous pictures, Queen Dido<br />
arrived at <strong>the</strong> temple. She was a<br />
beautiful woman and a vast number of<br />
youths thronged around her; like<br />
Diana when she danced on <strong>the</strong> banks<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Eurotas and was surrounded by<br />
a thousand mountain nymphs while<br />
she, with her bow in her hand and<br />
quiver of arrows on her back, towered<br />
above <strong>the</strong>m all. In such a manner did<br />
<strong>the</strong> queen make her way through her<br />
people and arrive at <strong>the</strong> doors of <strong>the</strong><br />
temple. Then taking a seat altar she
egan settling arguments and passing<br />
out judgments on her people and, by<br />
so doing, equalised <strong>the</strong> burden of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir tasks. But <strong>the</strong>n through <strong>the</strong><br />
throng Anaeas saw Sergestus, brave<br />
Cloanthus and some o<strong>the</strong>r Trojans<br />
who had been in <strong>the</strong> ships he thought<br />
lost in <strong>the</strong> storm. Both he and<br />
Achates were astounded and eager to<br />
run up to <strong>the</strong>ir friends and hug <strong>the</strong>m<br />
in delight. But <strong>the</strong>y were also<br />
confused by <strong>the</strong>ir sudden appearance<br />
and so, after a short consultation with<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong>y decided to stay<br />
hidden until <strong>the</strong>y found out what had<br />
happened to <strong>the</strong>ir friends and how<br />
<strong>the</strong>y had managed to arrive on <strong>the</strong><br />
Libyan coast. For <strong>the</strong> men were<br />
under a heavy guard and, as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
made <strong>the</strong>ir way to <strong>the</strong> temple, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were suppliant and, in loud voices,
were begging to be treated kindly.<br />
After <strong>the</strong>y had all entered <strong>the</strong><br />
temple and bowed humbly before<br />
<strong>the</strong> queen, she graciously gave <strong>the</strong>m<br />
leave to speak.<br />
'Gracious queen,' Ilioneus began,<br />
'whom Zeus has ordained to find a<br />
new city and to restrain by force of<br />
law <strong>the</strong> pride of savage nations, we<br />
hapless Trojans, who have been<br />
driven by <strong>the</strong> winds over every sea,<br />
now make our prayer to you. We beg<br />
you to be kind to us and protect our<br />
ships from your soldiers. We have not<br />
come with <strong>the</strong> sword to cause havoc<br />
in your homes and snatch what booty<br />
we can. Such violence is not in our<br />
nature. T<strong>here</strong> is a place which <strong>the</strong><br />
Greeks call Hesperia. It is an old land<br />
which is both strong and fruitful.<br />
The Cenotrians were its settlers and
nowadays <strong>the</strong>y say that <strong>the</strong> people<br />
call <strong>the</strong>ir land Italy, a name <strong>the</strong>y have<br />
taken from one of <strong>the</strong>ir leaders. It is<br />
to <strong>the</strong>re that we were travelling when<br />
a sudden tempest, unleashed by <strong>the</strong><br />
Lord Aeolus, fell upon our ships. The<br />
howling winds and surging seas took<br />
control of our path and sent us flying<br />
hi<strong>the</strong>r and thi<strong>the</strong>r across <strong>the</strong> water and<br />
now we have drifted to your shores.<br />
But who are you people? How can<br />
you be so barbarous as to forbid us<br />
<strong>the</strong> hospitality of your shore? Despite<br />
<strong>the</strong> fact our ships were badly<br />
damaged, you drew your swords and<br />
would not let us set foot on your<br />
land.'<br />
Ilioneus paused <strong>here</strong> for a<br />
moment to ga<strong>the</strong>r his thoughts. 'I feel<br />
I should remind you,' he continued,<br />
'that people who take weapons to
visitors who come in peace must be<br />
careful of <strong>the</strong> gods who watch over<br />
<strong>the</strong> principles of right and wrong.<br />
Anaeas was our king and never was<br />
<strong>the</strong>re a man more pious in spirit and<br />
fierce in war. But whe<strong>the</strong>r he is alive<br />
or not we do not know. If, however,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Fates are keeping him alive and<br />
he has not been laid in cruel death's<br />
shade, all our fears are over and you<br />
may have cause to regret your actions.<br />
You need have no fear of us for we<br />
are not intending to stay. The realm<br />
of Sicily is governed by Acestes who<br />
is a king of Trojan blood and he will<br />
supply us with our needs. All we ask<br />
is that you allow us to lay up our<br />
storm beaten ships and fashion<br />
timbers in your forest for masts and<br />
oars. After that we will search for our<br />
king and, when we find him, continue
on our way. But if he has been<br />
swallowed up by <strong>the</strong> deep sea <strong>the</strong>n<br />
we will make for Sicily for <strong>the</strong>re we<br />
know we are welcome and will have<br />
a new king in Acestes.<br />
Such was <strong>the</strong> speech of Ilioneus<br />
and, with a downcast look, <strong>the</strong><br />
queen replied. 'Trojans, Dardanians<br />
and all you o<strong>the</strong>rs, you can rest easy<br />
as <strong>the</strong>re is nothing for you to fear.<br />
Unfortunately my kingdom is still in<br />
its infancy and, as we must protect<br />
our frontiers, this makes us extremely<br />
careful about all visitors. But who<br />
does not know of Anaeas and <strong>the</strong> city<br />
of Troy? Who will ever forget <strong>the</strong><br />
deeds which were done by mighty<br />
men in that terrible war? We Punic<br />
folk are not as out of touch with <strong>the</strong><br />
world as you seem to think. However,<br />
whe<strong>the</strong>r you decide to continue on
your way to Italy or make for Sicily<br />
and <strong>the</strong> kingdom of Acestes, you<br />
can rest assured that I will give you<br />
all <strong>the</strong> assistance you need. I will<br />
also give you whatever supplies you<br />
need for your journey.' The queen<br />
paused for a moment and looked at<br />
Ilioneus. 'Unless,' she continued,<br />
'you would prefer to settle in my<br />
kingdom <strong>here</strong>? Look at <strong>the</strong> city we are<br />
building. It grows larger and more<br />
prosperous by <strong>the</strong> day. You are<br />
welcome to lay up your ships and<br />
make your home <strong>here</strong> and, if you do<br />
decide to stay, Trojans and Tyrian<br />
shall be dealt with equally by me.<br />
Would to heaven that your king had<br />
also been driven <strong>here</strong> by <strong>the</strong> tempest.<br />
The great Anaeas himself! It is hard<br />
to believe that such a great man<br />
would visit my shores. But I will send
trusted servants up and down our<br />
coast with orders to search every<br />
beach and inlet in case he has been<br />
shipwrecked on our coast and is<br />
wandering somew<strong>here</strong> in <strong>the</strong> forest.'<br />
Excited by her words <strong>the</strong> brave<br />
Achates and Anaeas were eager to<br />
break out of <strong>the</strong> mist which hid <strong>the</strong>m<br />
from everyone's view and greet <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
friends. Achates turned to Anaeas and<br />
said: 'Son of Laughter-loving<br />
Aphrodite, what do you think? As<br />
you can see our fleet is safe and our<br />
friends have been restored to us. Only<br />
one ship is missing but we both saw<br />
it being swallowed up by <strong>the</strong> surging<br />
waves. Never<strong>the</strong>less, as your mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
told us, all <strong>the</strong> rest are safe.'<br />
The words were hardly out of his<br />
mouth when <strong>the</strong> mist which hid <strong>the</strong>m<br />
disappeared and exposed <strong>the</strong>m to
view. Anaeas, with <strong>the</strong> face and<br />
image of a god, stood out like <strong>the</strong><br />
sunshine and such was his beauty<br />
that it was like <strong>the</strong> loveliness an<br />
artist's touch can impart to a beautiful<br />
piece of ivory or when Parian marble<br />
is encased in fine gold. He<br />
immediately addressed <strong>the</strong> queen,<br />
but, such was <strong>the</strong> suddenness of both<br />
his appearance and his words,<br />
everyone was astonished.<br />
'Here I am' he said, '<strong>the</strong> one you<br />
are seeking. I am Anaeas <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardanian who was snatched by <strong>the</strong><br />
gods from <strong>the</strong> jaws of <strong>the</strong> storm. Oh<br />
kind-hearted queen, who has found<br />
pity in her heart for those of us who<br />
have suffered such cruel agonies in<br />
Troy, agonies which make us, <strong>the</strong><br />
poor remnants of Achaian fury,<br />
utterly destitute; we thank you from
<strong>the</strong> bottom of our hearts. But to show<br />
our gratitude is more than we can do<br />
and probably more than could be<br />
done by all <strong>the</strong> survivors of <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardanian nation who are now<br />
scattered across <strong>the</strong> world. May <strong>the</strong><br />
gods, if <strong>the</strong>y care about <strong>the</strong> pious and<br />
if justice counts for aught anyw<strong>here</strong><br />
on earth, give you <strong>the</strong> reward you<br />
merit! What age had <strong>the</strong> happiness<br />
to bring you forth? What godlike<br />
parents gave such nobleness to <strong>the</strong><br />
world? You can be sure that while<br />
<strong>the</strong> rivers run into <strong>the</strong> sea and <strong>the</strong><br />
stars draw life from <strong>the</strong> sky, your<br />
glory and your name shall endure,<br />
whatever <strong>the</strong> land in which we finally<br />
settle.'<br />
So saying he stretched out his<br />
hands to clasp his friends; <strong>the</strong> good<br />
Ilioneus, Serestus, Gyas, Cloanthus
and all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs.<br />
Queen Dido, Sidon's daughter,<br />
was astounded by <strong>the</strong> hero's sudden<br />
appearance and by his words. She also<br />
felt a great sorrow for <strong>the</strong> enormous<br />
suffering he had endured.<br />
'What chance is it, goddessborn,'<br />
she asked, 'that has chased you<br />
through such a wilderness of perils?<br />
What violence has thrown you on our<br />
savage coasts? Are you indeed <strong>the</strong><br />
famed Anaeas whom Anchises <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardanian and Aphrodite, <strong>the</strong> queen<br />
of light and love, conceived on <strong>the</strong><br />
banks of <strong>the</strong> Simois? Aye, I<br />
remember Teucer coming to Sidon<br />
when he was driven from <strong>the</strong> borders<br />
of his fa<strong>the</strong>rland and was hoping to<br />
gain a new kingdom with <strong>the</strong> help of<br />
Belus. Belus, my sire, was <strong>the</strong>n<br />
laying waste <strong>the</strong> rich fields of Cyprus
and ruling <strong>the</strong> isle with a conqueror's<br />
sway. Ever since that time I knew<br />
about <strong>the</strong> fate of your Trojan city and<br />
also your name. Teucer always<br />
praised <strong>the</strong> Dardanians and claimed<br />
that he himself came of <strong>the</strong> ancient<br />
Dardanian stock. Come <strong>the</strong>n, brave<br />
men, and make our dwelling your<br />
home. I too have had a fortune like<br />
yours which, after <strong>the</strong> buffeting of<br />
countless sufferings, has been<br />
pleased to give me rest in this land.<br />
I, who am no stranger to sorrow, will<br />
not refuse to succour <strong>the</strong> unhappy,'<br />
With <strong>the</strong>se words she rose and<br />
led Anaeas and his men to her queenly<br />
palace. But before leaving <strong>the</strong> temple<br />
she ordered that an unblemished<br />
animal of great value should be<br />
sacrificed in thanksgiving to <strong>the</strong> gods.<br />
She also sent twenty bulls, a
hundred huge swine, a hundred fat<br />
lambs with <strong>the</strong>ir mo<strong>the</strong>rs and many<br />
casks of wine to <strong>the</strong> men who waited<br />
on <strong>the</strong> ships in <strong>the</strong> harbour.<br />
The palace itself was laid out<br />
with all <strong>the</strong> splendour of regal<br />
luxury and in <strong>the</strong> centre hall, when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y arrived, <strong>the</strong> servants were<br />
preparing a huge banquet. The tables<br />
had been covered with beautifully<br />
embroidered cloths and on top of<br />
<strong>the</strong>se were placed wine cups of silver<br />
and gold, many of which had a long<br />
history and had passed through <strong>the</strong><br />
hands of many a Tyrian hero.<br />
Anaeas however, kept worrying<br />
about his comrades back at <strong>the</strong> cove<br />
and could not rest. Consequently, as<br />
soon as he was able to, he sent<br />
Achates to bring Ascanius to <strong>the</strong> city.<br />
He also listed some of <strong>the</strong> treasures
which had been rescued from burning<br />
Troy and told Achates to bring <strong>the</strong>se<br />
to <strong>the</strong> palace as gifts for <strong>the</strong> queen.<br />
Among <strong>the</strong> gifts he selected were<br />
beautiful figurines of gold and<br />
adornments which had been given to<br />
Argive Helen by her mo<strong>the</strong>r, Leda,<br />
and which she, Helen, had worn<br />
when Paris carried her away from<br />
Mykene. T<strong>here</strong> was also a golden<br />
sceptre, a string of pearls and a jewel<br />
encrusted tiara of gold which had<br />
once been worn by King Priam's most<br />
beautiful daughter; Kassandra.<br />
As Achates hurried to <strong>the</strong> cove<br />
to do Anaeas' bidding, Aphrodite,<br />
<strong>the</strong> lady Cy<strong>the</strong>ra, was thinking of<br />
ways in which she could get Cupid<br />
to influence Queen Dido to madness<br />
and turn <strong>the</strong> very marrow of her bones<br />
to fire. She was afraid that as <strong>the</strong> city
of Carthage and its temple were<br />
dedicated <strong>the</strong> Queen of Heaven, Hera<br />
might use <strong>the</strong> opportunity to destroy<br />
both Anaeas and his fleet. So with<br />
<strong>the</strong>se words she addressed Cupid.<br />
'My son, who art my strength and<br />
my power and who even laughs at<br />
<strong>the</strong> thunderbolts of Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, I beg<br />
a favour. You have seen how your<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r Anaeas has been tossed on<br />
<strong>the</strong> oceans by Hera's implacable<br />
wrath and so I need not tell you of <strong>the</strong><br />
dangers which face him. He is now<br />
<strong>the</strong> guest of Queen Dido <strong>the</strong><br />
Phoenician and she has treated him<br />
courteously. But I'm afraid of what<br />
may happen as a result of his resting<br />
in a city which honours <strong>the</strong> sister<br />
and consort of Zeus. She would never<br />
let an opportunity like this slip her<br />
by. T<strong>here</strong>fore I am planning to take
<strong>the</strong> initiative and surprise Dido with<br />
a stratagem which engulfs her in <strong>the</strong><br />
fire of love. A mighty passion for<br />
Anaeas and his people will keep her<br />
under my control and no power of<br />
Hera's will be able to work a change<br />
in her. But you must listen to what I<br />
have planned. The young Ascanius<br />
is making ready to go to this<br />
Sidonian city with Achates and <strong>the</strong>y<br />
will be bearers of presents which have<br />
survived <strong>the</strong> flames of Troy and<br />
storms of <strong>the</strong> sea. But Ascanius I will<br />
lull into deep sleep and hide in my<br />
hallowed dwelling on Cy<strong>the</strong>ra, or<br />
maybe Idalia, so that <strong>the</strong>re is no<br />
chance of anyone discovering or<br />
marring my plot. Then you, for a<br />
single night and no more, must take<br />
on his form and put on <strong>the</strong> boy's most<br />
godlike look so that when Dido, at <strong>the</strong>
height of her joy and when <strong>the</strong><br />
blessed wine is flowing freely, takes<br />
you into her lap, you must steal upon<br />
her with <strong>the</strong> poison of love and<br />
breath passion into her veins. The<br />
best time to do this will be when she<br />
caresses your head and plants her<br />
fondest kisses on your cheek.'<br />
Cupid complied with his mo<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
wishes at once and, after speeding<br />
down to <strong>the</strong> cove with <strong>the</strong> speed of a<br />
falling meteorite, he removed his<br />
wings and took on <strong>the</strong> form and gait<br />
of <strong>the</strong> young Ascanius. While he was<br />
doing this Aphrodite put <strong>the</strong> real<br />
Ascanius into a deep sleep and<br />
carried him off to Idalia's lofty groves<br />
w<strong>here</strong> she laid him on a soft couch<br />
covered with fresh, sweet-smelling<br />
flowers. As a result, when Achates<br />
began ga<strong>the</strong>ring <strong>the</strong> presents toge<strong>the</strong>r
he did not recognise <strong>the</strong> impostor and,<br />
as soon as he was ready, <strong>the</strong> two set<br />
off for <strong>the</strong> town.<br />
Arriving at <strong>the</strong> palace <strong>the</strong>y found<br />
<strong>the</strong> queen occupying a central<br />
position and settled comfortably on<br />
a soft couch which was covered with<br />
a gorgeous tapestry. Anaeas was<br />
standing next to her and many of <strong>the</strong><br />
surviving lords of Troy who had come<br />
up from <strong>the</strong> harbour had stretched<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves <strong>here</strong> and <strong>the</strong>re on coverlets<br />
of purple. The servants were washing<br />
<strong>the</strong> hands of each lord in turn and,<br />
after presenting him with small towel<br />
to dry his hands, <strong>the</strong>y placed a small<br />
basket filled with delicious, freshly<br />
baked bread in front of him.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> were also fifty maidens<br />
whose duty it was to bring <strong>the</strong> food<br />
into <strong>the</strong> hall and light up <strong>the</strong> fires.
In <strong>the</strong> hall itself <strong>the</strong>re were a<br />
hundred more and an equal number of<br />
young men whose job it was to load<br />
<strong>the</strong> tables with dishes, set out <strong>the</strong> cups<br />
and serve <strong>the</strong> food.<br />
Many of <strong>the</strong> city's leading<br />
citizens had also been invited to <strong>the</strong><br />
feast and, as <strong>the</strong>y arrived, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
scattered <strong>the</strong>mselves throughout <strong>the</strong><br />
hall on embroidered couches.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> gifts Achates and<br />
Ascanius had brought were<br />
unwrapped, all marvelled at <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
beauty. They also marvelled at <strong>the</strong><br />
glowing, godlike beauty of Ascanius,<br />
who was in fact Cupid. Chief of all<br />
<strong>the</strong> admirers was <strong>the</strong> queen, that<br />
unhappy victim of coming ruin. She<br />
could not satisfy herself with just<br />
gazing upon <strong>the</strong> boy and so yearned<br />
to take him on her lap and caress his
head. However, he, still bent on his<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r's wishes, spent time in <strong>the</strong><br />
arms of Anaeas before finally<br />
disengaging himself and making his<br />
way to <strong>the</strong> queen. But once she had<br />
lifted Cupid onto her lap she was,<br />
in both eye and heart, riveted and<br />
unable to stop herself from caressing<br />
his head, hugging him fondly and<br />
planting kisses on his cheek. Poor<br />
Dido, she did not know that it was<br />
love who was sitting on her lap and<br />
that he was intent on erasing <strong>the</strong> name<br />
of Sychaeus, letter by letter, from her<br />
unhappy heart which had now long<br />
been unused to love, and was<br />
replacing it with <strong>the</strong> name of Anaeas.<br />
Once <strong>the</strong> first part of <strong>the</strong> banquet<br />
was over and <strong>the</strong> food had been<br />
removed, <strong>the</strong> maidens and young men<br />
placed huge bowls of excellent wine
at strategic places around <strong>the</strong> hall.<br />
Lamps hanging from <strong>the</strong> walls and<br />
ceiling were lit and <strong>the</strong> fires were<br />
replenished with wood so <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
chase away <strong>the</strong> night. The queen <strong>the</strong>n<br />
called for her golden cup which was<br />
encrusted with jewels and filled it<br />
with unmixed wine. It was <strong>the</strong> same<br />
prayer cup which had been used by<br />
Belus and his ancestors and, after a<br />
bell had been rung to signify <strong>the</strong> need<br />
for silence, she made her prayer.<br />
'Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus,' she prayed, 'you who<br />
are <strong>the</strong> giver of <strong>the</strong> laws which bind<br />
both guest and host alike, grant that<br />
this day may be auspicious for both<br />
<strong>the</strong> Tyrians and <strong>the</strong> voyagers from<br />
Troy and that its memory may live<br />
among us for years to come. Be with<br />
us also, Bacchus, <strong>the</strong> giver of jollity,<br />
and Hera, <strong>the</strong> queen of heaven and
of our good fortune.'<br />
She <strong>the</strong>n poured <strong>the</strong> libation out<br />
onto <strong>the</strong> table and, after touching <strong>the</strong><br />
cup with her lips, she handed it to<br />
Bitias, whom she had to scold for<br />
being slow to take <strong>the</strong> cup from her<br />
hands. After Bitias had sipped <strong>the</strong><br />
wine <strong>the</strong> cup was passed to each of<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r Tyrian lords and, when all<br />
had tasted <strong>the</strong> wine, Iopas, <strong>the</strong> longhaired<br />
bard, whose teacher was <strong>the</strong><br />
mighty Atlas, took his gilded lyre and<br />
began filling <strong>the</strong> hall with beautiful<br />
music. He sang of <strong>the</strong> wanderings of<br />
<strong>the</strong> moon, <strong>the</strong> agonies of <strong>the</strong> sun from<br />
whence sprang <strong>the</strong> race of men and all<br />
<strong>the</strong> animals on <strong>the</strong> earth, <strong>the</strong> water<br />
and <strong>the</strong> fire. He also sang of Areturus<br />
and <strong>the</strong> showery Hyades, <strong>the</strong> twin<br />
bears, of why <strong>the</strong> winter suns make<br />
such haste to dip into Ocean Stream
and why <strong>the</strong> winter nights pass so<br />
slowly. But while he sang <strong>the</strong> Tyrians<br />
and Trojans conversed quietly with<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r and <strong>the</strong> talk leng<strong>the</strong>ned<br />
<strong>the</strong> night. Queen Dido, with Ascanius<br />
still on her lap, never ceased to<br />
question <strong>the</strong> Trojans about King<br />
Priam and Prince Hector. She also<br />
asked about Achilles, <strong>the</strong> arms in<br />
which Aurora's son had come to<br />
battle and what <strong>the</strong> steeds Diomedes<br />
had taken from Anaeas were like. But<br />
after a while she stopped and, turning<br />
to Anaeas, she said. 'I think it would<br />
be better, gentle guest, if you told us<br />
<strong>the</strong> story from <strong>the</strong> beginning and all<br />
about <strong>the</strong> stratagems of <strong>the</strong> Achaians,<br />
<strong>the</strong> sad fate of your country and<br />
your own wanderings since <strong>the</strong>n.<br />
This is now <strong>the</strong> seventh summer since<br />
<strong>the</strong> fall of Troy, so you must have
een to many places and had many<br />
adventures.'
Book II<br />
Starting at <strong>the</strong> queen, like a ripple<br />
which stretches out from <strong>the</strong> centre<br />
of a pond when a stone is thrown into<br />
it, a silence washed over <strong>the</strong> hall and<br />
everyone looked at Anaeas as he<br />
began to tell his story.<br />
'This is a story,' he began,<br />
'almost too sorrowful to be told,<br />
great queen, and I am sorry you have<br />
asked me to remember how Troy and<br />
its empire was vanquished by King<br />
Agamenmon and his Achaians. I<br />
cannot bear to recall <strong>the</strong> heartrending<br />
sights I saw with own eyes<br />
and also <strong>the</strong> scenes in which I myself<br />
played a part. Who, in telling this tale,<br />
be he an Argive, a Trojan, a
Myrmidon or one of ruthless<br />
Odysseus' band, could refrain from<br />
tears? And at a time like this too,<br />
when night is closing in on us and <strong>the</strong><br />
stars in <strong>the</strong> heavens are at <strong>the</strong>ir height.<br />
Still, if so great is your longing to<br />
hear <strong>the</strong> tale of Troy's last agony and<br />
acquaint yourself with out disasters,<br />
though my mind starts back in<br />
anguish and shudders at <strong>the</strong> memory,<br />
I will try to tell you <strong>the</strong> tale.<br />
'The Achaian chiefs, exhausted<br />
after so many years of war and foiled<br />
by destiny, built a wooden horse of<br />
great size. It was <strong>the</strong> work of <strong>the</strong><br />
finest craftsmen because <strong>the</strong> chiefs<br />
had been inspired to do this by Pallas<br />
A<strong>the</strong>ne who, through her omens, said<br />
it was to be very large and also very<br />
well built. But while <strong>the</strong> horse was<br />
being constructed <strong>the</strong> chieftains
spread <strong>the</strong> rumour that it was an<br />
offering to Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne for a safe<br />
journey home and, once it had been<br />
completed <strong>the</strong>y chose by lot from<br />
among <strong>the</strong>ir warriors of renown and<br />
hid <strong>the</strong> winners within its interior.<br />
The whole Achaian fleet <strong>the</strong>n set<br />
sail, but <strong>the</strong>y didn't go far, only as<br />
far as <strong>the</strong> island of Tenedos which was<br />
part of King Priam's realm and had<br />
once been both rich and powerful.<br />
But after ten years of war it had<br />
become a barren land and nothing<br />
more than a shelter for ships in<br />
stormy seas. The Achaians hid<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves behind this island but we<br />
Trojans thought <strong>the</strong>y had gone with<br />
<strong>the</strong> fair wind for home and shook off<br />
<strong>the</strong> agonies of war. We opened our<br />
gates with joy and you can't believe<br />
what a joy it was to wander around
outside <strong>the</strong> city in safety and also to<br />
go down to <strong>the</strong> Achaian camp and<br />
see how deserted it was. Of <strong>the</strong><br />
countless number that had once been<br />
drawn up on <strong>the</strong> beach, <strong>the</strong>re wasn't<br />
a ship in sight. We could see w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Argives had camped, w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Dolopes and Myrmidons had camped<br />
and w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> Telamonians had<br />
camped. We could even see w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
hut of <strong>the</strong> of <strong>the</strong> savage Achilles had<br />
once stood and w<strong>here</strong> his men had<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red for battle. The beach,<br />
which only a short time before had<br />
been covered with ships, was now<br />
completely deserted! Most of us were<br />
also amazed by <strong>the</strong> offering <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
left to <strong>the</strong> virgin goddess and<br />
wondered at its hugeness. Thymaetes<br />
was so excited that he began urging<br />
us to bring it into <strong>the</strong> city and lodge
it in <strong>the</strong> citadel, but whe<strong>the</strong>r his<br />
intent was treasonable or not I do not<br />
know. Perhaps one of <strong>the</strong> gods had<br />
addled <strong>the</strong> brains of all or it was just<br />
<strong>the</strong> way <strong>the</strong> fate of Troy had begun to<br />
set. Capys and men of saner<br />
judgement insisted that we throw this<br />
offering of <strong>the</strong> Achaians into <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
or light a fire underneath and burn<br />
it to ashes and o<strong>the</strong>rs suggested that<br />
we should examine <strong>the</strong> hollow interior<br />
and see if anything was hidden inside.<br />
But unfortunately, <strong>the</strong> majority of <strong>the</strong><br />
people were unable to decide and so<br />
everyone divided up into separate<br />
factions.<br />
At this point, Laocoon, who was<br />
all on fire and in an angry mood,<br />
came running down from <strong>the</strong> citadel<br />
and, gesticulating wildly, took his<br />
place in front of <strong>the</strong> people. 'What
strange madness is this, my unhappy<br />
countrymen?' He cried. 'Do you think<br />
that <strong>the</strong> enemy has sailed for home<br />
or that an Argive could ever give a<br />
gift with no treachery in it? Is this<br />
what you think of clever men like<br />
Odysseus? Ei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> Achaians are<br />
hiding inside this piece of wood or it<br />
is an engine of war which is intended<br />
to be placed against our walls so it<br />
can have command over our houses<br />
on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side. Or else <strong>the</strong>re is<br />
some o<strong>the</strong>r secret trick. Men of Troy,<br />
I beg you to put no faith in this<br />
horse. Whatever it is, I fear an<br />
Achaian, even when he has a gift in<br />
his hand.'<br />
When he finished speaking he<br />
took a mighty spear from <strong>the</strong> man<br />
standing next to him and hurled it with<br />
all his force against <strong>the</strong> beast's side. It
lodged in <strong>the</strong> wood and as <strong>the</strong> shaft<br />
quivered it seemed to some of us that<br />
an echo or maybe a groan of some sort<br />
rang out from within <strong>the</strong> hollow<br />
interior and, had but <strong>the</strong> will of<br />
heaven been known to us, we would<br />
<strong>the</strong>re and <strong>the</strong>n have taken up our<br />
weapons and entered <strong>the</strong> interior.<br />
Had we done so, we would, of course,<br />
have killed those lurking inside and<br />
King Priam's great city would still be<br />
standing.<br />
'However, as we were getting<br />
ladders so we could climb up and<br />
break open <strong>the</strong> horse, some local<br />
shepherds approached dragging a<br />
young man with <strong>the</strong>m. His hands<br />
were tied behind his back and he<br />
was shouting loudly as he was<br />
dragged along and thrown to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground in front of <strong>the</strong> king. In <strong>the</strong>
hope of accomplishing <strong>the</strong> Achaian<br />
mission and getting <strong>the</strong> horse drawn<br />
into <strong>the</strong> city, he prostrated himself<br />
humbly before our sovereign. Such<br />
was his bravery, he was ready to<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r achieve his aim or die in <strong>the</strong><br />
attempt. But as he lay sprawled on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground in front of <strong>the</strong> king, Trojans<br />
from all sides came streaming round<br />
to see what <strong>the</strong> commotion was all<br />
about and to vie with each o<strong>the</strong>r in<br />
throwing insults at <strong>the</strong> Argive<br />
prisoner. But listen while I tell you<br />
of Argive trickery and how, by this<br />
one act, <strong>the</strong>y succeed in destroying<br />
<strong>the</strong> great city of Troy. The young<br />
man, who had by now got up on his<br />
knees and was looking around at <strong>the</strong><br />
people who surrounded him, cried<br />
out in wild eyed terror. "Alas! W<strong>here</strong><br />
is <strong>the</strong>re a spot of earth that will give
me shelter now? What is left for a<br />
wretch like me who has no place even<br />
among his own people? Even <strong>the</strong><br />
children of Dardanos are in arms<br />
against me and are crying for my<br />
blood!"<br />
'At this piteous cry <strong>the</strong> angry<br />
mood of <strong>the</strong> crowd began to change<br />
because everyone wanted to hear what<br />
<strong>the</strong> prisoner had to say for himself<br />
and find out why he had not sailed<br />
away with <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> fleet. When<br />
King Priam commanded him to speak<br />
he replied. "All, my lord, will become<br />
known to you if you will but hear me<br />
out. I will not deny that I am an<br />
Argive by birth but, if Fortune has<br />
made a miserable wretch out of me, I<br />
shall not let her turn me into a<br />
deceiver and liar as well. If by chance<br />
you have ever heard <strong>the</strong> name of
Palamedes, of <strong>the</strong> house of Belus, and<br />
<strong>the</strong> wide lands which were once<br />
under his control, you will know that<br />
he was an innocent man who had<br />
been lied against because he raised<br />
his voice against this war. But now<br />
that he has been sent to Hades' Halls<br />
for daring to challenge <strong>the</strong> king, he is<br />
lamented by many. I was his friend<br />
and near relative and though I was<br />
sent by a needy fa<strong>the</strong>r to a warrior's<br />
life in earliest youth, while he was<br />
an honoured member of <strong>the</strong> kingly<br />
council I too enjoyed my measure of<br />
name and dignity. But I'm sure you<br />
know <strong>the</strong> tale." The prisoner stopped<br />
and looked imploringly at <strong>the</strong> king to<br />
see what he would say, but <strong>the</strong> king,<br />
who had not heard this tale before<br />
and had never even heard of<br />
Palamedes, told him to continue. But
efore getting back to his tale <strong>the</strong><br />
prisoner looked around to see how<br />
<strong>the</strong> crowd who surrounded him were<br />
responding to what he had said. But<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y just stood and looked at<br />
him in silence as <strong>the</strong>y waited for <strong>the</strong><br />
rest of his story, he continued. "It<br />
was <strong>the</strong> jealousy of false Odysseus.<br />
My lord." He said. 'Odysseus began<br />
by having Palamedes removed from<br />
his position and lowered to <strong>the</strong> status<br />
of a criminal. But he <strong>the</strong>n persuaded<br />
<strong>the</strong> king that it would be better if<br />
Palamedes was killed because despite<br />
<strong>the</strong> punishment he had received, he<br />
was still encouraging people not to<br />
join <strong>the</strong> expedition. The king agreed<br />
and at <strong>the</strong> death of my great friend, I<br />
was plunged into <strong>the</strong> depths of despair<br />
and swore that one day I would take<br />
revenge for his sufferings and death.
But, fool that I was, I could not<br />
keep my silence and so I frequently<br />
spoke of what I had vowed to do and<br />
what would happen if ever I returned<br />
to my native Argos. I vowed myself<br />
his avenger but my words only stirred<br />
up bitter enmity among my fellows<br />
and so from that time my ruin began.<br />
Odysseus was a key player. He was<br />
always threatening me or telling lies<br />
about me to anyone who would<br />
listen. Nor did he stop until one day,<br />
with <strong>the</strong> help of Kalchas <strong>the</strong> prophet<br />
..."<br />
'The prisoner stopped again and<br />
looked around Then, in frustration,<br />
he burst out. "But why listen to this<br />
unwelcome story when you have<br />
nothing to gain by it? Why waste<br />
your time? If you hate all Achaians<br />
alike, why not take vengeance on me
and put me to death for, by doing<br />
so, you will earn a large reward from<br />
King Agamenmon and his bro<strong>the</strong>r<br />
King Menelaos."<br />
'This made all of us all extremely<br />
angry and, not knowing that a crime<br />
could be so monstrous or Argive art<br />
so cunning, we wanted to explore <strong>the</strong><br />
reason for his presence. So we<br />
begged him to continue his tale and<br />
so, in faltering tones, he began to<br />
speak again.<br />
'"King Agamenmon had often<br />
resolved to abandon this war which<br />
had dragged on for so many years.<br />
Everyone wanted to go home and<br />
would have done so had <strong>the</strong>y not<br />
been frightened of making <strong>the</strong> long<br />
journey across seas which are often<br />
whipped by <strong>the</strong> tempests of King<br />
Aeolus. Even when this horse had
een completed and we were<br />
making ready to depart, we were<br />
all terrified by that thunder of Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Zeus which was heard by <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
camp and you yourselves in Troy. In<br />
his perplexity <strong>the</strong> king sent Eurypylos<br />
to inquire of Phoebus' oracle and this<br />
is <strong>the</strong> gloomy message which he<br />
brought back from <strong>the</strong> shrine. "It<br />
was with <strong>the</strong> blood of a maiden's<br />
slaughter that ye appeased <strong>the</strong> winds<br />
when first ye came to <strong>the</strong> shores of<br />
Ilios. So with blood it is that ye must<br />
propitiate <strong>the</strong> heavens and buy your<br />
safe return to Argos." As soon as this<br />
news reached <strong>the</strong> soldiers every mind<br />
was cowed and a cold shudder thrilled<br />
<strong>the</strong> depths of every heart. Who was<br />
<strong>the</strong> victim going to be? Who did<br />
Apollo demand as his prey? King<br />
Agamenmon demanded that Kalchas
tell us what this announcement from<br />
heaven meant and <strong>the</strong>re were many<br />
who warned me that I was going to<br />
be <strong>the</strong> victim of cruel villainy, for <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had a good idea of what was likely to<br />
happen. Never<strong>the</strong>less, for ten days<br />
Kalchas held his peace and kept to his<br />
hut. He refused to utter a word or<br />
disclose <strong>the</strong> name of <strong>the</strong> one who<br />
would have to be sacrificed. But at<br />
last, goaded by <strong>the</strong> impatient<br />
clamour of almost <strong>the</strong> whole army<br />
which was anxious to begin <strong>the</strong><br />
journey home, he broke his silence<br />
and condemned me to <strong>the</strong> altar. All<br />
agreed and most, in <strong>the</strong> deepest part<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir hearts, were delighted by<br />
<strong>the</strong> fact that it was me who had been<br />
named and not <strong>the</strong>m. But when <strong>the</strong><br />
day of horror came and all was being<br />
made ready for my sacrifice, I broke
my bonds and escaped my death. I<br />
admit it. T<strong>here</strong> came a moment<br />
when <strong>the</strong> guards turned <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
attention to <strong>the</strong> wine which had been<br />
brought with <strong>the</strong>ir meal and I dashed<br />
from my tent. I <strong>the</strong>n fled <strong>the</strong> camp and<br />
hid myself in <strong>the</strong> muddy marsh in<br />
<strong>the</strong> hope that if <strong>the</strong>y did not find me<br />
quickly, <strong>the</strong>y would sail away.<br />
Which, as you know, <strong>the</strong>y did. My<br />
home I never expect to see again.<br />
Nor do I expect to see my darling<br />
children or <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r I have longed<br />
so much to see. No! Once <strong>the</strong> king<br />
reaches Argos he will kill all my<br />
family in revenge for my escape. Oh,<br />
by <strong>the</strong> gods above and <strong>the</strong> powers<br />
which know when truth is spoken, if<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is yet in <strong>the</strong> heart of any man<br />
such a thing as unsullied faith? I beg<br />
you, have pity on my suffering. Have
pity on a soul which has been so<br />
unfairly and so ruthlessly crushed!"'<br />
Anaeas paused for a moment at<br />
this point and took a sip of wine from<br />
his cup. Looking around at <strong>the</strong><br />
shadowy figures in <strong>the</strong> flickering<br />
firelight he could not determine a<br />
single face, but he could sense that<br />
every person present was agog with<br />
excitement and desperate to hear<br />
more of his tale. So, after taking<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r sip from his cup, he took a<br />
deep breath and continued his story.<br />
'Such a tearful appeal gained this man<br />
our compassion and also his life. King<br />
Priam himself was <strong>the</strong> first to order<br />
<strong>the</strong> shepherds to cut <strong>the</strong> bond's which<br />
bound him and addressed him in<br />
words of kindness. "Whoever you<br />
are," he said, "from this time forth<br />
you must have done with <strong>the</strong> Argives
and <strong>the</strong>ir allies. Forget <strong>the</strong>m and I<br />
will make you a man of my city. But<br />
first I bid you answer truthfully <strong>the</strong><br />
questions I shall put. What did <strong>the</strong><br />
Argives mean by building this great<br />
wooden horse and who was <strong>the</strong><br />
instigator of <strong>the</strong> idea? What w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>y hoping to achieve? Is this<br />
gigantic horse a religious offering or<br />
an engine of war?"<br />
'At this point, <strong>the</strong> prisoner,<br />
calling on all his Argive cunning,<br />
raised his unbound hands to <strong>the</strong> stars.<br />
"You eternal fires who have <strong>the</strong><br />
inviolable gods as your masters.<br />
You altars of <strong>the</strong> impious swords<br />
from which I fled and you, hallowed<br />
clothing which I wore for <strong>the</strong><br />
sacrifice be my witnesses! All <strong>the</strong><br />
claims of <strong>the</strong> land of my birth<br />
notwithstanding, I am free to break
all <strong>the</strong> sacred ties which bound me<br />
to <strong>the</strong> Argives and <strong>the</strong>ir allies. I am<br />
free to treat <strong>the</strong>m as my foes and can<br />
expose all <strong>the</strong>ir secrets to <strong>the</strong> light of<br />
day." '"The strength of <strong>the</strong> Achaians<br />
in this war has always depended<br />
on Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne. But from <strong>the</strong> time<br />
that Diomedes and also Odysseus,<br />
that coiner of villainy, dared to sail on<br />
a raid and drag her statue from <strong>the</strong><br />
Palladium, <strong>the</strong>re was an ebb and a<br />
backsliding in Achaian fortunes. The<br />
goddess was estranged and Achaian<br />
forces began to lose ground. Do you<br />
not recall <strong>the</strong> death of Achilles, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
most redoubtable man? But scarce<br />
had <strong>the</strong> image been lodged in <strong>the</strong><br />
camp when flashing fire glowed in<br />
her uplifted eyes and tears trickled<br />
down her cheeks. Three times <strong>the</strong>
statute actually fell to <strong>the</strong> ground and<br />
had to be put back up. At this<br />
Kalchas called for us to fly home over<br />
<strong>the</strong> perilous deep because <strong>the</strong><br />
Pergamos would now never be razed<br />
by Achaian bronze. He scanned <strong>the</strong><br />
omens and said that <strong>the</strong> whole force<br />
had to go back to Argos to regain <strong>the</strong><br />
goodwill of Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne. Once <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had done this <strong>the</strong>y would be able to<br />
recross <strong>the</strong> deep with a new force<br />
and come upon Troy again. As for<br />
this horse, he told <strong>the</strong>m to set it up<br />
in exchange for <strong>the</strong> statute <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
taken from <strong>the</strong> Palladium as it would<br />
atone, at least in some measure, for<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir heinous crime. However, he<br />
bade <strong>the</strong>m to make <strong>the</strong> horse<br />
extremely large and knit plank<br />
carefully to plank so that it might<br />
not be admitted into <strong>the</strong> city of Troy
as only <strong>the</strong>n would Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne<br />
look favourably on <strong>the</strong>m once more.<br />
Kalchas <strong>the</strong>n said that if this offering<br />
should ever be brought into <strong>the</strong> city<br />
and lodged in <strong>the</strong> citadel, <strong>the</strong> gods<br />
would turn <strong>the</strong> omen on its head and<br />
it would destroy <strong>the</strong>m. All of Achaia<br />
would be conquered by King Priam<br />
and his Dardanians."<br />
'Such was <strong>the</strong> stratagem of <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians and <strong>the</strong> cursed art of Sinon<br />
<strong>the</strong> liar, that this story gained<br />
credence over <strong>the</strong> people and won<br />
for <strong>the</strong> Achaians a victory which, in<br />
ten years, could not be gained by a<br />
force which came in a thousand ships<br />
and, even including our allies, was<br />
up to ten times larger than <strong>the</strong> force<br />
which Troy had to defend itself with.<br />
'But now ano<strong>the</strong>r object, greater<br />
and far more terrible, was forced on
my poor countrymen and it added<br />
enormous confusion to <strong>the</strong>ir blind<br />
souls. Shortly after we had heard<br />
Sinon <strong>the</strong> liar out, Laocoon, who was<br />
Poseidon's priest, was sacrificing a<br />
mighty bull at <strong>the</strong> altar when behold,<br />
from Tenedos, over <strong>the</strong> still deep<br />
waters, I shudder as I recount <strong>the</strong> tale,<br />
two great serpents were seen<br />
swimming across <strong>the</strong> sea and making<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir way towards our shore. Their<br />
heads and breasts were erect in <strong>the</strong><br />
water while <strong>the</strong> remainder of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
long, undulating bodies trailed<br />
behind. Their colour was a blood red<br />
hue and when <strong>the</strong>y landed on our<br />
shore, <strong>the</strong>ir forked tongues darted<br />
continually out of <strong>the</strong>ir hissing<br />
mouths. Everyone fled in terror but<br />
<strong>the</strong>y, almost as if <strong>the</strong>y knew what<br />
<strong>the</strong>y intended to do, made straight for
Laocoon. Each snake <strong>the</strong>n wrapped<br />
its coils around one of Laocoon's<br />
sons and squeezed him to death<br />
before greedily opening up its great<br />
jaws and swallowing <strong>the</strong> body whole.<br />
But when <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r tried to come to<br />
<strong>the</strong> rescue of his sons with a weapon<br />
in his hand, one of <strong>the</strong>m fastened on<br />
him and, winding its coils tightly<br />
around him, reared up and glared<br />
down on him with a wide, gaping<br />
mouth. Laocoon strained to release<br />
himself from its clutches and his<br />
priestly clo<strong>the</strong>s were covered in gore<br />
and black poison while all <strong>the</strong> time<br />
he raised a dreadful cry to heaven. It<br />
was like <strong>the</strong> sound of a bull which,<br />
because of an ill aimed axe, has been<br />
wounded but not killed and so, with<br />
loud bellows, it dashes from <strong>the</strong> altar.<br />
But because of <strong>the</strong> weapon Laocoon
was carrying or perhaps because <strong>the</strong><br />
snake, which had already swallowed<br />
one of his sons, was distended and<br />
unable to exert enough pressure,<br />
Laocoon eventually managed to<br />
escape its coils w<strong>here</strong>upon <strong>the</strong> two<br />
serpents glided up to <strong>the</strong> top of <strong>the</strong><br />
temple and coiled <strong>the</strong>mselves around<br />
<strong>the</strong> feet of <strong>the</strong> statue to Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Lady Triton. At this, every<br />
person was cowed and although <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
deepest souls were thrilled by this<br />
new and strange terror, every voice<br />
insisted that Laocoon had been duly<br />
punished for his crime of profaning<br />
<strong>the</strong> sacred horse and hurling his spear<br />
against its side. Everyone also called<br />
for <strong>the</strong> horse to be brought to <strong>the</strong><br />
temple immediately so <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
pray to <strong>the</strong> goddess and gain<br />
dominion over <strong>the</strong> Argives. As a
esult we broke open <strong>the</strong> city's gates<br />
and even dismantled some of <strong>the</strong> wall<br />
so we could drag <strong>the</strong> horse inside.<br />
Everyone helped in this endeavour.<br />
Carpenters put wheels under its feet<br />
so that it could run more easily<br />
across <strong>the</strong> ground and many ropes of<br />
hemp were tied around its front legs<br />
and neck. In this way it was dragged<br />
up from <strong>the</strong> shore, across <strong>the</strong> plain and<br />
to <strong>the</strong> gates of <strong>the</strong> city. As it was<br />
brought up from <strong>the</strong> beach, it was<br />
surrounded by young boys and<br />
unwedded girls who sang sacred<br />
hymns and delighted in running <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
hands across its legs and along <strong>the</strong><br />
ropes which were being used to drag<br />
it along. So, in it came, into <strong>the</strong> very<br />
heart of our city. Oh, my country!<br />
Oh, land of Ilios! Oh ye walls of<br />
Troy which withstood <strong>the</strong> might of
Achaia for over ten years, how<br />
could we have been so stupid? But<br />
we were warned. Four times, on <strong>the</strong><br />
very threshold of <strong>the</strong> city's gates, <strong>the</strong><br />
horse stopped and refused to budge<br />
and we even heard arms rattling<br />
within its womb. However, such was<br />
our frenzy to lodge this great piece<br />
in our city that we paid no attention<br />
and pressed on. Even <strong>the</strong>n Princess<br />
Kassandra continued to speak of <strong>the</strong><br />
fate which lay in store for us but, by<br />
command of <strong>the</strong> god whose<br />
advances she had rejected, not a<br />
single Trojan believed a word she<br />
said. She never stopped crying out<br />
her warnings but we, alas, ignored her<br />
and, after having taken three days to<br />
drag <strong>the</strong> horse into <strong>the</strong> city, we spent<br />
<strong>the</strong> remainder of that third day<br />
celebrating our success in <strong>the</strong>
temples.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> night came upon <strong>the</strong><br />
sky and wrapped <strong>the</strong> earth in<br />
darkness, we Trojans eventually<br />
threw ourselves down to sleep. We<br />
were exhausted after <strong>the</strong> effort of<br />
bringing <strong>the</strong> horse from <strong>the</strong> beach and<br />
such was our confidence, we only put<br />
a few guards on <strong>the</strong> walls. But<br />
unbeknownst to us, under a glowing<br />
moon <strong>the</strong> Achaian fleet was already<br />
travelling quietly over <strong>the</strong> still water<br />
and making for a shore <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
knew well. Meanwhile, Sinon <strong>the</strong><br />
liar, sheltered by King Priam's<br />
decree, stealthily released <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians hidden in <strong>the</strong> womb of <strong>the</strong><br />
horse. He opened <strong>the</strong> secret door<br />
which was so finely crafted, no one<br />
knew of its presence and out leapt <strong>the</strong><br />
warriors with Thessander and
S<strong>the</strong>nelos leading <strong>the</strong> way. Behind<br />
came <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> dreaded Odysseus,<br />
Akamas, Thoas, Neoptolemos,<br />
Machaon and Menelaos. Epeus, <strong>the</strong><br />
framer of <strong>the</strong> plan came too and<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y rushed on <strong>the</strong> town as it<br />
was drowned in sleep and put all<br />
<strong>the</strong> guards to <strong>the</strong> sword. Throwing<br />
open <strong>the</strong> gates <strong>the</strong>y <strong>the</strong>n welcomed<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir comrades who were coming up<br />
from <strong>the</strong> ships.<br />
'All this happened just at <strong>the</strong> time<br />
when <strong>the</strong> first slumber comes to heal<br />
human suffering and steals upon men<br />
with heaven's blessing and <strong>the</strong><br />
balmiest of influences. But, as I slept,<br />
before my eyes <strong>the</strong>re appeared a<br />
vision of Prince Hector in deepest<br />
sorrow. He seemed to be shedding<br />
rivers of tears and his body was<br />
covered with dust and looked
mangled and disfigured. Even his<br />
feet were grotesquely swollen at <strong>the</strong><br />
point w<strong>here</strong> Achilles had cut <strong>the</strong>m<br />
open with his knife. Ah, what a<br />
terrible sight! And what a change<br />
from <strong>the</strong> brave Hector who used to<br />
come back to Troy after giving <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians a thrashing or hurling fire<br />
on <strong>the</strong>ir ships? But now his body<br />
was disfigured, his hair was matted<br />
with blood and his wounds looked<br />
fresh. Such was <strong>the</strong> pain in my breast<br />
that for a while I could not speak but<br />
eventually I addressed him with tears<br />
like his own. "Oh light of Ilios!" I<br />
cried, "Protector of Troy! What has<br />
kept you for so long? From what<br />
clime are you now coming to us? Are<br />
you <strong>here</strong> to stay? Have you come<br />
back to life? In <strong>the</strong> months since<br />
your death <strong>the</strong> people of Troy have
known much suffering and <strong>the</strong>y are<br />
both spent and weary. But what<br />
unworthy cause has marred that<br />
beauty of yours? Why do I behold<br />
<strong>the</strong>se wounds?"<br />
'For a while Prince Hector held<br />
his silence and did not answer my<br />
questions. But <strong>the</strong>n, with a deep<br />
groan which seemed to come from <strong>the</strong><br />
very bottom of his heart, he cried.<br />
"Fly, goddess born! Escape from <strong>the</strong><br />
flames! The walls of Troy are now in<br />
enemy hands and <strong>the</strong> city is tumbling<br />
from its summit. When Pergamus<br />
could be defended by force of arms,<br />
<strong>the</strong> claims of <strong>the</strong> king were<br />
satisfied. But now all is lost and you<br />
must take our city's gods so that <strong>the</strong>y<br />
can watch over your destiny. You<br />
must seek for <strong>the</strong>m a mighty city<br />
which you shall one day build after
you have wandered many oceans."<br />
Then he brought me <strong>the</strong> statute of<br />
Queen Vesta in all her sacred robes<br />
and <strong>the</strong> ever burning flame which had<br />
stood at her feet.<br />
'Meanwhile <strong>the</strong> war spread<br />
through <strong>the</strong> city and though <strong>the</strong><br />
palace of my fa<strong>the</strong>r was some way<br />
from <strong>the</strong> city centre and set back in<br />
a grove of trees, <strong>the</strong> sounds of battle<br />
began to swell and it was <strong>the</strong>se which<br />
woke me from my dream. When I<br />
finally realized what <strong>the</strong> noise was, I<br />
couldn't believe what I was hearing<br />
and so I climbed up onto our<br />
sloping roof to see what I could. But<br />
although I could hear <strong>the</strong> sounds of<br />
warfare, it was a little while before<br />
I saw <strong>the</strong> fires begin to spring up. For<br />
a while I watched in utter amazement<br />
and noted that as <strong>the</strong> fires sprang up,
each new one seemed closer than <strong>the</strong><br />
one before. It was <strong>the</strong>n that, with<br />
abject horror, I realized what had<br />
happened. I was so dazed that I just<br />
continued to stand and stare and, as I<br />
did so, I saw fire begin to engulf<br />
Deiphobos' palace and knew that he<br />
and his neighbours had fallen to <strong>the</strong><br />
enemy. Then, from somew<strong>here</strong>, came<br />
<strong>the</strong> sound of braying trumpets calling<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans to arms and so my first<br />
impulse was to rush into my palace,<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>r my arms and my men and go<br />
to <strong>the</strong> Pergamus. I was obsessed with<br />
<strong>the</strong> idea of rushing headlong into <strong>the</strong><br />
battle because I couldn't bear <strong>the</strong><br />
thought of dying without a weapon in<br />
my hand.<br />
'But <strong>the</strong>n I saw that Panthoos<br />
had escaped <strong>the</strong> Achaians. Panthoos,<br />
who was Orthrys' son and a priest of
Phoebus Apollo in <strong>the</strong> citadel, had<br />
come to <strong>the</strong> door of our palace<br />
carrying <strong>the</strong> most sacred possessions<br />
of Troy and dragging his young<br />
grandchild with him. "How goes it,<br />
Panthoos." I shouted down from <strong>the</strong><br />
roof. "What is happening? What<br />
hold have we over <strong>the</strong> citadel?" I had<br />
scarcely said <strong>the</strong>se words when, with<br />
a groan, he shouted back. "It has<br />
come. The last day of Troy. T<strong>here</strong><br />
will be no more Trojans and no<br />
more land of Ilios. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, in<br />
his cruelty, has cast <strong>the</strong> great renown<br />
of <strong>the</strong> sons of Dardanos to <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
and made <strong>the</strong> Achaians our masters.<br />
Achaians are pouring into <strong>the</strong> city<br />
and Sinon himself, in his insolence, is<br />
setting fire to whatever he can.<br />
Thousands are coming up from <strong>the</strong><br />
shore and killing whomsoever <strong>the</strong>y
can find. The streets are clogged with<br />
<strong>the</strong> enemy and <strong>the</strong>re is slaughter<br />
whichever way you look. Some of <strong>the</strong><br />
guards are still holding out but <strong>the</strong><br />
enemy is so numerous, resistance is<br />
futile."<br />
'At <strong>the</strong>se words from <strong>the</strong> son of<br />
Othrys, I knew what heaven was<br />
planning but ran down from <strong>the</strong> roof<br />
all <strong>the</strong> same and after putting on my<br />
armour, I raced out into <strong>the</strong> street with<br />
those of my men I could ga<strong>the</strong>r. I<br />
followed <strong>the</strong> sound of <strong>the</strong> War God's<br />
yelling which rose up to <strong>the</strong> stars and<br />
on <strong>the</strong> way I was joined by Rhipeus<br />
and brave Epytus. We <strong>the</strong>n joined up<br />
with Hypanis, Dymas and young<br />
Coroebus, Mygdon's son. He had<br />
only just arrived in Troy with a<br />
frantic passion for Kassandra and was<br />
bringing a son in law's aid to King
Priam. Poor boy! He had given no<br />
heed to <strong>the</strong> warnings of his bride to<br />
be. But, seeing <strong>the</strong>m ga<strong>the</strong>red with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir men in a mass and ready for<br />
battle I called out. "Young hearts,<br />
full of unavailing valour! You can see<br />
<strong>the</strong> plight we are in. But are you<br />
willing to follow a desperate man?<br />
Gone from our shrine and altar are<br />
<strong>the</strong> gods who upheld this empire<br />
while <strong>the</strong> city which gave us succour<br />
is now an inferno. If you choose death<br />
with me <strong>the</strong>n let us rush into <strong>the</strong> thick<br />
of <strong>the</strong> fight for <strong>the</strong>re is only one hope<br />
for vanquished men, and that is to<br />
hope for nothing but death." These<br />
words stirred <strong>the</strong>ir young spirits to<br />
madness and so, like ravenous wolves<br />
on a dark night who are driven<br />
abroad by <strong>the</strong> blind rage of lawless<br />
hunger, we set off for <strong>the</strong> heart of
<strong>the</strong> town. What words could express<br />
<strong>the</strong> carnage of <strong>the</strong> night and <strong>the</strong><br />
horrors we saw? Here, in one night,<br />
was an ancient city falling from <strong>the</strong><br />
heights she had enjoyed for so long.<br />
The streets were strewn with bodies;<br />
many of <strong>the</strong>m in front of <strong>the</strong>ir own<br />
homes or on <strong>the</strong> steps of <strong>the</strong> temples<br />
to which <strong>the</strong>y had fled to pray for<br />
deliverance. But it wasn't only on <strong>the</strong><br />
son's of Dardanos that <strong>the</strong> bloody<br />
vengeance alighted, for <strong>the</strong>re are<br />
times when even <strong>the</strong> vanquished feel<br />
courage rushing back into <strong>the</strong>ir veins<br />
and <strong>the</strong>y repay death with death.<br />
Everyw<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>re was death. In some<br />
places <strong>the</strong> Achaians were slaughtering<br />
Trojans but in o<strong>the</strong>rs Achaians were<br />
being met by Trojans who,<br />
emboldened by <strong>the</strong> fact that <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had nothing to lose, had no difficulty
in slaughtering <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
The first enemy we met, with a<br />
large band at his back, was<br />
Androgeos. In his ignorance he took<br />
us for a troop of his friends and<br />
hailed us in words of fellowship.<br />
"Come, my men, be quick!" He cried.<br />
"What sloth is holding you back?<br />
Pergamos is on fire and <strong>the</strong> rest of<br />
us are helping ourselves to treasures<br />
without end. But <strong>here</strong> you are just<br />
walking lazily along as if you were<br />
out for an afternoon stroll! Have you<br />
just come up from <strong>the</strong> ships?" But<br />
when no reply was forthcoming he<br />
realized he had fallen into <strong>the</strong> thick<br />
of his enemy and, struck with fear, he<br />
fell silent and began to retreat. He<br />
was like a man who, when out on a<br />
walk one day, accidentally steps on a<br />
snake and recoils at once in sudden
alarm from <strong>the</strong> angry uplifted head,<br />
<strong>the</strong> black swelling neck, and <strong>the</strong><br />
dangerous hissing. So, Androgeos,<br />
appalled by <strong>the</strong> sight of us Trojans,<br />
fell back. But we rushed him and, as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were unfamiliar with <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were unable to flee and so we<br />
slaughtered every man in <strong>the</strong> group.<br />
Fortune had smiled on our first<br />
encounter and it was <strong>the</strong>n that<br />
Coroebus, flushed with success and<br />
daring cried, "Come my friends to<br />
w<strong>here</strong> Fortune directs us. She has<br />
revealed herself as our ally and we<br />
must follow her. Let us change<br />
shields and see if Argive decorations<br />
will suit us. Be it strength or deceit,<br />
who, when dealing with an enemy<br />
cares which? Let <strong>the</strong> Achaians arm<br />
us against <strong>the</strong>mselves." So saying he<br />
put on Androgeos' crested helmet,
strapped his sword to his side and<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red up his shield. So did<br />
Rhipeus and Dymas and <strong>the</strong>n every<br />
one of us followed suit. After we had<br />
each armed ourselves with <strong>the</strong>se<br />
spoils of war we went on mixing with<br />
<strong>the</strong> Achaians under auspices which<br />
were not our own. We had many<br />
combats but surprise was always on<br />
our side and so we sent many down<br />
to Hades' Halls. But <strong>the</strong>re were also<br />
many who, confused and terrified<br />
by being unable to distinguish friend<br />
from foe, fled back to <strong>the</strong>ir ships on<br />
<strong>the</strong> shore at full speed and some, in<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir dread, even tried to climb into<br />
<strong>the</strong> horse and hide <strong>the</strong>mselves in its<br />
womb.<br />
'As we fought our way through<br />
<strong>the</strong> city we chanced to see a princess<br />
of Priam's house being dragged by
her hair from <strong>the</strong> temple, from <strong>the</strong><br />
very shrine of Minerva itself. It was<br />
Kassandra, shouting and straining her<br />
flashing eyes to heaven, but in vain<br />
because those delicate hands of hers<br />
had been cruelly bound toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
The sight was too much for Coroebus<br />
and so he flung himself into <strong>the</strong><br />
middle of <strong>the</strong> hostile force. We<br />
followed close behind and, although<br />
we managed to rescue Kassandra, we<br />
were driven back. But <strong>the</strong>n, from <strong>the</strong><br />
roof of <strong>the</strong> lofty temple we were<br />
overwhelmed by a shower of spears<br />
and arrows from our own men. They<br />
had mistaken us for Argives and<br />
quite a few of us were killed. After<br />
this, <strong>the</strong> Achaians, enraged at <strong>the</strong><br />
rescue of Kassandra, rallied from all<br />
sides and fell upon us. Aias <strong>the</strong><br />
runner in all his fury, <strong>the</strong> two sons of
Atreus and a whole array of Dolopes,<br />
Argives and Myrmidons set upon us.<br />
Even as on a day when <strong>the</strong> tempest<br />
is on <strong>the</strong> rage and fierce wind meets<br />
fierce wind; west, south and east, so<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle raged up and down <strong>the</strong><br />
streets of Troy. Thanks to our<br />
stratagem we began by driving <strong>the</strong><br />
enemy back but <strong>the</strong>y rallied and<br />
attacked us again. As soon as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
recognised our imposture, <strong>the</strong>y kept<br />
calling loudly to each o<strong>the</strong>r and, by<br />
being aware of <strong>the</strong> different sound of<br />
our speech, <strong>the</strong>y were able to<br />
coordinate <strong>the</strong>ir attacks and we were<br />
overwhelmed by <strong>the</strong>ir numbers. First<br />
of all, Coroebus was laid low by<br />
Peneleos and his place of death was<br />
<strong>the</strong> altar of <strong>the</strong> Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne. Slain<br />
too was Rhipeus, <strong>the</strong> most righteous<br />
man in Troy. Down too went
Hypanis and Dymas, both shot by<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir friends on <strong>the</strong> roof of <strong>the</strong> temple<br />
and nor could all his acts of piety save<br />
<strong>the</strong> good Panthoos, priest of Apollo<br />
though he was. But those of us who<br />
were left did not shrink from any<br />
encounter and, had it been our fate<br />
to fall, our spears and swords would<br />
have earned us a place in history.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> fight continued <strong>the</strong> Achaians<br />
recaptured Kassandra and our group<br />
was dispersed, so those of my men<br />
who were left to me and I became<br />
separated from <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs. But before<br />
we even had time to catch our breaths<br />
we were summoned by <strong>the</strong> shouting<br />
in King Priam's palace.<br />
When we arrived <strong>the</strong> conflict was<br />
gigantic and it was almost as if it was<br />
<strong>the</strong> only place in town were <strong>the</strong> war<br />
was being waged. Ares <strong>the</strong> God of
War was foaming at <strong>the</strong> mouth and<br />
raging untamed and, as <strong>the</strong> door had<br />
been blockaded, <strong>the</strong> Achaians were<br />
trying to climb onto <strong>the</strong> roof. Scaling<br />
ladders had been thrown against <strong>the</strong><br />
walls and <strong>the</strong> Achaians, holding <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
shields with <strong>the</strong>ir left hands to<br />
protect <strong>the</strong>m from <strong>the</strong> falling missiles<br />
and using <strong>the</strong>ir right to climb up<br />
<strong>the</strong> ladders, gradually forced <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way upwards. The Trojans on <strong>the</strong> top<br />
however, as <strong>the</strong>y made <strong>the</strong>ir last<br />
desperate defence, were even tearing<br />
up <strong>the</strong> roof for weapons to hurl down<br />
on <strong>the</strong> ascending enemy. Stately<br />
ornaments, tiles and statues; <strong>the</strong>y<br />
grabbed at anything which might<br />
serve as a weapon. When <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians finally reached <strong>the</strong> roof, <strong>the</strong><br />
defenders drew <strong>the</strong>ir swords or picked<br />
up <strong>the</strong>ir spears and faced <strong>the</strong>
advancing foe. But <strong>the</strong> sight of those<br />
brave men was too much for me. It<br />
brea<strong>the</strong>d new daring into my heart and<br />
I raced to help <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
'I knew <strong>the</strong>re was a hidden<br />
entrance to <strong>the</strong> palace in <strong>the</strong> rear. But<br />
as I led my men through <strong>the</strong> concealed<br />
door and into <strong>the</strong> palace, I saw <strong>the</strong><br />
distraught Andromache looking at us<br />
in terror and cradling little Astyanax<br />
in her arms. But instead of stopping I<br />
rushed passed her and made my way<br />
to <strong>the</strong> roof w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> wretched<br />
Trojans were fighting a losing battle.<br />
The tower was still standing and<br />
from <strong>the</strong> top you could, on a clear day,<br />
look out over all of Troy, <strong>the</strong> plain<br />
and <strong>the</strong> Achaian camp on <strong>the</strong> shore.<br />
To this we applied <strong>the</strong> butt ends of<br />
our spears, just w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> lofty<br />
flooring made <strong>the</strong> joining insecure.
So much damage had already been<br />
done to <strong>the</strong> roof that it took only a<br />
little effort to wrench <strong>the</strong> tower from<br />
its base and topple it over. Down <strong>the</strong><br />
whole edifice crashed and <strong>the</strong> falling<br />
masonry tumbled far and wide onto<br />
<strong>the</strong> Achaian ranks below. Countless<br />
numbers of <strong>the</strong>m were killed but<br />
o<strong>the</strong>rs immediately took <strong>the</strong>ir places<br />
and continued <strong>the</strong> attack.<br />
'In <strong>the</strong> entrance to <strong>the</strong> palace I<br />
saw Neoptolemos, son of Achilles,<br />
in his all glory with his fa<strong>the</strong>r's great<br />
spear and gleaming sword. With him<br />
was <strong>the</strong> gigantic Telamonian Aias,<br />
who, for a change, looked somewhat<br />
ill at ease with himself and unsure<br />
of what he was doing and also<br />
Automedon, who had once been<br />
Achilles' charioteer. Confronted by<br />
<strong>the</strong> stubborn door Neoptolemos took
a two headed axe in hand and began<br />
attacking it. It didn't take him long to<br />
force it open a little and through <strong>the</strong><br />
crack he could see <strong>the</strong> interior of <strong>the</strong><br />
palace and <strong>the</strong> armed warriors who<br />
stood in wait for him and his men.<br />
But still he continued to hack at <strong>the</strong><br />
door which barred his way.<br />
'Behind <strong>the</strong> men who waited for<br />
Neoptolemos with <strong>the</strong>ir shields<br />
overlapping and spears levelled, was<br />
a confused scene of shrieking<br />
disorder. The vaulted chamber was<br />
filled with female lamentation and<br />
<strong>the</strong> heart-rending noise was so great,<br />
it reached <strong>the</strong> twinkling stars above.<br />
Terror stricken matrons ran to and<br />
fro through <strong>the</strong> spacious rooms,<br />
grasping at <strong>the</strong> walls and kissing <strong>the</strong>m<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y prayed for deliverance. But<br />
Neoptolemus kept attacking <strong>the</strong> door
with all his fa<strong>the</strong>r's might and<br />
eventually it was unable to hold him.<br />
As force will always find a way, it<br />
eventually gave way under <strong>the</strong><br />
continued strokes of <strong>the</strong> axe and<br />
allowed <strong>the</strong> Achaians to burst into<br />
<strong>the</strong> room and begin slaughtering all<br />
<strong>the</strong>y met. The palace was quickly<br />
filled with <strong>the</strong> enemy and with my<br />
own eyes I saw <strong>the</strong> crazed<br />
Neoptolemos along with <strong>the</strong> two sons<br />
of Atreus standing in <strong>the</strong> palace. I<br />
also saw Hekabe with all her<br />
daughters in law and King Priam at<br />
<strong>the</strong> altar, praying to <strong>the</strong> flames he<br />
had himself made holy. But as <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians overran <strong>the</strong> palace, even<br />
those fifty marriage chambers and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir splendid promise of children<br />
and children's children all sank in <strong>the</strong><br />
dust. For w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>re was fire, <strong>the</strong>
Achaians were masters.<br />
'But perhaps you are anxious to<br />
hear of King Priam's fate?' Continued<br />
Anaeas looking briefly in <strong>the</strong><br />
direction of Queen Dido. 'When he<br />
saw his city fallen and <strong>the</strong> doors of<br />
his palace being attacked by <strong>the</strong> foe,<br />
although it was a hopeless gesture,<br />
he put on his armour and took up<br />
his bronze headed spear, <strong>the</strong> point of<br />
which gleamed in <strong>the</strong> light from <strong>the</strong><br />
torches on <strong>the</strong> wall. In <strong>the</strong> midst of<br />
<strong>the</strong> palace courtyard, under <strong>the</strong><br />
naked sky, stood a great altar and by<br />
it a tree of age untold which leant<br />
over it and enfolded <strong>the</strong> household<br />
gods in its shade. Here about <strong>the</strong> altar<br />
Hekabe and her daughters, all like<br />
helpless doves which have been<br />
driven down by a howling tempest,<br />
huddled toge<strong>the</strong>r and clung to <strong>the</strong>
statues of <strong>the</strong>ir gods. But when<br />
Hekabe saw King Priam wearing<br />
<strong>the</strong> arms of youth she cried. "What<br />
monstrous thought, my most wretched<br />
spouse, has moved you to gird<br />
yourself for war? To w<strong>here</strong> are you<br />
hurrying? It is not an old man in<br />
armour that this crisis needs. No!<br />
Weapons would not help even if our<br />
lost Hector were now at our side.<br />
Come and join us <strong>here</strong>. This altar<br />
shall be our defence or else we will<br />
die toge<strong>the</strong>r." With this she rose and,<br />
taking him gently by <strong>the</strong> hand, led him<br />
to w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y were huddled and sat<br />
him down with <strong>the</strong> rest.<br />
'Just at this moment, Polites, one<br />
of Priam's sons who had escaped <strong>the</strong><br />
attackers, ran flying along <strong>the</strong><br />
corridor and entered <strong>the</strong> courtyard<br />
hotly pursued by Neoptolemos. But
as he entered <strong>the</strong> courtyard and came<br />
into <strong>the</strong> view of his parents,<br />
Neoptolemos came up behind him<br />
and, with a deadly stroke, drove his<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r's great spear into his back.<br />
Down he fell and out poured his life<br />
in a gush of blood. At this King<br />
Priam, though hemmed in by death<br />
on every side, could not restrain<br />
himself or control his voice. "Aye"<br />
he cried, "for an outrage such as this,<br />
may <strong>the</strong> gods, if <strong>the</strong>re is any sense<br />
of right in heaven, take note and<br />
give you what you deserve. You, who<br />
have made me look with my own<br />
eyes upon my son's death, have<br />
stained a fa<strong>the</strong>r's memory with <strong>the</strong><br />
sight of blood. But Achilles, who was<br />
your sire, dealt not like this with me.<br />
Hector's lifeless body he gave back<br />
to me so I could bury him in <strong>the</strong>
proper manner and give him peace."<br />
So saying <strong>the</strong> old man hurled his<br />
spear at Neoptolemos which,<br />
because of his age, just bounced<br />
harmlessly off <strong>the</strong> young man's<br />
armour. "Take your complaint<br />
about me," retorted Neoptolemos,<br />
"to my fa<strong>the</strong>r down in Hades' Halls.<br />
Tell him about my shocking deeds<br />
and how degenerate I am. Now die!"<br />
With <strong>the</strong>se words he dragged King<br />
Priam through his son's blood until<br />
<strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> altar and <strong>the</strong>re,<br />
grabbing <strong>the</strong> old man's hair in his left<br />
hand, with his right he unshea<strong>the</strong>d<br />
his great sword and removed <strong>the</strong><br />
old king's head from his shoulders.<br />
Such was <strong>the</strong> end of King Priam<br />
while Troy burned in front of his<br />
darkening eyes. Once <strong>the</strong> mighty<br />
ruler of many nations and sovereign
lord of Asia, he now lay on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground with his head severed from<br />
his shoulders. His body without a<br />
face. 'At this horror, I suddenly thought<br />
of my own fa<strong>the</strong>r who was <strong>the</strong> same<br />
age as <strong>the</strong> king. I also thought of<br />
Creusa and my little Ascanius and<br />
<strong>the</strong> danger I had left <strong>the</strong>m in. I looked<br />
around to see how many of my<br />
men were still with me, but all<br />
had disappeared. They had ei<strong>the</strong>r<br />
been killed or were too tired to stay<br />
and had leapt to <strong>the</strong> ground. So <strong>the</strong>re<br />
I was on <strong>the</strong> roof, completely alone,<br />
when I chanced to see Argive Helen<br />
lodged in <strong>the</strong> temple of Vesta and<br />
crouching mutely in its darkest<br />
recess. This sight gave direction to<br />
my wandering feet and light to my<br />
ranging glance. Yes, <strong>the</strong>re she was
in all her guilt, dreading both <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardanians whom <strong>the</strong> overthrow of<br />
Troy had made her enemies and <strong>the</strong><br />
wrath of <strong>the</strong> husband she had<br />
abandoned. She, <strong>the</strong> common fiend<br />
of both Troy and her country, had<br />
hidden herself away and was<br />
hoping to avoid being seen. Anger<br />
rose in my breast and I was seized by<br />
a fury. I wanted to avenge my country<br />
and do justice to <strong>the</strong> wretch. "So," I<br />
cried, "she is to see her native Sparta<br />
and live as a queen in her own country<br />
again is she? She is to look upon her<br />
lord and her old home, her child and<br />
her parents and also have a crowd of<br />
captive Trojan ladies to dance<br />
attendance on her is she? Shall it be<br />
for this that King Priam died and<br />
Troy has been razed to <strong>the</strong> ground? Is<br />
it for this that our land has so often
een soaked with <strong>the</strong> blood of so<br />
many brave heroes? No! Never! For<br />
though <strong>the</strong>re are no proud memories<br />
to be won by vengeance on a woman<br />
and no laurels to be reaped from a<br />
conquest such as this, <strong>the</strong> extinction<br />
of so vile a creature and <strong>the</strong> exaction<br />
of vengeance will count as a praise in<br />
itself. It will be a joy to have glutted<br />
my spirit with her blood." Such were<br />
<strong>the</strong> wild words I was uttering and such<br />
were <strong>the</strong> impulses of my infuriated<br />
heart as I made my way across <strong>the</strong><br />
roof to w<strong>here</strong> she was hiding. But<br />
suddenly <strong>the</strong>re appeared to me,<br />
brighter than I had ever seen her<br />
before, my gracious mo<strong>the</strong>r in all her<br />
deity and in <strong>the</strong> same mien and stature<br />
by which she is known to <strong>the</strong><br />
dwellers of heaven. She seized me by<br />
<strong>the</strong> hand which held my spear and
said. "My son, what mighty agony is<br />
it which stirs this untamed passion<br />
of yours? What means this frenzy?<br />
W<strong>here</strong> is your care for me? Will you<br />
not first see w<strong>here</strong> you have left your<br />
aged fa<strong>the</strong>r? W<strong>here</strong> is your wife<br />
Creusa? Is she still alive? What<br />
about your little Ascanius? All about<br />
<strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> Argive warriors are raging<br />
to and fro and were it not for me, you<br />
would not even have a chance of<br />
rescuing <strong>the</strong>m. It is not <strong>the</strong> hated<br />
beauty of Argive Helen nor <strong>the</strong><br />
actions of Paris which are responsible<br />
for all this. No it is heaven, unpitying<br />
heaven that is overturning this great<br />
empire and levelling Troy to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground. See <strong>here</strong>, for I will take away<br />
<strong>the</strong> cloud which blinds your eyes<br />
and dulls your mind." Then suddenly,<br />
I was out of my body and looking
down on <strong>the</strong> blazing city of Troy and<br />
hearing my mo<strong>the</strong>r's words: "Here,<br />
w<strong>here</strong> you see <strong>the</strong> city falling is<br />
Poseidon with his mighty trident<br />
shaking <strong>the</strong> walls he built and taking<br />
away <strong>the</strong>ir very foundations. Over<br />
<strong>the</strong>re by <strong>the</strong> Skaian Gate is Hera, <strong>the</strong><br />
most vindictive of foes and in tones<br />
of fury she is summoning her<br />
confederates from <strong>the</strong> ships. Over<br />
<strong>the</strong>re, above <strong>the</strong> city, is Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne,<br />
dressed for war and seated on a cloud<br />
which is shaped like <strong>the</strong> Gorgon's<br />
head. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus himself is helping<br />
<strong>the</strong> Achaians and giving <strong>the</strong>m both<br />
<strong>the</strong> strength and courage <strong>the</strong>y need<br />
for victory. So come my son, take<br />
advantage of flight while still you can<br />
and bring <strong>the</strong> struggle to an end. I<br />
will not leave you until you have<br />
reached your fa<strong>the</strong>r's door?' Then
she veiled herself in night and I saw<br />
a vision of all <strong>the</strong> gods who were<br />
arrayed against Troy.<br />
'Even as I watched, I could see<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole of <strong>the</strong> city being engulfed<br />
by flames and <strong>the</strong> walls which<br />
Poseidon had built begin to crumble.<br />
It was like an ancient ash on a<br />
mountain top which woodsmen with<br />
axes hack at repeatedly. But as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
hack away it refuses to topple but<br />
sways and shakes and keeps nodding<br />
its leafy head in a menacing manner.<br />
But at last, mortally weakened by<br />
<strong>the</strong> wounds at its base, it gives a great<br />
groan and topples to <strong>the</strong> ground. In<br />
such a manner was <strong>the</strong> city of Troy<br />
falling from its heights before my<br />
eyes. It was at this point that my<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r put <strong>the</strong> wool back over my<br />
eyes and suddenly I was myself again.
After one quick look around <strong>the</strong><br />
palace, I could see <strong>the</strong>re was nothing<br />
to be rescued from <strong>the</strong> carnage and<br />
so immediately jumped down from<br />
<strong>the</strong> roof and went out into <strong>the</strong> street<br />
and, following <strong>the</strong> instructions of my<br />
heavenly mo<strong>the</strong>r, I threaded my way<br />
carefully through <strong>the</strong> flames and<br />
rampaging Achaians.<br />
'When I finally reached <strong>the</strong> door<br />
of <strong>the</strong> old house I knew so well I<br />
sought out my fa<strong>the</strong>r as it was my<br />
first resolve to carry him away to <strong>the</strong><br />
hills. But he refused to try and survive<br />
<strong>the</strong> razing of Troy and submit to<br />
banishment. "It is those of you who<br />
are young," he said firmly, "and<br />
whose strength is still firm who<br />
should think of flight. For me, if <strong>the</strong><br />
dwellers in heaven had wanted to<br />
prolong my life, <strong>the</strong>y would have
preserved my home. Surely it is<br />
enough to have once outlived <strong>the</strong><br />
capture and sack of one's city? But<br />
now I am not going to run any more<br />
so you must bid farewell to my<br />
corpse and be gone. I will try to find<br />
myself a warrior's death as I tempt an<br />
enemy with <strong>the</strong> glory of being <strong>the</strong><br />
one to slay me. The loss of a tomb<br />
will not worry me for age has made<br />
me hated by heaven and useless to<br />
earth."<br />
'Such were <strong>the</strong> words he kept<br />
repeating but while we argued with<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r, Creusa Ascanius and my<br />
whole household begged him not to<br />
be stubborn and drag us all down with<br />
him. But he refused to change his<br />
mind and so once more, in my agony,<br />
I decided to plunge back into battle<br />
and die a warrior's death. I could not
leave my fa<strong>the</strong>r behind for without<br />
him, what could wisdom or fortune<br />
hold for me in <strong>the</strong> future? But before<br />
leaving I told him sternly that if it was<br />
<strong>the</strong> will of heaven that nothing in <strong>the</strong><br />
city was going to be spared, <strong>the</strong> doors<br />
of death stood open for him and he<br />
could find pleasure in throwing<br />
himself on <strong>the</strong> attacking Achaians. I<br />
also reminded him that Neoptolemos,<br />
who had just been bathing in King<br />
Priam's blood and who found pleasure<br />
in butchering a son before his fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
eyes and <strong>the</strong>n butchering <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
himself, would soon be in his house.<br />
I was infuriated by his stubbornness<br />
and so I cried out. "Gracious Mo<strong>the</strong>r!<br />
Was it for this that you rescued me<br />
from fire, spear and sword? That I<br />
should see <strong>the</strong> enemy in <strong>the</strong> heart of<br />
my home and watch while my little
Ascanius, my fa<strong>the</strong>r, and my Creusa<br />
are all hacked to death in a pool of<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r's blood?" Then I shouted to<br />
my servants. "My arms! Bring me<br />
my arms. The call of death rings in<br />
<strong>the</strong> ears of <strong>the</strong> conquered, but let me<br />
return to <strong>the</strong> streets and renew <strong>the</strong><br />
combat, for never shall it be said<br />
that <strong>the</strong> Trojans were slaughtered<br />
without resistance."<br />
So saying I fitted my shield to my<br />
left arm and picked up my spear but,<br />
as I was making for <strong>the</strong> door, my wife<br />
ran up and clung to my arm. She held<br />
my little Ascanius up to me and said.<br />
"If it is to death that you are going,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n take us with you. But if<br />
experience gives you any hope in <strong>the</strong><br />
fight you intend to resume, let your<br />
first stand be made <strong>here</strong> in your home.<br />
To whom do you think you are
leaving your little Ascanius, your<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r and I who am your wife? Will<br />
you leave us <strong>here</strong> to be slaughtered by<br />
<strong>the</strong> son of Achilles <strong>the</strong> savage while<br />
you try and win glory and renown for<br />
yourself in <strong>the</strong> burning streets?"<br />
'As she clung to my arm and<br />
sobbed, her moans filled <strong>the</strong> house<br />
and I was undecided as to what to do.<br />
But <strong>the</strong>n a portent appeared which<br />
was both sudden and marvellous to<br />
behold. For even while <strong>the</strong> hands and<br />
eyes of his loving parents were upon<br />
him, a flickering tongue of flame was<br />
seen to shoot from Ascanius' head<br />
and it played around his soft curly<br />
locks. But although <strong>the</strong> fire appeared<br />
to do no damage we both immediately<br />
beat at <strong>the</strong> flames and tried to put<br />
<strong>the</strong>m out. When we failed we rushed<br />
our little boy to <strong>the</strong> fountain and
were about to submerge his head in<br />
<strong>the</strong> water when my fa<strong>the</strong>r cried out<br />
and raised his eyes in ecstasy to<br />
heaven. Holding up his hands to <strong>the</strong><br />
sky and directing his voice to <strong>the</strong><br />
stars he prayed. "Almighty Zeus, if<br />
any prayer can change your mind,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n I ask that you look down on us<br />
and if our piety has earned us your<br />
good will, grant us your succour and<br />
ratify <strong>the</strong> omen we now see." Scarcely<br />
had <strong>the</strong> old man finished speaking<br />
when <strong>the</strong>re came a sudden peal of<br />
thunder on <strong>the</strong> left and a star with a<br />
torchlike train fell from <strong>the</strong> heavens in<br />
a blaze of light. Over <strong>the</strong> top of our<br />
house we saw it pass and we marked<br />
its course along <strong>the</strong> sky until it buried<br />
itself in Mount Ida's wood. Then,<br />
after a period in which we all stood in<br />
shocked silence, my fa<strong>the</strong>r prayed
again to <strong>the</strong> gods. "No more delays<br />
from me. I will follow your guidance<br />
and am ready to go w<strong>here</strong>ver you<br />
lead me. Gods of Troy, preserve my<br />
house and my grandchild and also<br />
<strong>the</strong> line of Dardanos." Turning <strong>the</strong>n<br />
to me he said. "Yes, my son, I give<br />
way and will not shrink from<br />
accompanying you on your flight."<br />
But as he was saying this <strong>the</strong> noise of<br />
<strong>the</strong> rampaging Achaians and <strong>the</strong> fires<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were lighting throughout <strong>the</strong><br />
city grew louder and nearer . "Come<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, dear fa<strong>the</strong>r," I said hurriedly,<br />
"take your seat on my back for my<br />
shoulders will support you and I shall<br />
not feel <strong>the</strong> task a burden. Fall things<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y may, we shall share <strong>the</strong> peril<br />
and share <strong>the</strong> deliverance. Let little<br />
Ascanius walk by my side while my<br />
wife, for safety, follows our steps at
a distance." Turning <strong>the</strong>n to my<br />
servants I said. "You, who have<br />
been our long and faithful servants,<br />
attend to what I say. As you leave<br />
<strong>the</strong> city <strong>the</strong>re is a mound on which<br />
stands an ancient temple to Ceres.<br />
It stands on its own beside an old<br />
cypress tree and was revered by our<br />
ancestors. That shall be our meeting<br />
place. So ga<strong>the</strong>r what you can from<br />
<strong>the</strong> house and make for that spot."<br />
After sending <strong>the</strong>m on <strong>the</strong>ir way I<br />
turned to my fa<strong>the</strong>r and said.<br />
"Fa<strong>the</strong>r, take hold of <strong>the</strong>se things<br />
which are sacred to our gods. I have<br />
just emerged from <strong>the</strong> carnage of this<br />
dreadful war so <strong>the</strong>re is blood on my<br />
hands and it would be a sacrilege<br />
for me to touch <strong>the</strong>m before I have<br />
cleansed myself in running water."<br />
'So saying I covered my
shoulders with a robe over which I<br />
put a lion's tawny hide and took up<br />
my precious burden. My little<br />
Ascanius fastened his hand in mine<br />
and followed his fa<strong>the</strong>r with ill<br />
matched steps while my wife<br />
followed on behind. Once out of <strong>the</strong><br />
house and into <strong>the</strong> burning streets we<br />
kept to what shadow we could find<br />
but I, who had never before quailed at<br />
<strong>the</strong> spears and arrows which rained<br />
on me or <strong>the</strong> mass of Argives,<br />
Telamonians or Myrmidons which<br />
barred my way, was now scared by<br />
every breath of air and startled by<br />
every sound. I was terrified for <strong>the</strong><br />
burden I carried, my son and also my<br />
wife. But as we neared <strong>the</strong> gates and<br />
thought our journey accomplished, I<br />
heard <strong>the</strong> sound of trampling feet and<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r peered into <strong>the</strong> darkness
ahead. "My son!" he cried, "Fly!<br />
They are upon us. I can see <strong>the</strong> gleam<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir bronze and from <strong>the</strong>ir shields<br />
it looks like <strong>the</strong>y are Myrmidons." In<br />
this alarm some unfriendly power<br />
addled my judgment and so I left <strong>the</strong><br />
path and took to w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>re was no<br />
none. Swerving <strong>here</strong> and <strong>the</strong>re I<br />
began to try and make my way by<br />
scrambling across <strong>the</strong> rubble of ruined<br />
houses. But woe was me! Destiny<br />
tore me from my Creusa. Whe<strong>the</strong>r she<br />
stopped or went in ano<strong>the</strong>r direction<br />
or sat down for a rest I never knew,<br />
for I never saw her again. But at <strong>the</strong><br />
time I did not look back to discover<br />
my loss. I did not even think about<br />
her until we had passed through <strong>the</strong><br />
city gates and reached <strong>the</strong> ancient<br />
temple of Ceres. T<strong>here</strong>, when we<br />
were all ga<strong>the</strong>red and congratulating
ourselves on our escape, I noticed<br />
that she was missing. I could not<br />
believe my misfortune and such was<br />
my anger that my distraught voice<br />
spared no one. I rounded on every<br />
person and blamed <strong>the</strong>m for her<br />
disappearance. But it was no use.<br />
Nobody had seen what happened to<br />
her so I looked back towards <strong>the</strong><br />
burning city and my heart bled even<br />
more. I was so distraught that<br />
Ascanius, my fa<strong>the</strong>r and also <strong>the</strong><br />
sacred relics of our city I gave into my<br />
comrades care and, picking up my<br />
shield and spear, I made my way back<br />
to <strong>the</strong> city. I was determined to risk<br />
every hazard again and to retrace my<br />
steps through <strong>the</strong> whole of Troy. If<br />
necessary, I would go all <strong>the</strong> way<br />
back to my fa<strong>the</strong>r's house. First I<br />
returned to <strong>the</strong> city walls and <strong>the</strong>
dark gate by which we had passed out.<br />
But <strong>the</strong>re was no sign of her and<br />
so from <strong>the</strong>re I followed my<br />
footsteps back through <strong>the</strong> night,<br />
searching everyw<strong>here</strong> for a sign of my<br />
beloved wife. But w<strong>here</strong>ver I looked<br />
my eyes were met only by burning<br />
buildings and <strong>the</strong> mutilated bodies of<br />
dead Trojans, many of whom I<br />
recognised and had once called my<br />
friend. I pressed on through <strong>the</strong><br />
streets though every time I saw a<br />
group of revelling Achaians, I had to<br />
duck into cover which, because of <strong>the</strong><br />
ruins, was now plentiful. But when<br />
I eventually reached my fa<strong>the</strong>r's house<br />
I found I was too late. A group of<br />
Myrmidons, led by Neoptolemos,<br />
had broken in and were busy<br />
ransacking every chamber. As I<br />
watched this sacrilege to our home, I
saw small flames of fire begin to<br />
lick at <strong>the</strong> walls and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> crackling<br />
flames, which grew larger and<br />
brighter by <strong>the</strong> moment, quickly<br />
climbed up to <strong>the</strong> roof and began to<br />
engulf <strong>the</strong> house with a roar. I didn't<br />
dare linger for even if my beloved<br />
wife had returned to our house, it<br />
would have been too late. "Perhaps,"<br />
I thought to myself, "she has gone<br />
to <strong>the</strong> citadel." But when I got <strong>the</strong>re<br />
<strong>the</strong> sacred cloisters were littered with<br />
bodies and <strong>the</strong> floor was awash with<br />
blood. In <strong>the</strong> centre I could see<br />
Odysseus standing with old Phoenix<br />
and watching his men ga<strong>the</strong>r up <strong>the</strong><br />
treasures and throw <strong>the</strong>m onto a large<br />
tapestry which had been spread out<br />
on <strong>the</strong> floor. Golden ornaments,<br />
sacred vestments and items of great<br />
value such as jewel encrusted bowls
of solid silver or gold were tossed into<br />
it with scant regard for <strong>the</strong>ir value<br />
and, standing over this terrible<br />
carnage, with what seemed to be a<br />
smile on her face, was <strong>the</strong> statue of<br />
Hera, sister and consort of Zeus and<br />
Queen of Heaven. But more<br />
heartbreaking than that was fact that<br />
cowering in a corner and trembling<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir terror at <strong>the</strong> unknown fate<br />
which awaited <strong>the</strong>m were a large<br />
number of Trojan women, little girls<br />
and small boys.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> was, alas, nothing I could<br />
do to help any of <strong>the</strong>se unfortunate<br />
people whose destiny it was to<br />
become slaves in some part of King<br />
Agamenmon's realm so I passed on<br />
and, as I walked <strong>the</strong> streets, I filled<br />
<strong>the</strong> air with shouts for my Creusa.<br />
But despite <strong>the</strong> fact that I could find
no sign of her I refused to give up.<br />
Acting like a lunatic and ignoring<br />
<strong>the</strong> risk of attracting death from an<br />
Achaian who would know from my<br />
voice I was a Trojan, I called again<br />
and again. But <strong>the</strong>n suddenly, as<br />
I continued making my way through<br />
<strong>the</strong> burning streets, an image of<br />
Creusa appeared in front of me. At<br />
first I thought it was her but quickly<br />
realized that <strong>the</strong> woman I was looking<br />
at was much larger than she was in<br />
life and so I was aghast. I stood frozen<br />
to <strong>the</strong> spot, my hair stood on end and<br />
my tongue stuck to <strong>the</strong> roof of my<br />
mouth. But as I stood <strong>the</strong>re she began<br />
to address me thus. "Why are you<br />
indulging in this strange pleasure of<br />
frantic grief my darling husband?<br />
It is not without <strong>the</strong> will of Heaven<br />
that all <strong>the</strong>se horrors have come to
pass. That you should carry your<br />
Creusa with you on your journey is<br />
forbidden by Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus himself.<br />
You have long years of exile ahead of<br />
you and a vast expanse of ocean to<br />
traverse. Eventually (like a dragonfly)<br />
you will arrive in <strong>the</strong> land of Hesperia<br />
w<strong>here</strong> a great river rolls gently<br />
through rich and cultured plains.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> you have a smiling future. A<br />
kingdom of your own with a royal<br />
bride who even now awaits your<br />
coming. So dry your tears for me, my<br />
beloved, and although I am <strong>the</strong><br />
choice of your heart, you can rest<br />
assured that I am not to be carried<br />
away as a slave to any part of <strong>the</strong><br />
Argive empire. I will serve no<br />
Achaian matron for I am a Dardanian<br />
princess and by marriage, a daughter<br />
of Aphrodite who is immortal. No! I
am kept in this country by <strong>the</strong> will<br />
of Heaven and so you have no need<br />
to cry. Only continue to love <strong>the</strong><br />
son who is both yours and mine."<br />
Having spoken thus, in spite of my<br />
tears and in spite of <strong>the</strong> thousand<br />
and one things I longed to say, <strong>the</strong><br />
apparition began to vanish into <strong>the</strong><br />
insubstantial air. Three times I tried<br />
to fling my arms around her neck<br />
and hold her to me, but three times <strong>the</strong><br />
phantom, impalpable as <strong>the</strong> wind<br />
and fleeting as <strong>the</strong> wings of sleep,<br />
escaped <strong>the</strong> arms which struggled to<br />
embrace it.<br />
'After this I ceased searching for<br />
my beloved and, with a heart so<br />
heavy, I could barely carry its weight,<br />
I made my way back to <strong>the</strong> meeting<br />
place. By this time almost all<br />
resistance had ceased and <strong>the</strong>
Achaians were in control of our city,<br />
so I had some difficulty avoiding <strong>the</strong><br />
men who now roamed <strong>the</strong> streets.<br />
But, with help from my mo<strong>the</strong>r or<br />
perhaps one of <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r gods I<br />
managed to avoid being seen and<br />
make my way through a gate which<br />
was still unguarded before returning<br />
to <strong>the</strong> meeting point. When I arrived,<br />
I found to my surprise and joy that<br />
our band had swollen and we had a<br />
vast multitude of new companions;<br />
matrons and warriors both. Even in a<br />
darkness, lit only by <strong>the</strong> light of <strong>the</strong><br />
stars and <strong>the</strong> flickering glow which<br />
emanated from <strong>the</strong> burning city, I<br />
could see that it was an army mustered<br />
for exile and a crowd of <strong>the</strong> wretched.<br />
From every side <strong>the</strong>y had made <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way to this spot and were prepared in<br />
heart as in fortune to follow me over
<strong>the</strong> sea to any land I might take <strong>the</strong>m<br />
to settle. But, just as I returned to my<br />
band, <strong>the</strong> morning star was beginning<br />
to rise over Ida's loftiest peak and<br />
warned us of <strong>the</strong> coming dawn.<br />
Achaian guards had by this time been<br />
placed at all <strong>the</strong> city gates and so, as<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was little hope of any one else<br />
escaping <strong>the</strong> ruins, I ga<strong>the</strong>red up my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r and led <strong>the</strong> way into <strong>the</strong><br />
mountains.
Book III<br />
'As dawn began spreading her<br />
saffron fingers across <strong>the</strong> countryside<br />
and we made our way up <strong>the</strong> slopes<br />
of Mount Ida, I stopped frequently to<br />
look back at <strong>the</strong> smouldering ruin of<br />
Troy and <strong>the</strong> great pall of heavy<br />
black smoke which hung lazily above<br />
it. I couldn't understand why Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Zeus had decided to allow such a great<br />
city to fall headlong into <strong>the</strong> dust.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> seemed to be no justice in it and<br />
my heart was heavy as I looked down<br />
on those once great walls which had<br />
been built by Poseidon himself.<br />
Even from <strong>the</strong> distance I could see<br />
<strong>the</strong> victorious Achaians hauling <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
booty down to <strong>the</strong>ir ships while <strong>the</strong>
wind, in snatches, carried <strong>the</strong> sound<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir joy and laughter to w<strong>here</strong> we<br />
stood. But for us <strong>the</strong>re was now<strong>here</strong><br />
to go and so we were obliged to allow<br />
ourselves be guided by heaven. With<br />
our great city gone in a single night,<br />
we had no option but to look for a<br />
new home in some place which was<br />
as yet unpeopled. Over <strong>the</strong> following<br />
months, <strong>the</strong> Achaians sailed away<br />
with <strong>the</strong>ir slaves and <strong>the</strong>ir booty and<br />
some of us went back to <strong>the</strong> ruined<br />
city to see what we could scavenge.<br />
The tools and o<strong>the</strong>r assorted odds<br />
and ends we ga<strong>the</strong>red enabled us to<br />
build a fleet under <strong>the</strong> shadow of<br />
Antandros, which is a forested<br />
mountain in <strong>the</strong> range of Ida. But<br />
although we were all uncertain of our<br />
fate and w<strong>here</strong> it might lead us,<br />
everyone agreed that <strong>the</strong>re was no
point in trying to rebuild <strong>the</strong> city and<br />
that it would be better for all of us if<br />
we went in search of a new home.<br />
'T<strong>here</strong> was no point in staying<br />
because even though <strong>the</strong> Achaians<br />
had gone, Troy was now a dangerous<br />
place as we Trojans weren't <strong>the</strong> only<br />
people who were picking through its<br />
ruins. Scavengers had arrived from<br />
far and wide and battles raged every<br />
day as men fought among <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
over even <strong>the</strong> most worthless of<br />
trinkets. But, as we constructed our<br />
fleet winter turned into spring and<br />
when early summer was upon us, my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r bid us spread our sails and let<br />
destiny point <strong>the</strong> way. Our fleet had<br />
been completed and loaded with<br />
everything we had been able to rescue<br />
from <strong>the</strong> ruins and so, after one a last<br />
tearful look at my country's shores,
her harbours and those plains which<br />
<strong>the</strong> blackened ruins of Troy had once<br />
dominated, I gave <strong>the</strong> order to set sail.<br />
We were a band of vanquished people<br />
and so <strong>the</strong>re was nothing for us to do<br />
but haul up <strong>the</strong> stones which<br />
anchored our ships and allow<br />
ourselves to drift out into <strong>the</strong> deep.<br />
'Not too far away was a land<br />
which was tilled by <strong>the</strong> Thracians<br />
and ruled over by Lycurgus, a king<br />
who held savage sway over his<br />
people. In <strong>the</strong> past he had been bound<br />
to Troy by ties of hospitality and so it<br />
was to <strong>here</strong> that I first decided to go<br />
and we began our search for a new<br />
home by sailing along <strong>the</strong> Thracian<br />
coastline in <strong>the</strong> hope of finding a place<br />
w<strong>here</strong> we could commence building<br />
a new nation; <strong>the</strong> Anaeadae, after my<br />
own name.
'After we landed in a likely spot,<br />
I began by making a sacrifice to<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, my mo<strong>the</strong>r and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
gods and asking that <strong>the</strong>y might bless<br />
<strong>the</strong> work I had begun. But just as I<br />
was getting ready to slay a bull of<br />
shining whiteness, I noticed a mound<br />
nearby. Its top was covered with<br />
plants of cornel and myrtle which<br />
bristled with spear like wands. I went<br />
up to this mound and, after a look<br />
around, tried to pull one of <strong>the</strong> smaller<br />
trees from <strong>the</strong> ground so that I<br />
might have a leafy shade for <strong>the</strong> altar<br />
I had built. But as I hauled on <strong>the</strong><br />
stem I saw portent which was both<br />
dreadful and marvellous to tell. This<br />
first tree which I pulled from <strong>the</strong><br />
ground began to bleed a thick black<br />
blood which stained <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
around my feet with gore. A
freezing shudder passed through my<br />
frame and chilled my blood with<br />
fright. But I wasn't deterred and so<br />
tried to pull a second tree from <strong>the</strong><br />
ground and thus probe this mystery<br />
to <strong>the</strong> bottom. But as surely as <strong>the</strong><br />
bark of <strong>the</strong> first tree bled black<br />
blood, <strong>the</strong> second did <strong>the</strong> same.<br />
After thinking <strong>the</strong> matter over I called<br />
on <strong>the</strong> nymphs of <strong>the</strong> wood and<br />
Gradivus, patron of <strong>the</strong> land of<br />
Thrace, and asked that <strong>the</strong>y might<br />
duly turn <strong>the</strong> appearance to good and<br />
make <strong>the</strong> heavy omen light. But<br />
when I came to tear up a third tree, I<br />
strained with my feet against <strong>the</strong> sand<br />
and, ought I to tell <strong>the</strong> tale or hold my<br />
peace? As <strong>the</strong> tree began coming up<br />
from <strong>the</strong> ground I heard a lamentable<br />
groan from <strong>the</strong> bottom of <strong>the</strong> mound<br />
and <strong>the</strong> sound of a human voice
eached my ears. "Why, Anaeas,<br />
mangle a wretch like me?" It said.<br />
"Leave me in peace in my grave and<br />
spare those pious hands of yours. It<br />
is no alien's blood that is trickling<br />
from <strong>the</strong> stems of <strong>the</strong>se trees. Ah!<br />
fly from this land of cruelty. Fly<br />
at once from this shore of greed.<br />
For I am Polydorus and <strong>here</strong> I lie,<br />
pierced through by a spear and buried<br />
under this shabby mound which now<br />
sprouts a growing crop of trees which<br />
look like sharp javelins."<br />
'I was overcome by terror and so<br />
aghast that my hair stood on end. I<br />
had known Polydorus and knew that<br />
after Hector's death, when King Priam<br />
had begun to despair of his city's<br />
safety, he had sent Polydorus to<br />
Thrace with a vast amount of gold<br />
for safe keeping. But <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>
Achaians had raided Thrace and<br />
Lycurgus, instead of trying to defend<br />
his city, broke his ties with Troy and<br />
joined King Agamenmon. Lycurgus<br />
had obviously <strong>the</strong>n murdered<br />
Polydorus and taken possession of <strong>the</strong><br />
gold. He might even have shared<br />
it with <strong>the</strong> Achaians! Ah, curse <strong>the</strong><br />
lust of gold! What will <strong>the</strong> heart of<br />
a man not do for it? However, after<br />
my cold shuddering had ceased I<br />
went and told my fa<strong>the</strong>r of what had<br />
happened and asked for his advice.<br />
He, however, thought that before<br />
committing himself to a decision it<br />
would be better if he went and<br />
discussed <strong>the</strong> matter with <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
elders. It was some time <strong>the</strong>refore,<br />
before he returned and when he did he<br />
informed me that <strong>the</strong> elders were<br />
all of <strong>the</strong> same mind. We should
depart immediately from <strong>the</strong> land of<br />
this crime because our future would<br />
best be served by leaving <strong>the</strong> home<br />
of violated friendship and risking<br />
our fleet in <strong>the</strong> gales which beckoned<br />
it. But before leaving we gave<br />
Polydorus a solemn funeral. We<br />
rebuilt his mound after which <strong>the</strong><br />
daughters of Troy, <strong>the</strong>ir hair unbound<br />
in mourner fashion, offered bowls of<br />
new milk and dishes of consecrated<br />
meat to <strong>the</strong> gods so that his spirit<br />
might at last find peace.<br />
'As <strong>the</strong> water looked friendly and<br />
smooth, once <strong>the</strong> funeral rites had<br />
been completed we allowed <strong>the</strong><br />
south's gentle breeze to once more<br />
waft us out to sea w<strong>here</strong>upon <strong>the</strong><br />
crews hauled up <strong>the</strong> sails and <strong>the</strong><br />
land began to disappear quickly into<br />
<strong>the</strong> horizon. But w<strong>here</strong> were we to
go? I had heard of a sacred island<br />
which was <strong>the</strong> favourite of <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Nereids and also of <strong>the</strong> gods<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Aegean. A long time ago it had<br />
drifted aimlessly through <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
islands until one day <strong>the</strong> Heavenly<br />
Archer had moored it to <strong>the</strong> rocks of<br />
Mykonos and Gyaros and by doing<br />
so turned it into a fixed dwelling<br />
place which could at last laugh at <strong>the</strong><br />
winds. After some thought, it was to<br />
<strong>the</strong>re I decided to go as I knew it had<br />
a sheltered harbour which could give<br />
my crews some rest. When we landed<br />
on this island we began by<br />
worshipping at <strong>the</strong> temple of<br />
Apollo but <strong>the</strong>n, to our surprise,<br />
King Anius, a king of men who was<br />
also a priest of Phoebus Apollo,<br />
came running down to <strong>the</strong> shore. He<br />
was an old friend of my fa<strong>the</strong>r's and
so, after greeting us warmly, he<br />
begged us to enter his home and enjoy<br />
<strong>the</strong> hospitality of his house.<br />
But before leaving <strong>the</strong> temple<br />
which had been built of ancient<br />
stone I prayed. 'Give us, Lord of<br />
Thymbra, a home which we can call<br />
our own. We are a weary people and<br />
need a walled city which will be a<br />
home to us, our children and our<br />
children's children. Also keep from<br />
ruin <strong>the</strong> new Pergamos which will<br />
hold within it all that was left after<br />
<strong>the</strong> first was sacked by <strong>the</strong> Achaians.<br />
You, who are our guide, w<strong>here</strong> would<br />
you have us go? I beg you to tell us.<br />
W<strong>here</strong> shall we build our new home?<br />
Give us a response, Great Fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
and fill our needy souls with your<br />
munificence.<br />
'I had scarcely spoken <strong>the</strong>se
words when <strong>the</strong>re suddenly came a<br />
trembling upon <strong>the</strong> whole place.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> was a stirring which shook <strong>the</strong><br />
temple, <strong>the</strong> bay and even <strong>the</strong> mountain<br />
itself. We were all terrified by this<br />
event but, when <strong>the</strong> door of <strong>the</strong> shrine<br />
flew open of its own accord, we all<br />
prostrated ourselves on <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
and a voice wafted to our ears: "Sons<br />
of Dardanos, you must be strong and<br />
endure because <strong>the</strong> land which first<br />
gave you birth shall one day welcome<br />
you home and restore you to its<br />
fruitful bosom. Seek for that land,<br />
which is <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r of your race,<br />
until you find her, for <strong>the</strong>re it is that<br />
<strong>the</strong> house of Anaeas shall set up<br />
a kingdom which shall become a<br />
ruler of nations." Thus spoke <strong>the</strong><br />
voice of Phoebus Apollo and, when<br />
we recovered our wits, we all jumped
up in joy and excitedly asked each<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r what city he was speaking about<br />
and whe<strong>the</strong>r Phoebus was calling<br />
<strong>the</strong> wanderers and bidding <strong>the</strong>m<br />
return. Then my fa<strong>the</strong>r, in <strong>the</strong><br />
tradition of men of old, pointed out to<br />
sea and cried "Listen! Survivors of<br />
Troy and learn w<strong>here</strong> your hopes lie.<br />
Crete lies over <strong>the</strong>re in <strong>the</strong> midst of<br />
<strong>the</strong> deep and is an island of Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Zeus. It is not too far from Mount Ida<br />
and so it is <strong>the</strong> cradle of our race. It<br />
is a realm of plenty and has a<br />
hundred cities. It was from <strong>the</strong>re that<br />
our first fa<strong>the</strong>r, Teucer, if I rightly<br />
recall what I have heard, came to <strong>the</strong><br />
Rhoetean coast and fixed on <strong>the</strong> site<br />
of Ilios as his empire. The city of<br />
Troy had not yet been built and so,<br />
in <strong>the</strong> beginning, our people lived on<br />
<strong>the</strong> plains and in <strong>the</strong> mountains. Our
ancestors were dwellers on Mount<br />
Cybele and so let us follow to w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> finger of heaven points. But first<br />
let us propitiate <strong>the</strong> winds with a<br />
sacrifice and make for <strong>the</strong> realm of<br />
Gnossus. The voyage is not long from<br />
<strong>here</strong> and if Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus is with us, on<br />
<strong>the</strong> third day we will land our fleet on<br />
<strong>the</strong> Cretan shore." After this he<br />
arranged for a proper sacrifice to be<br />
made: a bull to Poseidon, a bull to<br />
Phoebus Apollo, a black lamb to<br />
Aeolus, king of <strong>the</strong> tempests and<br />
howling winds and a white one to<br />
Zephyr, lord of <strong>the</strong> friendly winds<br />
and gentle breezes.<br />
'Crete was <strong>the</strong> realm of King<br />
Idomeneus and so normally it would<br />
have been an island to avoid, but we<br />
knew that he and his people had<br />
been driven from <strong>the</strong>ir parental home
and that <strong>the</strong> whole island was<br />
abandoned. All <strong>the</strong> houses were<br />
empty and so <strong>the</strong>re would be no<br />
enemy to receive us <strong>the</strong>re.<br />
Consequently, after enjoying <strong>the</strong><br />
hospitality of King Anius for many<br />
months, a time which was, perhaps,<br />
longer than it should have been, we<br />
left Ortygia's harbour and flew<br />
through seas which were thick with<br />
islands. We passed <strong>the</strong> mountains of<br />
Naxos, green Donysa, Olearos, and<br />
snowy Paros and, as we went, <strong>the</strong> men<br />
shouted with happiness as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
struggled to make <strong>the</strong> ships run<br />
faster and each encouraged <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r. "For Crete" <strong>the</strong>y cried, "and<br />
our forefa<strong>the</strong>rs home!" A gentle wind<br />
from <strong>the</strong> stern helped us on our way<br />
and on <strong>the</strong> morning of <strong>the</strong> third day,<br />
<strong>the</strong> time honoured shore of Crete
hove into view.<br />
'After sailing around <strong>the</strong> island<br />
several times we eventually chose a<br />
site for our new home and began by<br />
raising <strong>the</strong> city walls. We called<br />
our new city Pergamia because a new<br />
nation should always be proud to<br />
bear <strong>the</strong> name of <strong>the</strong> old and, as we<br />
worked, I encouraged <strong>the</strong> people to<br />
love both hearth and home and also<br />
to build a citadel with a roof for our<br />
sacred belongings. The ships were<br />
hauled up onto <strong>the</strong> beach and, as <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was no thought of sailing onwards,<br />
<strong>the</strong> people busied <strong>the</strong>mselves with<br />
tilling <strong>the</strong> soil and getting married.<br />
But, one day, after many seasons, as<br />
<strong>the</strong> city was growing and I was<br />
appointing laws for <strong>the</strong> people to<br />
live by, <strong>the</strong>re came upon <strong>the</strong> people<br />
a sickness which wasted <strong>the</strong>ir bodies
and also blighted <strong>the</strong> trees and crops.<br />
For a whole year <strong>the</strong>re was nothing<br />
but death among us and men were<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r leaving <strong>the</strong> lives <strong>the</strong>y loved or<br />
dragging bodies which burdened<br />
<strong>the</strong>m w<strong>here</strong>ver <strong>the</strong>y went. Every plant<br />
was also sickening and would not<br />
yield its food and so eventually, my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r told us to return to <strong>the</strong> oracle<br />
of Phoebus and beg for grace. He<br />
also told us to ask Phoebus what was<br />
in store for our over-toiled fortunes.<br />
But on <strong>the</strong> night before we set off<br />
for <strong>the</strong> oracle, when all living things<br />
were in <strong>the</strong> power of sleep and I<br />
myself reposed in <strong>the</strong> arms of<br />
slumber, I saw <strong>the</strong> sacred images<br />
which I had brought with me from<br />
blazing Troy standing before me in a<br />
flood of light w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> full moon<br />
was streaming in through <strong>the</strong>
windows of my house. Then, ba<strong>the</strong>d<br />
in this glorious light, <strong>the</strong>y began to<br />
address me. "The answer," <strong>the</strong>y said,<br />
"which Apollo is going to give you<br />
when you reach Ortygia, he delivers<br />
now. He has sent us to your very door<br />
for we have been <strong>the</strong> followers of your<br />
fortune since your sacred city sank in<br />
flames and have guided your fleet<br />
over <strong>the</strong> water. We are <strong>the</strong> ones who<br />
will raise <strong>the</strong> star of <strong>the</strong> posterity<br />
which will follow you and crown<br />
our city with imperial sway. It is<br />
your destiny to build mighty walls for<br />
mighty dwellers and you must not<br />
abandon <strong>the</strong> task because of <strong>the</strong><br />
terrible hardships you face. You<br />
must change your settlement for it was<br />
not to this coast <strong>the</strong> oracle guided you.<br />
It was not in Crete that Apollo bade<br />
you rest. No, <strong>the</strong>re is a place which
is known as Hesperia, a land with a<br />
long history and which is strong in<br />
both arms and in <strong>the</strong> fruitfulness of<br />
its soil. It is settled by <strong>the</strong> Oenotrians<br />
and is now called Italy after <strong>the</strong> name<br />
of one of its leaders. That is our true<br />
home for from <strong>the</strong>re sprang Dardanos<br />
and fa<strong>the</strong>r Iasius, <strong>the</strong> first founder of<br />
our line. So rise up now and tell of<br />
this glad tale to your aged fa<strong>the</strong>r. Tell<br />
him he is to look for Corythus and<br />
<strong>the</strong> county of Ausonia as Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus<br />
bars you from <strong>the</strong> fields of Dicte."<br />
I was astonished by <strong>the</strong> visions<br />
and voices from heaven, for sleep<br />
it was not. I had clearly seen <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
faces, <strong>the</strong>ir wrea<strong>the</strong>d locks of hair and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir heavenly features. But as I sat<br />
up in my bed I began to shiver and a<br />
cold sweat began trickling down my<br />
whole frame. But instead of giving in
to <strong>the</strong> fear which threatened to engulf<br />
me, I leapt from my bed and, lifting<br />
my upturned hands to heaven, I<br />
prayed and gave thanks for <strong>the</strong><br />
message.<br />
'The prayer having been made I<br />
went to wake my fa<strong>the</strong>r so I could<br />
inform him of what had happened<br />
and also give him <strong>the</strong> details; from<br />
first to last. After hearing me out he<br />
agreed with what <strong>the</strong> gods had said<br />
and admitted that he had been in<br />
error when he said <strong>the</strong> oracle had<br />
referred to <strong>the</strong> island of Crete. "My<br />
son," he <strong>the</strong>n said, "who has suffered<br />
and learnt from <strong>the</strong> destiny of Troy,<br />
Kassandra's was <strong>the</strong> one voice which<br />
used to tell me of this. Now I recall<br />
that this was <strong>the</strong> fortune she spoke<br />
about as appointed for our line. She<br />
frequently said Hesperia was <strong>the</strong> land
of our future and sometimes even<br />
referred to it as <strong>the</strong> land of Italy. But<br />
in those days who would have<br />
believed that we could reach <strong>the</strong><br />
Hesperian shore? Also, who ever<br />
believed anything Kassandra said?<br />
Remember when she told us what<br />
would happen if we brought <strong>the</strong><br />
Argive horse into Troy? We all<br />
laughed and <strong>the</strong>re were those who<br />
even jeered at her. But now let us<br />
give way to what Apollo has said<br />
and follow <strong>the</strong> new course."<br />
'The next day he put this proposal<br />
to <strong>the</strong> people and all were delighted<br />
with <strong>the</strong> idea of leaving our sickly<br />
settlement and so with joy, those of us<br />
who were strong enough, hauled <strong>the</strong><br />
ships back into <strong>the</strong> water and loaded<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with whatever we could. Then,<br />
as <strong>the</strong> healthy rowed and <strong>the</strong> ships
egan to nose <strong>the</strong>ir way out of <strong>the</strong> bay<br />
we had once hoped to make our<br />
home, I looked back and thought with<br />
sorrow of <strong>the</strong> dead we had left behind.<br />
Once clear of <strong>the</strong> bay a gentle breeze<br />
blew up and so, giving thanks to <strong>the</strong><br />
Zephyrs, we raised our sails once<br />
more and began to fly over <strong>the</strong> marble<br />
sea. 'However, as soon as we had<br />
gained <strong>the</strong> deep water and <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
no more land to be seen, <strong>the</strong>re came<br />
a murky storm cloud which slowly<br />
darkened <strong>the</strong> sky above us. It wasn't<br />
long before <strong>the</strong> angry winds of King<br />
Aeolus fell upon us and, in <strong>the</strong>ir fury,<br />
began raising <strong>the</strong> seas to <strong>the</strong> heights<br />
of mountains. Lightening bolts from<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus began flashing from <strong>the</strong><br />
dark clouds which blotted out <strong>the</strong><br />
light of day and also tried to sink our
ships by pouring endless amounts of<br />
water into <strong>the</strong>m. The men, most of<br />
whom had been weakened by <strong>the</strong><br />
sickness, were unable to keep <strong>the</strong><br />
prow of <strong>the</strong>ir ships pointing into <strong>the</strong><br />
wind and so we were at <strong>the</strong> mercy of<br />
<strong>the</strong> winds and waves and, such was<br />
<strong>the</strong> blackness which engulfed us, we<br />
lost all sense of direction and had no<br />
idea of to w<strong>here</strong> we might be being<br />
blown. For three terrible days we<br />
were tossed about on <strong>the</strong> water and<br />
never was <strong>the</strong>re a sight of <strong>the</strong> sun or<br />
a star to give us guidance. But on <strong>the</strong><br />
fourth day, at last, we saw land on<br />
<strong>the</strong> horizon with mountains which<br />
brea<strong>the</strong>d curling smoke from <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
tips. At this every man, no matter<br />
how sick he was, took his seat on<br />
<strong>the</strong> benches and picked up his oar<br />
and, straining every muscle, he
struggled to bring us through <strong>the</strong><br />
swelling seas and into <strong>the</strong> shelter of<br />
<strong>the</strong> land.<br />
'When we finally found shelter in<br />
<strong>the</strong> lee of <strong>the</strong> mountains we realized<br />
we had been welcomed by <strong>the</strong> coast<br />
of an island which <strong>the</strong> Argives called<br />
Strophades and which is in <strong>the</strong> great<br />
Ionian chain. It was in this island that,<br />
ever since <strong>the</strong> doors of Phineus had<br />
been closed to <strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
driven from <strong>the</strong> home which once fed<br />
<strong>the</strong>m, Calaeno and <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong><br />
Harpies had made <strong>the</strong>ir home.<br />
Never had Heaven sent <strong>the</strong> world a<br />
fiercer plague and in our despair,<br />
we wondered whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>re could be<br />
a more unhappy portent than this, for<br />
<strong>the</strong> Harpies were birds with <strong>the</strong> face<br />
of a young maiden, but it was a<br />
horrid, pallid face which looked as if
it was forever starving. On top of this<br />
<strong>the</strong>y had fierce crooked talons and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir saliva emitted a foul smell which<br />
took a long time to dissipate.<br />
'Never<strong>the</strong>less, once we entered<br />
a sheltered bay we saw luxuriant<br />
herds of fat oxen grazing contentedly<br />
on <strong>the</strong> shore and well fed goats<br />
nibbling at <strong>the</strong> long grass. T<strong>here</strong> was<br />
no one to tend <strong>the</strong>m and so we<br />
immediately jumped ashore with<br />
some large knives in our hands and<br />
invited <strong>the</strong> gods and even Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus<br />
himself to share in <strong>the</strong> coming feast.<br />
The creatures were very docile and<br />
so in a very short time we had piled<br />
a large number of slaughtered<br />
animals on <strong>the</strong> shore and entertained<br />
ourselves with joyful talk of <strong>the</strong><br />
wonderful food we were about to eat.<br />
'But suddenly, with an appalling
screech, <strong>the</strong> Harpies swooped down<br />
on us from <strong>the</strong> hills. The wings of<br />
<strong>the</strong>se dreadful birds made a terrible<br />
noise as <strong>the</strong>y flapped around us and<br />
began tearing at <strong>the</strong> food we had been<br />
preparing and spoiling it with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
filthy smells. But unwilling to do<br />
without <strong>the</strong> feast we had been<br />
looking forward to, once <strong>the</strong>se birds<br />
had flown away we again set up <strong>the</strong><br />
tables and lit <strong>the</strong> fires. But this time<br />
we set <strong>the</strong>m up under a hollow rock<br />
which was protected by trees with<br />
plenty of crisp foliage. However, no<br />
sooner had we got <strong>the</strong> fire going and<br />
set up new altars for our libations<br />
when, out of <strong>the</strong>ir hidden lair,<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r flock of Harpies came rushing<br />
down on us. The trees and <strong>the</strong> rock<br />
were no shelter for us and <strong>the</strong>y rushed<br />
around on this side and that grabbing
at our food with <strong>the</strong>ir hooked talons<br />
and tainting it with <strong>the</strong>ir loathsome<br />
saliva. This was too much and so as<br />
soon as this flock of birds had flown<br />
back to its lair I ordered my comrades<br />
to get <strong>the</strong>ir swords, shields and spears<br />
so that next time <strong>the</strong> birds attacked our<br />
food, we could cut <strong>the</strong>m to pieces.<br />
So my men went back to <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
and came back with <strong>the</strong>ir weapons<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y put down in <strong>the</strong> grass by<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y stood and we began once<br />
again to get <strong>the</strong> food ready for<br />
cooking. But no sooner were we<br />
cutting up those carcasses which were<br />
still untainted when <strong>the</strong> Harpies<br />
attacked us again. This time, however,<br />
every man picked up his sword and<br />
shield and began slashing at <strong>the</strong><br />
birds as <strong>the</strong>y flew around our heads.<br />
But no matter how much we slashed
at <strong>the</strong>m, our blades would not pierce<br />
<strong>the</strong> skin of <strong>the</strong>se foul creatures,<br />
though <strong>the</strong>y did take fright and,<br />
leaving much stinking, half eaten food<br />
behind, flew off into <strong>the</strong> sky. But one<br />
of <strong>the</strong>m flew to <strong>the</strong> top of a high rock<br />
which was nearby and gave vent to<br />
human words. "What is this? War?"<br />
She cried in a shrill voice. "Are you<br />
going to make war on us for <strong>the</strong> sake<br />
of a few oxen? Are you trying to<br />
expel us blameless Harpies from our<br />
home? Take <strong>the</strong>n into your minds<br />
<strong>the</strong>se words of mine and print <strong>the</strong>m<br />
<strong>the</strong>re, sons of Dardanos. T<strong>here</strong> is a<br />
prophecy which Almighty Zeus has<br />
imparted to Phoebus Apollo and<br />
Phoebus Apollo to me and I, <strong>the</strong> chief<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Harpies, now make known<br />
to you. For Italy, I know, you are<br />
crowding all sail. Well <strong>the</strong> winds shall
sometimes be at your call as you go<br />
and sometimes not. But in time,<br />
although you will be free to enter its<br />
harbours, you shall not build walls<br />
around your fated city until after you<br />
have suffered a great hunger for <strong>the</strong><br />
murderous wrong you have just done<br />
us. Such will be your hunger that, in<br />
desperation, you will even gnaw at<br />
your tables."<br />
'Having said this she flapped her<br />
wings and rose quickly up into <strong>the</strong><br />
sky and out of our sight. But for my<br />
comrades <strong>the</strong>se words curdled <strong>the</strong><br />
blood in <strong>the</strong>ir veins and <strong>the</strong>ir hearts<br />
failed <strong>the</strong>m. "No more arms," cried<br />
a man called Alfred, "We sue for<br />
grace with vows and prayers,<br />
regardless of whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> creatures<br />
are goddesses or just loathsome<br />
birds." My fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>n turned his face
to <strong>the</strong> sea and spreading out his arms,<br />
he prayed out loud: "Great gods!" He<br />
cried. "Protect us from <strong>the</strong>se menaces!<br />
Use your blessing as a shield and<br />
protect your worshippers from<br />
disaster." Then he told us to leave<br />
<strong>the</strong> all food we had ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />
untouched, lift up <strong>the</strong> stones which<br />
anchored our ships and take our seats<br />
once more on <strong>the</strong> benches.<br />
Once clear of <strong>the</strong> dreadful island<br />
and in <strong>the</strong> open sea we found <strong>the</strong><br />
fierce winds had abated and so we<br />
hoisted our sails and scudded along in<br />
front of a brisk, favourable breeze.<br />
But although we made good speed,<br />
to w<strong>here</strong> we were headed we did not<br />
know. However, as we scudded<br />
along we saw in <strong>the</strong> distance <strong>the</strong><br />
woods of Zacynthos, <strong>the</strong> islands of<br />
Dulichium and Samos and <strong>the</strong> tall
cliffs of Neritos. We <strong>the</strong>n flew past<br />
<strong>the</strong> rocks of Ithica, <strong>the</strong> realm of<br />
Laertes and, as we did so, we<br />
brea<strong>the</strong>d a curse on <strong>the</strong> land which<br />
had nursed <strong>the</strong> hard heart of Odysseus<br />
who, from what we had heard, had<br />
still not returned to his home. Those<br />
of us who had fought <strong>the</strong> Achaian foe<br />
on <strong>the</strong> plains of Ilios and in front of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Skaian gates were delighted with<br />
<strong>the</strong> news and <strong>the</strong>re were more than a<br />
few who wished him dead. After<br />
Ithica came <strong>the</strong> storm capped peaks<br />
of Leucata which, because of <strong>the</strong><br />
surrounding rocks, were a terror to<br />
sailors in bad wea<strong>the</strong>r. In our<br />
weariness, we made for this place<br />
anyway and, after entering <strong>the</strong><br />
harbour of <strong>the</strong> little town which had<br />
been built into <strong>the</strong> hills overlooking<br />
<strong>the</strong> bay, we threw out our anchors and
let <strong>the</strong> tide turn our sterns out towards<br />
<strong>the</strong> wide sea.<br />
'Once we landed we made<br />
generous libations to Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus and<br />
set <strong>the</strong> altars ablaze with our promises<br />
of <strong>the</strong> things we would do if only he<br />
would guide us safely to Italy. But<br />
immediately after this, as we were so<br />
relieved at having passed through <strong>the</strong><br />
heart of our enemy in safety, we<br />
solemnised <strong>the</strong> shores of Actium by<br />
playing <strong>the</strong> native games of Troy.<br />
Besides a game of spicket, which<br />
everyone enjoyed, o<strong>the</strong>r men<br />
stripped, made <strong>the</strong>ir bodies slippery<br />
with olive oil, and practised <strong>the</strong> style<br />
of wrestling we had enjoyed in<br />
happier times. Then, after five days<br />
of much fun, we settled down on<br />
this land and decided that, for a while<br />
at least, it would be better if we
stayed. The mighty year rolled<br />
round and everybody's health<br />
improved. Spring turned into summer<br />
and summer into autumn. But when<br />
<strong>the</strong> icy winter arrived on winds from<br />
<strong>the</strong> north and made <strong>the</strong> seas rough,<br />
I took a shield of brass, once borne by<br />
<strong>the</strong> great Abas, and fastened it to<br />
<strong>the</strong> temple gate and solemnised my<br />
deed with <strong>the</strong>se words: "These arms<br />
which were won from our Achaian<br />
conquerors are an offering from<br />
Anaeas." After this, despite <strong>the</strong> fact<br />
it was winter, I gave <strong>the</strong> word that it<br />
was time to take to <strong>the</strong> benches and<br />
depart from this heaven.<br />
'I could not fathom why I had<br />
done such a thing during winter but,<br />
as we drew out from our shelter, each<br />
man vied with his neighbour to sweep<br />
<strong>the</strong> marble surface with his polished
pine and drive <strong>the</strong> ships forward. In<br />
due course <strong>the</strong> airy summits of <strong>the</strong><br />
Phaeacian land and <strong>the</strong> coast of<br />
Epirus sank into <strong>the</strong> horizon and we<br />
made our way towards <strong>the</strong> Chaonian<br />
haven, w<strong>here</strong> stood Buthrotum's lofty<br />
tower.<br />
'However, when we arrived in<br />
Chaonia we heard a rumour of events<br />
which defied belief. Helenus, son of<br />
King Priam, was reigning in an<br />
Argive city! He had gained <strong>the</strong> right<br />
to wear <strong>the</strong> crown of Neoptolemos,<br />
son of Achilles, and by all accounts<br />
had also married Andromache. That<br />
Andromache had been given again to<br />
a husband of her own nation was<br />
astonishing in itself, for I could not<br />
forget <strong>the</strong> last time I had seen her in<br />
King Priam's palace; shaking with<br />
fear and cradling little Astyanax in her
arms. At this news, which to be<br />
honest, I really didn't believe, my<br />
heart burned with a longing to find out<br />
more and, if what we had heard was<br />
true, learn all about this wondrous<br />
stroke of fortune.<br />
'Leaving <strong>the</strong> fleet in its harbour I<br />
climbed <strong>the</strong> hills and went into <strong>the</strong><br />
country at <strong>the</strong> very time Andromache<br />
had gone to <strong>the</strong> grove in which had<br />
been built a small stream to<br />
remember <strong>the</strong> Simois. She was<br />
celebrating a yearly banquet in which<br />
she tried to comfort <strong>the</strong> dead by<br />
invoking <strong>the</strong> memory of her Prince<br />
Hector in a tomb named after him.<br />
It was only an empty mound of green<br />
turf, but in this secluded grove she had<br />
consecrated two altars to her first<br />
husband so she might have <strong>the</strong><br />
privilege of weeping in private.
However, as soon as she saw me<br />
approaching dressed in <strong>the</strong> armour<br />
of Troy, she jumped up in terror and<br />
gave a piercing scream. Standing<br />
rooted to <strong>the</strong> spot she stared at me in<br />
silence while all <strong>the</strong> colour drained<br />
from her cheeks. Then she fainted.<br />
Despite all <strong>the</strong> help I tried to give, it<br />
was some time before she recovered<br />
her wits and was able to get back on<br />
her feet again. "Is it a real face that I<br />
see?" she cried, "Are those real lips<br />
which might bring me some news?<br />
Goddess-born, are you still among<br />
<strong>the</strong> living? If <strong>the</strong> blessed light has<br />
left you and you are but a vision of<br />
one who now resides in Hades' Halls,<br />
speak and tell me of my Hector?" As<br />
she spoke tears began flowing freely<br />
down her cheeks and <strong>the</strong> grove was<br />
filled with <strong>the</strong> sound of her sobs.
Such were my feelings it was almost<br />
impossible to answer her question,<br />
though eventually I managed to<br />
address her in broken and confused<br />
words. "Aye," I said. "Your eyes<br />
do not deceive you. I live, sure<br />
enough, and though I have been<br />
through <strong>the</strong> worst of fortunes, I am<br />
still hanging on to life. But what has<br />
happened to you who has fallen from<br />
<strong>the</strong> heights on which your first<br />
husband enthroned you? What smile<br />
has fortune got which is warm enough<br />
to brighten <strong>the</strong> life of Prince Hector's<br />
Andromache? Is it Neoptolemos' bed<br />
you are tending?"<br />
'At this she dropped her eyes and<br />
spoke with bated breath. "Oh, blessed<br />
be your coming." She said. "But<br />
blessed also be those daughters of<br />
Dardanos who were bidden to die
under Troy's lofty walls at <strong>the</strong> hands<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir foe. They were not taken<br />
captive so <strong>the</strong>y never became slaves<br />
and never had to serve <strong>the</strong> bed of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir conqueror. But we, after <strong>the</strong><br />
sacking of our city, were carried over<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea and none of us has stopped<br />
scorning <strong>the</strong> youthful insolence of<br />
Neoptolemos and his friends. I, <strong>the</strong><br />
slave mo<strong>the</strong>r of his child most of all.<br />
But not too long after <strong>the</strong> fall of Troy<br />
he went in quest of an alliance with<br />
Sparta and, having tired of me, he<br />
gave me over to Helenos. A slave<br />
woman to be <strong>the</strong> mate of a slave!<br />
However, fired by a desperate passion<br />
for a ravished bride and maddened<br />
by <strong>the</strong> frenzied fiend of crime,<br />
Helenos surprised Neoptolemos at <strong>the</strong><br />
altar which was dedicated to his fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
and slew him. Then, at Neoptolemos'
death, a portion of this kingdom<br />
passed to Helenos and he called <strong>the</strong><br />
fields Chaonian and <strong>the</strong> land itself<br />
Chaonia, from Chaon, <strong>the</strong>ir Trojan<br />
namesake. He also crowned <strong>the</strong>se<br />
heights, as you will see, with a new<br />
Pergamos. But what of you? What<br />
wind has shaped your destiny? What<br />
god has driven you to a coast which<br />
you knew not to be ours? What of<br />
your wife Cruesa? What of your<br />
boy Ascanius? Is he alive? Being as<br />
he is a son of Anaeas and a close<br />
relative of Hector's, does he yearn for<br />
<strong>the</strong> valour of <strong>the</strong> old days?"<br />
'Such were her sorrows that as <strong>the</strong><br />
questions poured from her lips she<br />
was unable to stop crying. But just at<br />
that moment, King Priam's noble son,<br />
Helenos, arrived from <strong>the</strong> city with a<br />
train of followers and such was his
delight at seeing his old friend again<br />
that, as soon as he had sent<br />
messengers to <strong>the</strong> ships with an<br />
invitation for all to come to his city,<br />
he took me straight to his home with<br />
many a tear interrupting <strong>the</strong> words<br />
which gushed from his lips.<br />
Approaching his city I recognised<br />
a miniature Troy with a Pergamos,<br />
a dry rivulet which had been made in<br />
memory of <strong>the</strong> Skamandros and,<br />
when we arrived at <strong>the</strong> walled city, I<br />
threw my arms round a replica of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Skaian gate and could not stop<br />
my tears. My Trojan comrades, when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y arrived, also broke into tears<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y saw this new Troy. But<br />
<strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> king bade us welcome and<br />
entertained us with a feast of meat,<br />
bread and o<strong>the</strong>r delicacies served on<br />
golden dishes and fine wine in golden,
jewel-encrusted goblets from which<br />
we did not hesitate to make copious<br />
libations to Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
heavenly gods.<br />
However, as <strong>the</strong> months passed<br />
quickly by, <strong>the</strong> breeze kept inviting<br />
us to set sail again and so one day I<br />
accosted Helenos, who was also a<br />
prophet, with <strong>the</strong>se words. "True<br />
Trojan born and interpreter of<br />
heaven's will, whom <strong>the</strong> gods have<br />
allowed to see things written in <strong>the</strong><br />
stars, understand <strong>the</strong> tongue of birds<br />
and also read <strong>the</strong> omens as <strong>the</strong>y fly<br />
overhead, I must tell you that <strong>the</strong><br />
augurs have spoken in auspicious<br />
words regarding <strong>the</strong> whole of my<br />
voyage and all <strong>the</strong> gods, with one<br />
voice, have urged me to make for<br />
Italy. Only one, Calaeno <strong>the</strong> Harpy,<br />
forebodes a strange future which is
horrible to tell for she cursed us with<br />
a fierce hunger before we can build<br />
our city. But tell me <strong>the</strong>n, what<br />
perils must I avoid and what<br />
tremendous hardships must I prepare<br />
myself for?"<br />
'At this Helenos took me by <strong>the</strong><br />
arm and led me to <strong>the</strong> temple of<br />
Phoebus Apollo. He began by<br />
imploring <strong>the</strong> favours of heaven with<br />
<strong>the</strong> sacrifice of several bullocks and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, taking his place at <strong>the</strong> altar, he<br />
sank his head into his chest for a<br />
considerable while before raising<br />
his eyes to heaven and beginning<br />
to speak with a voice not his own.<br />
'"Goddess-born," he said in a<br />
deep but strange voice. "that mighty<br />
blessings are upon you is clear<br />
beyond doubt, but I can only tell<br />
you a few things which might make
your journey through unknown<br />
waters safer. My speech is limited<br />
because Hera, <strong>the</strong> Queen of Heaven,<br />
forbids me from saying more. But first<br />
I will speak of Italy, which you think<br />
is close at hand and are ready, in your<br />
blindness, to rush to as quickly as you<br />
can. But before you can build a city<br />
in Italy your ships must first traverse<br />
<strong>the</strong> expanse of <strong>the</strong> Trinacrian<br />
waters, <strong>the</strong> Ausonian brine and <strong>the</strong><br />
spectral lake. You must also visit <strong>the</strong><br />
land of Aeaean Circe. You will<br />
know when it is time to begin building<br />
your city because you will see under<br />
an oak tree on <strong>the</strong> banks of a great<br />
river, an enormous swine which is as<br />
white a snow with a litter of thirty<br />
new born babes around her breasts;<br />
all as white as she is. That shall be<br />
<strong>the</strong> time and site for your city and
your assured rest from toil and<br />
trouble. Nor need you shudder at<br />
<strong>the</strong> prospect of gnawing your tables<br />
before you start to build your walls<br />
for Apollo will answer your prayers<br />
and find you a path. But as for <strong>the</strong><br />
line of <strong>the</strong> Italian coast and those<br />
islands which lie close by and are<br />
washed by <strong>the</strong> spray of our waters,<br />
from <strong>the</strong>se you must fly. Most of <strong>the</strong><br />
cities are peopled by our Argive<br />
enemies for it is <strong>here</strong> that King<br />
Idomeneus and his people, who have<br />
fled from Crete, have built new cities<br />
and now cultivate <strong>the</strong> Sallentine<br />
fields. Fur<strong>the</strong>r, when your fleet stands<br />
moored in a bay and you build altars<br />
on <strong>the</strong> land so you can make your<br />
vows, always shroud your head with<br />
a purple robe, lest while <strong>the</strong> hallowed<br />
fires are blazing and your worship of
<strong>the</strong> gods is yet unfinished, some<br />
enemy's eye might meet yours and<br />
make <strong>the</strong> omens void. This ritual<br />
must be maintained by both you and<br />
your comrades and also by <strong>the</strong><br />
children who are to follow you. But<br />
after you bypass Italy and are carried<br />
by <strong>the</strong> wind near <strong>the</strong> Sicilian coast<br />
and <strong>the</strong> narrow way of Pelorus is<br />
dimly open to you, make for <strong>the</strong><br />
left shore and avoid <strong>the</strong> right. This<br />
whole region was changed many<br />
centuries ago by a mighty convulsion.<br />
Legend has it that w<strong>here</strong>as <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
once only a single country, now <strong>the</strong>re<br />
are two as <strong>the</strong> sea rushed in and cut<br />
off <strong>the</strong> Hesperian land from <strong>the</strong><br />
Sicilian. It was a time of great<br />
destruction as many great cities full<br />
of people were washed away by <strong>the</strong><br />
raging waters. The seaboards of <strong>the</strong>se
two countries are now parted by this<br />
narrow channel and <strong>the</strong> right hand<br />
coast is held by Scylla, while <strong>the</strong> left<br />
is held by <strong>the</strong> ever hungering<br />
Charybdis who, thrice a day, draws<br />
<strong>the</strong> huge waves down her precipitous<br />
throat and into her stomach and <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
in turn, she lifts <strong>the</strong> water up to <strong>the</strong><br />
sky so <strong>the</strong>y lash <strong>the</strong> stars with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
spray. But Scylla is confined in <strong>the</strong><br />
deep recesses of a cave from whence<br />
she thrusts out her mouths and tries<br />
to drag vessels onto her rocks. At<br />
her top is <strong>the</strong> face of a maiden with<br />
beauteous bosom while at bottom<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is an enormous, evil looking<br />
sea-monster. Better by far to take<br />
your chances with Charybdis for once<br />
you have been seen by <strong>the</strong> monster<br />
Scylla, you will not be able to stop<br />
yourself being dragged onto her rocks.
Moreover, if you give any credence<br />
to <strong>the</strong> tongue to which you now listen,<br />
if you look on <strong>the</strong>se words as<br />
Apollo's truth, <strong>the</strong>re is one thing,<br />
goddess-born, one thing which<br />
outweighs everything else and of this<br />
I will warn you again and again.<br />
When you build your altars, you must<br />
worship Hera <strong>the</strong> Queen of Heaven<br />
and chant your prayers to her because<br />
if you subdue that mighty empress<br />
by suppliant offerings, you will<br />
eventually leave Trinacria behind and<br />
be sped to <strong>the</strong> borders of Italy. But<br />
remember that she now prefers to<br />
called Juno and using this name<br />
when praying to her will always melt<br />
her heart, even if only for a little<br />
while. However, when you reach <strong>the</strong><br />
city of Cumae which is near <strong>the</strong><br />
haunted lake and <strong>the</strong> woods which
ustle over Avernus, you must visit<br />
<strong>the</strong> frenzied prophetess. She lives in<br />
her cavern under a rock and chants<br />
her fateful prophesies. All <strong>the</strong>se she<br />
writes on <strong>the</strong> leaves of a tree and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
she arranges <strong>the</strong>m in order and shuts<br />
<strong>the</strong>m up in her cave. They remain as<br />
she has left <strong>the</strong>m until <strong>the</strong> door of <strong>the</strong><br />
cave is opened and a breath of air<br />
moves <strong>the</strong> leaves and throws <strong>the</strong>m<br />
into disarray. But she never bo<strong>the</strong>rs to<br />
try and catch <strong>the</strong>m as <strong>the</strong>y fly about<br />
<strong>the</strong> cavern or restore <strong>the</strong>m to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
original positions, so <strong>the</strong> prophesy is<br />
lost. Because of this inquirers always<br />
retire with <strong>the</strong>ir doubts unsolved and<br />
hearts which store an undying hatred<br />
for this woman. Never<strong>the</strong>less, when<br />
you arrive, you must visit her<br />
immediately and insist that she herself<br />
chants <strong>the</strong> oracle and lets her words
flow like waters which cascade over<br />
a waterfall. Do not let anyone<br />
dissuade you from visiting her or<br />
encourage you to sail with a fair<br />
wind before you have done so because<br />
she shall tell you of <strong>the</strong> nations of<br />
Italy, <strong>the</strong> wars of <strong>the</strong> future and <strong>the</strong><br />
way to avoid peril or meet it head on<br />
and defeat it. Such are <strong>the</strong> counsels<br />
I am allowed to give you and so now<br />
you must go on your way and, by<br />
your own actions, return to <strong>the</strong> heights<br />
<strong>the</strong> greatness of Troy."<br />
'As soon as our seer had finished<br />
uttering <strong>the</strong>se words of kindness he<br />
returned to his normal self again and<br />
ordered gifts of gold, silver and<br />
carved ivory to be carried on board<br />
our ships. Also cauldrons of Dodona,<br />
a cuirass of chain mail made out of<br />
gold and a splendid helmet with a
cone and flowing crest which had<br />
once been owned by Neoptolemos<br />
and before him, by his fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Achilles. To my fa<strong>the</strong>r he gave two<br />
horses and also <strong>the</strong> loan of a guide<br />
who knew <strong>the</strong> local waters. But<br />
although my fa<strong>the</strong>r was greatly<br />
touched by this generosity, he was<br />
anxious not to wear out <strong>the</strong> patience<br />
of a fair wind and so gave <strong>the</strong> word<br />
to rig <strong>the</strong> fleet for sail. Before we<br />
left, Helenos, <strong>the</strong> interpreter of<br />
Phoebus, addressed him regally:<br />
"Anchises," he said, "graced with <strong>the</strong><br />
privilege of Aphrodite's love and in<br />
<strong>the</strong> special care of <strong>the</strong> gods who<br />
twice tried to save <strong>the</strong> Pergamos<br />
from fall: Look! T<strong>here</strong> lies Ausonia's<br />
land and for this you should make all<br />
sail. But <strong>the</strong> first part of this coast<br />
you must avoid for it has many
dangers and it is on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side<br />
that <strong>the</strong> part of Ausonia which<br />
Apollo revealed to you lies. Go on<br />
your way and give thanks to <strong>the</strong> gods<br />
for blessing you with a son so<br />
duteous! Now don't let me delay<br />
you with my talk and give <strong>the</strong> gales<br />
a chance to rise." At this<br />
Andromache, saddened with grief by<br />
<strong>the</strong> parting, presented little Ascanius<br />
with robes embroidered with pictures<br />
woven in gold and a Phrygian scarf.<br />
In fact she could not give him enough<br />
and, after loading his little arms with<br />
gifts of fine needle work, she spoke<br />
thus: "Take <strong>the</strong>se, dear boy, to be a<br />
memorial of what my hands can do.<br />
They are a token of my affection.<br />
Yes," she said thrusting even more<br />
gifts into his overloaded arms, "take<br />
<strong>the</strong>se presents as well as <strong>the</strong>y are <strong>the</strong>
last which your kin can bestow on<br />
you. Oh, sole surviving image of my<br />
own little Astyanax! Your eyes are<br />
his eyes, your hands are his hands and<br />
your face is his face. Ah, if only he<br />
was in bloom and growing to<br />
manhood by your side!"<br />
As she finished speaking she<br />
began to shed copious tears and I<br />
addressed my parting words to <strong>the</strong><br />
royal pair: "Live long and prosper as<br />
those for whom <strong>the</strong> book of Fortune<br />
is closed should. You have won your<br />
rest and have no expanse of sea to<br />
cross and no Ausonian mysteries to<br />
chase. Your eyes can happily look<br />
on replicas of <strong>the</strong> old Skamandros,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Pergamos and <strong>the</strong> Skaian Gate<br />
which your own hands have made.<br />
Made, I hope and pray, with happier<br />
auspices and less chance of a visit
from an enemy like <strong>the</strong> Achaians! If<br />
ever <strong>the</strong> day arrives when I enter <strong>the</strong><br />
River Tiber and look on <strong>the</strong> land<br />
which Fate has made over to my<br />
people, <strong>the</strong>n we will be two kindred<br />
cities. Two fraternal nations. One in<br />
Epirus and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r in Hesperia,<br />
both with a common founder;<br />
Dardanos, and a common history<br />
and both animated by one heart until<br />
at last <strong>the</strong>y become one Troy."<br />
'After this we set sail and<br />
passed under Ceraunia's neighbouring<br />
range whence <strong>the</strong>re is a way to Italy,<br />
<strong>the</strong> shortest course through <strong>the</strong> water.<br />
But <strong>the</strong>re was little wind and so we<br />
were forced to take to <strong>the</strong> benches.<br />
It was a tiring day and so as <strong>the</strong> sun<br />
began to sink into Ocean and <strong>the</strong><br />
mountains became veiled in shadow,<br />
we made for a beach and stretched
ourselves luxuriously on <strong>the</strong> earth<br />
while <strong>the</strong> relentless crashing of <strong>the</strong><br />
waves on <strong>the</strong> sand lulled us gently<br />
to sleep. But as sleep comforted our<br />
weary limbs and <strong>the</strong> early morning<br />
approached, Palinurus, with no<br />
thought of sloth, sprang from his bed<br />
and studied <strong>the</strong> feel of <strong>the</strong> wind. He<br />
also noted <strong>the</strong> stars as <strong>the</strong>y swam<br />
through <strong>the</strong> silent sky and paid<br />
particular attention to Areturus, <strong>the</strong><br />
showery Hades, <strong>the</strong> twin bears and<br />
Orion in his panoply of gold. When<br />
he saw <strong>the</strong>m all shining in a heaven<br />
of calm he woke us up and, after<br />
climbing aboard our ships once more,<br />
as <strong>the</strong> wind had freshened, we spread<br />
our sails and continued on our way.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> prows of our ships cut a<br />
path through <strong>the</strong> water once more, <strong>the</strong><br />
stars began to fade and dawn spread
her warming fingers across <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
when suddenly, in <strong>the</strong> distance we<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> dim hills and low plains of<br />
Italy. "Italy!" Achates was <strong>the</strong> first<br />
to cry. "Italy!" shouted <strong>the</strong> crews<br />
with joy. At <strong>the</strong>se joyful cries my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r filled a golden cup with wine<br />
and, standing on <strong>the</strong> stern, made a<br />
generous libation while praying to<br />
<strong>the</strong> gods. "Ye powers who live in<br />
heaven," he cried, "and who rule <strong>the</strong><br />
sea, land and wea<strong>the</strong>r; brea<strong>the</strong><br />
auspiciously on us and give us a fair<br />
wind and smooth passage."<br />
Almost immediately <strong>the</strong> breeze<br />
intensified and, as <strong>the</strong> land came<br />
nearer, we were able to make out <strong>the</strong><br />
temple of Minerva on its rocky<br />
heights. The bay itself was curved into<br />
an arch with a narrow mouth which<br />
had a barrier of cliffs on each side
against which crashed mighty waves.<br />
Seeing this my fa<strong>the</strong>r ordered <strong>the</strong> men<br />
to furl <strong>the</strong> sails and take to <strong>the</strong><br />
benches once more. Once through <strong>the</strong><br />
narrow mouth, <strong>the</strong> calmer waters of<br />
<strong>the</strong> bay welcomed our ships and we<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> temple itself set back some<br />
way from <strong>the</strong> shore. However, as we<br />
rowed towards <strong>the</strong> beach we could see<br />
four snowy white horses grazing in<br />
<strong>the</strong> grass by <strong>the</strong> shore and seeing <strong>the</strong>se<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r spoke out: "Trouble is<br />
likely for strangers <strong>here</strong> because those<br />
are horses of war. You can see <strong>the</strong>y<br />
have been trained to wear a harness<br />
and pull a chariot. Yes!" He cried,<br />
"But one day <strong>the</strong>re might be a hope<br />
of peace as well." With that he urged<br />
us to make haste and so we quickly<br />
built an altar on <strong>the</strong> shore and made<br />
our prayers to <strong>the</strong> sacred majesty of
Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne, Queen of <strong>the</strong> Clanging<br />
Arms and <strong>the</strong> first to welcome us in<br />
this, <strong>the</strong> hour of our joy. But <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
in deference to <strong>the</strong> order which<br />
Helenos had so earnestly impressed<br />
on us, we prayed to Juno, sister and<br />
consort of Zeus and Queen of<br />
Heaven. But as soon as our prayers<br />
were finished and without delaying<br />
for a moment, we returned to our<br />
ships because we dared not stay in a<br />
land we could not trust. As soon as<br />
we reached <strong>the</strong> open sea once more<br />
we hoisted our sails to <strong>the</strong> breeze<br />
and after many days our next sight of<br />
land was <strong>the</strong> bay of Tarentum and<br />
<strong>the</strong> city, which if <strong>the</strong> legend is true,<br />
was <strong>the</strong> city of Herakles. After that we<br />
passed Lacinium and <strong>the</strong> rocky<br />
towers of Caulon and Scylaceum; <strong>the</strong><br />
two wreckers of ships. Then as we
approached <strong>the</strong> narrow way of Pelorus<br />
we saw Trinacrian Aetna in <strong>the</strong><br />
distance and also heard <strong>the</strong> voice of<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea as it crashed furiously upon<br />
<strong>the</strong> nearby rocks. As we got closer<br />
to <strong>the</strong>se narrows we began to fear <strong>the</strong><br />
anger and turmoil of <strong>the</strong> waters and<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r called for caution. "No<br />
doubt," he called out loudly, "this is<br />
<strong>the</strong> Charybdis and just ahead are <strong>the</strong><br />
cliffs and frightful rocks of Helenos'<br />
song. Snatch us from <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
comrades, and pull on your oars as<br />
one man." The crew, realising <strong>the</strong><br />
danger, responded with a will and<br />
Palinurus was <strong>the</strong> first to turn his<br />
splashing prow towards <strong>the</strong> left and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> whole fleet followed suit with<br />
<strong>the</strong> polished pine of every oar dipping<br />
into <strong>the</strong> water as if <strong>the</strong>y were one.<br />
But such was <strong>the</strong> raging of <strong>the</strong> sea that
we went up on <strong>the</strong> back of a wave<br />
as if we were being lifted up to stars<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n suddenly, we fell down<br />
again as <strong>the</strong> water beneath us<br />
disappeared and we felt as if we were<br />
falling into <strong>the</strong> deepest regions of<br />
Hades' Halls. How many times this<br />
happened I cannot recall but each<br />
time <strong>the</strong> crashing of <strong>the</strong> waves on <strong>the</strong><br />
rocks nearby shouted in our ears and<br />
spoke of <strong>the</strong>ir hunger for <strong>the</strong> wood of<br />
our ships. We rowed with all <strong>the</strong><br />
energy we could and <strong>the</strong> foam which<br />
was splashed up from <strong>the</strong> rocks<br />
drenched us with so much spray, it<br />
became almost impossible to see<br />
w<strong>here</strong> we w<strong>here</strong> headed. Fear kept<br />
us heaving on our oars and very<br />
gradually we began to leave <strong>the</strong><br />
greatest part of <strong>the</strong> danger behind and<br />
<strong>the</strong> turmoil of <strong>the</strong> water subsided into
fierce swell. But <strong>the</strong>n, just as we<br />
had left this danger behind, <strong>the</strong> wind<br />
dropped and we were all so tired and<br />
spent, we allowed ourselves, in our<br />
ignorance, to drift to <strong>the</strong> land of <strong>the</strong><br />
Cyclops.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> it was, straight ahead a<br />
calm bay which, to our relief,<br />
sheltered us from both <strong>the</strong> wind and<br />
<strong>the</strong> waves. Once inside we became<br />
aware of Aetna thundering ominously<br />
and sending up to <strong>the</strong> sky a black<br />
cloud of soot, balls of fire and<br />
glowing ashes which seemed to lick<br />
<strong>the</strong> stars <strong>the</strong>mselves. Then, almost<br />
immediately after, Aetna threw up<br />
rocks which had once been buried in<br />
<strong>the</strong> deepest part of <strong>the</strong> mountain's<br />
bowels. The legend is that <strong>the</strong> body<br />
of Enceladus is being kept down by<br />
<strong>the</strong> mighty bulk and weight of Aetna
and so he brea<strong>the</strong>s out penal fire<br />
through channels inside <strong>the</strong> mountain<br />
and, as he shifts from side to side<br />
in his weariness, all Trinacria quakes<br />
and groans. But that night, as we<br />
sheltered in <strong>the</strong> woods on <strong>the</strong> shore<br />
of that calm and inviting bay, we<br />
endured a visitation of monstrous<br />
portents which we could hear but not<br />
see because of <strong>the</strong> cloud of soot and<br />
ash which hung over <strong>the</strong> island and<br />
imprisoned both <strong>the</strong> stars and <strong>the</strong><br />
moon.<br />
'In <strong>the</strong> morning, just as dawn was<br />
trying to force its way through <strong>the</strong><br />
blackness and we were getting ready<br />
for our breakfast, from out of <strong>the</strong><br />
woods came <strong>the</strong> strange figure of a<br />
man in terrible disarray and who had<br />
obviously had little or nothing to eat<br />
for a long time. He stretched out his
wasted, bony arms in supplication<br />
towards our ships, but, as we looked<br />
at him, his very sight was enough to<br />
make us shudder. His filthy beard<br />
trailed almost down to his feet and his<br />
emancipated body was covered by a<br />
tattered rag which was fastened at his<br />
breast with thorns. The rest of him,<br />
however, suggested an Argive who<br />
had once been to Troy with <strong>the</strong><br />
army of his nation. But when he<br />
looked from <strong>the</strong> ships to those of us<br />
who were ga<strong>the</strong>red on <strong>the</strong> beach and<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> armour and insignias of<br />
Troy, he faltered and began to draw<br />
back into <strong>the</strong> woods. But <strong>the</strong>n he<br />
checked his steps and staggered<br />
towards us crying loudly: "By <strong>the</strong><br />
stars and <strong>the</strong> powers above. By <strong>the</strong><br />
blessed light of heaven and <strong>the</strong> air we<br />
breath; I beg you to take me with
you and carry me to w<strong>here</strong>ver you<br />
will. T'will be enough! I know I was<br />
one of King Agamenmon's men and<br />
that I carried war into your Trojan<br />
homes, but if you look upon my crime<br />
as being so black, chop me into pieces<br />
and fling me piecemeal to <strong>the</strong> waves<br />
or else drown me in <strong>the</strong> sea for, if I<br />
am to die, <strong>the</strong>re will be pleasure in<br />
dying at <strong>the</strong> hands of men." His<br />
speech over he fell to <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
and grasped my ankles in<br />
supplication. However, I spoke gently<br />
to him and encouraged him to tell us<br />
who he was and why fortune had<br />
made him its sport. Then my fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
Anchises, after no long pause, gave<br />
<strong>the</strong> man his hand and promised we<br />
would not kill him.<br />
'Once he realized he would not<br />
be killed by his enemy <strong>the</strong> wretch
gained some confidence and<br />
clambered slowly to his feet. "I come<br />
from Ithica," he said in a weak and<br />
timid voice, "and was a comrade of<br />
Odysseus. My name is Achemenides<br />
and I joined <strong>the</strong> expedition to Troy<br />
because my fa<strong>the</strong>r, Adamastus, was<br />
extremely poor. Ah, would that his<br />
lot had remained mine! Here, in<br />
our hurry to leave <strong>the</strong> slaughterhouse,<br />
I tripped and my comrades,<br />
thinking only of <strong>the</strong>mselves, left me<br />
behind in <strong>the</strong> Cyclops' enormous den.<br />
Deep, dark and huge, it is a house of<br />
gore and bloody feasting. Its one-eyed<br />
master is so tall he strikes <strong>the</strong> stars<br />
with his head and is one on whom<br />
no eye can rest with pleasure and no<br />
tongue would dare accost. The flesh<br />
and blood of unfortunate men are <strong>the</strong><br />
food he most enjoys. These eyes of
mine have seen him catch two men<br />
from our company in his great hand<br />
and, after smashing <strong>the</strong>ir heads<br />
against a rock, he began to munch<br />
contentedly on <strong>the</strong>ir bodies while<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir blood and entrails dribbled<br />
down his chin. But as he was<br />
crunching <strong>the</strong>ir limbs and <strong>the</strong> warm<br />
joints of <strong>the</strong>ir flesh were quivering<br />
between his teeth, he wiped <strong>the</strong> gore<br />
from his chin with <strong>the</strong> back of one<br />
hand and, with that great eye of his,<br />
watched us cowering in front of him.<br />
It seemed to me as if he was trying<br />
to decide on which of us he would<br />
most like to eat next. But his feasting<br />
on our men did not go unpunished<br />
because Odysseus was not a man to<br />
brook a deed like this. When <strong>the</strong><br />
need was so great, <strong>the</strong> brain of Ithaca<br />
was not found wanting and so, as
soon as <strong>the</strong> Cyclops had gorged<br />
himself with <strong>the</strong> flesh of our men and<br />
addled his brain with wine, he<br />
flopped on <strong>the</strong> ground and spread<br />
himself, in unmeasured length, along<br />
<strong>the</strong> floor. But while he was sleeping<br />
and belching gore and gobbets of<br />
flesh mixed with bloody wine,<br />
under Odysseus' orders, we began by<br />
making our prayers to <strong>the</strong> gods and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, taking our places as arranged by<br />
<strong>the</strong> drawing of lots, we surrounded<br />
him on all sides and, with a pole<br />
which had been sharpened and<br />
heated in <strong>the</strong> fire, we gouged out his<br />
only eye. By blinding that enormous<br />
eye we at last took vengeance for<br />
our comrades' death and because of<br />
<strong>the</strong> monster's blindness and terrible<br />
pain, Odysseus was able to trick him<br />
into opening <strong>the</strong> door of his cave and
all but me were able to escape. But<br />
fly, unhappy men of Troy! Take to<br />
your ships and fly! For hideous and<br />
huge though Polyphemus is, <strong>the</strong>re are<br />
a hundred o<strong>the</strong>rs who dwell <strong>here</strong><br />
along <strong>the</strong> coast and every one is just<br />
as hideous and huge. Monstrous<br />
Cyclops, who love <strong>the</strong> taste of human<br />
flesh, stalk <strong>the</strong> mountains everyw<strong>here</strong><br />
you go. I have lost track of time<br />
since I got left behind but have been<br />
surviving in <strong>the</strong> woods along with <strong>the</strong><br />
beasts and watching <strong>the</strong> huge Cyclops<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y leap from rock to rock. The<br />
earth trembles at <strong>the</strong>ir tread and also<br />
at <strong>the</strong> sound of <strong>the</strong>ir voices. I have<br />
only managed to stay alive by eating<br />
<strong>the</strong> miserable berries and stony<br />
cornels which I picked from <strong>the</strong><br />
boughs of trees. But last night, just<br />
as darkness was falling, I saw this
fleet of yours advancing on <strong>the</strong> shore<br />
and felt my chances of being rescued<br />
by you would be better if I waited till<br />
morning's light. I did not know you<br />
were Trojans but will accept whatever<br />
fate you wish for me because it will<br />
have been enough to have escaped this<br />
race of monsters. Take me from this<br />
island and you are free to dispose of<br />
my life in whichever you please."<br />
'Scarce had he finished speaking<br />
when on <strong>the</strong> mountain we saw one of<br />
<strong>the</strong> giants moving along with his<br />
enormous bulk and making for a part<br />
of <strong>the</strong> shore which was quite close to<br />
were we were standing. He was both<br />
hideous and huge and, as he<br />
approached, we could see a hole in<br />
<strong>the</strong> top of his face w<strong>here</strong> his eye had<br />
once been and knew this was <strong>the</strong> very<br />
beast which gorged himself on
Odysseus' men. In his hand he held<br />
a pine tree he had pulled from <strong>the</strong><br />
ground to help him around obstacles<br />
and also to steady his footsteps and,<br />
at his heels, baahing noisily, walked<br />
his woolly sheep who, in his<br />
suffering, were his only solace. In our<br />
horror at what we were seeing we<br />
stood frozen to <strong>the</strong> spot and watched<br />
as he waded out into <strong>the</strong> sea and<br />
scooped some water into his hand.<br />
Then, groaning and gnashing his teeth<br />
with <strong>the</strong> pain, he carefully tried to<br />
wash away <strong>the</strong> gore which trickled<br />
from <strong>the</strong> hole w<strong>here</strong> his eye had once<br />
been. But far out into <strong>the</strong> sea though<br />
he waded, <strong>the</strong> water barely reached<br />
his waist and we, in alarm at this<br />
terrible sight, ga<strong>the</strong>red up our<br />
belongings and hastened to depart <strong>the</strong><br />
dreadful shore.
By what we had seen we knew<br />
our suppliant had not lied and so,<br />
as quietly as we could, we hoisted<br />
our sails to catch whatever breeze<br />
<strong>the</strong>y could and, taking our seats on<br />
<strong>the</strong> benches, we began to heave on<br />
our oars with a will. The monster,<br />
however, sensed that something was<br />
amiss on <strong>the</strong> water and, turning his<br />
steps in our direction, began reaching<br />
out with his hands to see if he could<br />
touch what he was hearing. But<br />
enraged by his inability to see he<br />
raised a gigantic roar at which <strong>the</strong><br />
sea began to tremble, <strong>the</strong> land<br />
shuddered and Aetna was prompted<br />
to throw ano<strong>the</strong>r cloud of ash and<br />
molten rock into <strong>the</strong> sky. At his cry a<br />
large number of o<strong>the</strong>r Cyclops,<br />
startled from <strong>the</strong> woods and lofty<br />
mountaintops, rushed down to <strong>the</strong>
each to see what was happening.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y stood, <strong>the</strong> crowd of <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
each with chin, mouth, nose and<br />
cheeks topped by a single, terrible<br />
eye, looking at our ships as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
slowly began to make <strong>the</strong>ir way from<br />
<strong>the</strong> shore. At this point we had not<br />
travelled any distance from <strong>the</strong> beach<br />
and so <strong>the</strong>y bent down and, picking<br />
up rocks from <strong>the</strong> sand, began hurling<br />
<strong>the</strong>m at our ships. At first it was only<br />
small rocks <strong>the</strong>y threw but even still,<br />
some of those which landed in our<br />
ships badly injured three of our<br />
crewmen. Each of <strong>the</strong> Cyclops <strong>the</strong>n<br />
rushed to <strong>the</strong> edge of <strong>the</strong> forest and<br />
picked up a rock which was so large,<br />
no three normal men could lift it, and,<br />
after bringing it back to <strong>the</strong> water's<br />
edge, <strong>the</strong>y hurled <strong>the</strong>m at our ships.<br />
We were still within range and so our
oats were rocked by <strong>the</strong> enormous<br />
waves created by <strong>the</strong>se rocks which<br />
plunged into <strong>the</strong> water alongside us.<br />
But two ships, both on <strong>the</strong>ir left side,<br />
were caught by rocks which shattered<br />
most of <strong>the</strong> oars and <strong>the</strong>y<br />
immediately lost headway and began<br />
to spin in a circle. At this three of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Cyclops rushed out into <strong>the</strong> water<br />
with <strong>the</strong> obvious intention of catching<br />
<strong>the</strong> ships and dragging <strong>the</strong>m back to<br />
<strong>the</strong> shore. I watched in horror as<br />
<strong>the</strong>se two ships fell behind <strong>the</strong> rest<br />
of our fleet but dared not go back to<br />
help <strong>the</strong>m. Moving with all <strong>the</strong> speed<br />
<strong>the</strong>y could, <strong>the</strong> enormous Cyclops<br />
forced <strong>the</strong>ir way through <strong>the</strong> water<br />
while <strong>the</strong> captains of <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
desperately ordered half of <strong>the</strong> men on<br />
right side to bring in <strong>the</strong>ir oars and<br />
deploy <strong>the</strong>m on <strong>the</strong> left. This <strong>the</strong> men
managed to do but although both<br />
ships eventually began to make<br />
headway again, <strong>the</strong>y were far too<br />
slow for <strong>the</strong> Cyclops who continued<br />
to gain on <strong>the</strong>m. I was mad with<br />
terror and at a loss to know what to<br />
do because I could see no possible<br />
way <strong>the</strong> ships could escape. I also<br />
knew that once a giant Cyclops had<br />
got a hold of a stern, <strong>the</strong>y would drag<br />
<strong>the</strong> ship back to <strong>the</strong> shore and <strong>the</strong><br />
whole group would <strong>the</strong>n spend <strong>the</strong><br />
rest of <strong>the</strong> day feasting on <strong>the</strong> flesh of<br />
my comrades. But, just as <strong>the</strong> two<br />
leading Cyclops were about to reach<br />
out and grasp <strong>the</strong> sterns of <strong>the</strong> vessels<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were chasing, a brisk wind<br />
sprang up and carried <strong>the</strong> ships out of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir reach. With a mighty roar both<br />
<strong>the</strong> Cyclops lunged forward and made<br />
a desperate grab for <strong>the</strong> sterns, but
<strong>the</strong> wind and <strong>the</strong> oars kept <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
moving forward and out of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
reach. At this narrow escape my<br />
heart soared up to <strong>the</strong> heavens and I<br />
ordered everyone to slow down and<br />
let <strong>the</strong> two ships catch us up. But as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y came abreast both ships refused<br />
to stop and I could see <strong>the</strong> men, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
faces white with terror, heaving on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir oars with all <strong>the</strong>ir might and<br />
refusing to rest or look ei<strong>the</strong>r to <strong>the</strong><br />
right or <strong>the</strong> left; even though <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were now safely out of <strong>the</strong> Cyclops'<br />
reach.<br />
'When our fleet reached <strong>the</strong> open<br />
sea again our sails were filled by <strong>the</strong><br />
strong wind which rushed from<br />
Pelorus' narrow way and we flew<br />
along past Pantagia's mouth of living<br />
rock, <strong>the</strong> bay of Megara and low<br />
lying Thapsus. Each place we passed
eing named for us by Achemenides<br />
who remembered <strong>the</strong>m from his<br />
wanderings with Odysseus.<br />
'Stretched before <strong>the</strong> Sicanian<br />
bay and next to Plemyrium <strong>the</strong><br />
billowy lies <strong>the</strong> island of Elis which<br />
was previously known as Ortygia.<br />
The legend is that Alpheus, <strong>the</strong> river<br />
of Elis, made himself a sacred<br />
passage under <strong>the</strong> sea and now,<br />
through <strong>the</strong> mouth of Arethusa,<br />
blends himself with <strong>the</strong> waters of<br />
Sicily.<br />
'We stopped <strong>here</strong> to rest for a<br />
while and worship <strong>the</strong> gods before<br />
sailing on past <strong>the</strong> over-rich soil of<br />
Helorus <strong>the</strong> marshy. Sailing on we<br />
skirted <strong>the</strong> tall crags and jutting rocks<br />
of Pachynus and in <strong>the</strong> distance we<br />
could see Camarina: a land which <strong>the</strong><br />
oracle has ordered no man to disturb.
We also passed <strong>the</strong> mighty city of<br />
Gela and next came <strong>the</strong> craggy heights<br />
of Acragas w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> people had once<br />
bred mighty steeds. Here too, after<br />
stopping for a while to build altars<br />
and pray to <strong>the</strong> gods, we departed<br />
with a favourable wind and picked<br />
our way through <strong>the</strong> sunken rocks<br />
which make Lilybeium's waters<br />
perilous. After stopping in Sicily for<br />
a while so we could spend time with<br />
our friends, we arrived at Drepanum<br />
with its haven of calm waters. But it<br />
was <strong>here</strong>, after all <strong>the</strong> dangers we<br />
had faced, that <strong>the</strong> worst possible<br />
thing happened. Woe was me! I lost<br />
Anchises, my fa<strong>the</strong>r. The greatest of<br />
sires and <strong>the</strong> man who had guided me<br />
through every care and danger and<br />
also made <strong>the</strong>m light, left his weary<br />
son alone. We had stopped to camp
on <strong>the</strong> beach and rest our weary limbs<br />
but when I rose <strong>the</strong> next morning I<br />
was surprised to find that he was not<br />
already up. However, when I went to<br />
w<strong>here</strong> he usually slept I was aghast<br />
to find all life had left his limbs.<br />
Among <strong>the</strong> thousand horrors<br />
Helenos foretold, he did not warn me<br />
of this; <strong>the</strong> worst of <strong>the</strong>m all! No, not<br />
even <strong>the</strong> dreadful Calaeno spoke of<br />
such a dreadful thing. Of all I had<br />
endured, this was <strong>the</strong> greatest<br />
calamity. But it was also <strong>the</strong> last<br />
because after giving my fa<strong>the</strong>r a<br />
proper funeral and building him a<br />
mound, we left that land of sorrow<br />
and shortly afterwards were caught up<br />
in <strong>the</strong> storm of King Aeolus and<br />
driven <strong>here</strong>, Oh gracious Queen, onto<br />
your coast.'<br />
Here, Anaeas, alone and
surrounded by dark shadows because<br />
<strong>the</strong> servants had also become caught<br />
up in <strong>the</strong> story and had allowed fires<br />
to die, finished recounting <strong>the</strong> tale of<br />
his voyages and was silent at last.
Book IV<br />
Queen Dido, long since pierced by<br />
Cupid's cruel shaft, was wasting away<br />
under a hidden fire. Many times she<br />
thought of <strong>the</strong> great hero's worth and<br />
<strong>the</strong> glory of his race. His every look<br />
remained imprinted on her heart and<br />
his every word stayed in her mind<br />
and so, when <strong>the</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>ring at last<br />
retired to bed, <strong>the</strong> passion which<br />
burned in her breast refused to give<br />
soothing sleep a chance to work upon<br />
her frame.<br />
The next day when saffron dawn<br />
was lighting <strong>the</strong> countryside with her<br />
torch and had already sent <strong>the</strong> dark<br />
shadows scurrying off into <strong>the</strong><br />
western gloom, <strong>the</strong> queen, sick of
soul, went in search of <strong>the</strong> sister<br />
in whom she always confided. 'Anna,<br />
my sister,' she cried when she finally<br />
found her, 'what feelings are <strong>the</strong>se<br />
which confound and appal me? Who<br />
is this new guest who has visited our<br />
shores? How beautiful he is! What<br />
carriage and what strength of chest<br />
and shoulders! Even if an ignoble soul<br />
is known by its tendency to brag, I do<br />
believe it when he says he has <strong>the</strong><br />
blood of a goddess in his veins. Ah!<br />
what terrible times he has had and<br />
what terrible wars he has had to fight!<br />
Were it not <strong>the</strong> fixed and immovable<br />
purpose of my mind to never join<br />
myself with ano<strong>the</strong>r in wedlock, since<br />
my first love played me false and<br />
made me <strong>the</strong> dupe of death, I might<br />
have stooped to this one reproach.<br />
Anna, for I will tell you <strong>the</strong> truth,
since <strong>the</strong> day my poor husband,<br />
Sychaeus, was murdered by my<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r, Anaeas is <strong>the</strong> only man<br />
who has been able to touch my heart<br />
and shake my resolve to its<br />
foundations. I recognise <strong>the</strong> feelings<br />
of love but first I would pray that<br />
<strong>the</strong> earth swallowed me up or that all<br />
powerful Zeus hurled me, thunder<br />
stricken, into <strong>the</strong> darkness of Hades'<br />
Halls before I violated my woman's<br />
honour or undid <strong>the</strong> bonds which<br />
my husband tied. He was <strong>the</strong> man who<br />
wedded me first and carried off my<br />
heart and so, even if he is in his grave,<br />
he should keep it for himself.'<br />
Having at last spoken of her<br />
feelings Queen Dido couldn't help but<br />
burst into tears and hug her sister for<br />
comfort.<br />
'Sweet love,' Anna replied, 'who
is dearer to me than even <strong>the</strong> light<br />
of day itself, are you to pine and<br />
grieve in loneliness for <strong>the</strong> rest of<br />
your life and know nothing more of<br />
love or a mo<strong>the</strong>r's joy in her children?<br />
Do you think your dead husband<br />
would take <strong>the</strong>se feelings of your's<br />
amiss? Since he died no man has<br />
touched your heart, nei<strong>the</strong>r in Tyre or<br />
<strong>here</strong> in Libya. Even though many<br />
chieftains, some of whom are<br />
extremely powerful, have asked you<br />
to marry <strong>the</strong>m, you have rejected<br />
<strong>the</strong>m all. You have even slighted<br />
King Iarbas with a rejection. But<br />
although it is right for you to fight<br />
against an unwelcome passion,<br />
would you fight against a welcome<br />
one? Have you forgotten in whose<br />
territories we have settled? On one<br />
side are <strong>the</strong> cities of <strong>the</strong> Gaetulians
who are invincible in war and also<br />
<strong>the</strong> Numidians and inhospitable<br />
Syrtisians. On <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r is a region<br />
unpeopled because of <strong>the</strong> desert<br />
and <strong>the</strong> widespread barbarism of <strong>the</strong><br />
people from Barce. And is <strong>the</strong>re any<br />
need to talk about <strong>the</strong> war cloud which<br />
threatens from our bro<strong>the</strong>r's city? It<br />
is under <strong>the</strong> auspices of Heaven and<br />
with Juno's blessings that <strong>the</strong> vessels<br />
from Troy have arrived <strong>here</strong>. What<br />
kind of city, my sister, would ours<br />
become and what kind of empire<br />
would grow from a marriage like<br />
this? With <strong>the</strong> experienced warriors<br />
of Troy at our back, to what heights<br />
would <strong>the</strong> glory of Carthage not soar?<br />
You must implore <strong>the</strong> favour of<br />
Heaven and when you win it, give<br />
free hospitality to <strong>the</strong> Trojans and<br />
weave a web of excuses so that <strong>the</strong>y
will delay while <strong>the</strong> tempest is raging<br />
on <strong>the</strong> sea and Orion, <strong>the</strong> star of<br />
rain, is high in <strong>the</strong> sky. Also, bid<br />
Anaeas wait until his battered ships<br />
are fully repaired.'<br />
By <strong>the</strong>se words Anna added<br />
fresh fuel to <strong>the</strong> fire of love which<br />
burned in Dido's breast and also, by<br />
giving confidence to her wavering<br />
mind, she loosened <strong>the</strong> ties of Dido's<br />
womanly honour.<br />
The first thing <strong>the</strong> two women<br />
did was to approach <strong>the</strong> temples<br />
and, going from altar to altar, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
asked for pardon. They also<br />
slaughtered fine sheep to Ceres <strong>the</strong><br />
lawgiver, Phoebus Apollo and fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Lyaeus. Above all <strong>the</strong>y prayed to<br />
Juno, Queen of Heaven, who had<br />
<strong>the</strong> marriage bonds in her care. At<br />
Juno's altar Dido herself, in all her
eauty, took a golden goblet full of<br />
wine and emptied it between <strong>the</strong><br />
horns of a gleaming white heifer<br />
before cutting open its breast and<br />
consulting <strong>the</strong> entrails which still<br />
quivered with life.<br />
But alas, alas! How blind are <strong>the</strong><br />
eyes of those who would attempt to<br />
be seers? What can vows or temples<br />
do for <strong>the</strong> madness of love? The<br />
passion was eating away at <strong>the</strong> very<br />
marrow of Dido's bones and deep in<br />
her breast, <strong>the</strong> wound refused to heal.<br />
She was on fire, <strong>the</strong> poor ill-fated<br />
queen of Carthage and, in her passion,<br />
when she finished consulting <strong>the</strong><br />
oracles, she ranged through <strong>the</strong> city<br />
like a madwoman looking for<br />
Anaeas.<br />
When she found him she took<br />
him on a tour through <strong>the</strong> heart of
her town so she could display its<br />
wealth and, as she pointed out various<br />
points of interest, she kept<br />
reminding him that her city was being<br />
built for people to dwell in.<br />
However, such were her feelings that,<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y walked, she often began to<br />
speak but <strong>the</strong>n stopped in midsentence<br />
and gazed dreamily off into<br />
<strong>the</strong> far distance. Finally, as <strong>the</strong> day<br />
began drawing to a close, she called<br />
for ano<strong>the</strong>r banquet and asked<br />
Anaeas to tell about <strong>the</strong> agonies of<br />
Troy and of his wanderings once<br />
more. Then, as he spoke, she hung<br />
onto his every word and later, when<br />
<strong>the</strong> guests had gone and <strong>the</strong> dim<br />
moon and setting stars invited<br />
slumber, she sat alone in <strong>the</strong> empty<br />
hall and caressed <strong>the</strong> couch he had<br />
left. In her mind's eye she saw him
standing nobly as he told his heartbreaking<br />
story and also remembered<br />
holding <strong>the</strong> wonderful little Ascanius<br />
in her lap. But during <strong>the</strong> following<br />
days and weeks, her ungovernable<br />
passion prevented her from paying<br />
attention to <strong>the</strong> work going on in her<br />
city and so almost all building came<br />
to a standstill. The towers and walls<br />
ceased to rise and <strong>the</strong> young men<br />
ceased to practise arms and make<br />
ready in case of war.<br />
However, when Juno, daughter of<br />
Kronos and consort of Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus<br />
saw that Dido had been so mastered<br />
by <strong>the</strong> plague of love and that her<br />
good name could not stand in <strong>the</strong> face<br />
of passion, she sought out<br />
Aphrodite and spoke thus: 'If <strong>the</strong><br />
plot you have hatched has really<br />
conquered Queen Dido, you and your
son deserve great praise. No, I am<br />
not so blind that I can't see what you<br />
have been up to, but when is this to<br />
end? What call is <strong>the</strong>re for<br />
contention between us? You have<br />
gained what your heart desires<br />
because Queen Dido is ablaze with<br />
love and <strong>the</strong> madness is coursing<br />
through her frame. So let us establish<br />
a perpetual peace between us and<br />
arrange a firm marriage bond<br />
between <strong>the</strong> two. This is a nation we<br />
can rule toge<strong>the</strong>r, each of us with full<br />
sovereignty. I am willing to let her<br />
stoop to be <strong>the</strong> slave of a Trojan<br />
husband and, in place of a dowry, I<br />
will hand over her Tyrians to your<br />
control.'<br />
But Aphrodite saw that Juno had<br />
spoken with treacherous intent and<br />
meant to divert <strong>the</strong> Italian empire to
<strong>the</strong> coast of Libya. In consequence,<br />
she replied evasively. 'Who would be<br />
so mad as to spurn an offer such as<br />
this and prefer your enmity to your<br />
friendship? But are you certain that<br />
what you suggest will bring good<br />
fortune in its train? I, alas, am<br />
groping blindly after destiny and do<br />
not know <strong>the</strong> will of Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus.<br />
Does he wish <strong>the</strong> Tyrians and <strong>the</strong><br />
voyagers from Troy to become one<br />
or would he prefer <strong>the</strong> two nations<br />
were joined only by a treaty? You<br />
are his wife and so it is your place to<br />
approach him and find out what he<br />
wants.'<br />
'That task,' replied <strong>the</strong> Imperial<br />
Juno, 'will rest with me. But listen<br />
while I explain how our mutual<br />
desires can be brought to fruition.<br />
Tomorrow at dawn, Anaeas and
Dido are proposing to go hunting in<br />
<strong>the</strong> forest and I will arrange for a<br />
black storm mingled with rain and<br />
hail to fall unexpectedly. Just when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y have become separated from <strong>the</strong><br />
main party <strong>the</strong> whole sky will be<br />
convulsed with thunder and, in <strong>the</strong><br />
darkness, everyone will scatter and<br />
fly for cover. But Dido and <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan chief shall find <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
alone and in <strong>the</strong> same cave. I will<br />
be <strong>the</strong>re, and, if I may count on your<br />
goodwill, I will unite <strong>the</strong>m and make<br />
her his for life.'<br />
Aphrodite, Queen of Cy<strong>the</strong>ra,<br />
made no demur at this and nodded her<br />
assent. But inside she smiled to<br />
herself at <strong>the</strong> deception she had<br />
discovered.<br />
The following day <strong>the</strong> chivalry of<br />
Carthage rose with <strong>the</strong> morning star
and ga<strong>the</strong>red in <strong>the</strong> courtyard with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir nets, hounds and hunting spears<br />
tipped with bronze. However, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had to wait for <strong>the</strong>ir queen who still<br />
lingered in her chamber and as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
waited <strong>the</strong> Trojan train also ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />
in <strong>the</strong> courtyard with Ascanius<br />
jumping up and down in his<br />
excitement and shouting with<br />
delight. When Anaeas, comely<br />
beyond all <strong>the</strong> rest, had eventually<br />
added his presence <strong>the</strong> queen, dressed<br />
in a purple robe and followed by her<br />
attendants, left her chamber and<br />
joined <strong>the</strong> excited throng. Once <strong>the</strong><br />
queen was present <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
procession streamed out through <strong>the</strong><br />
gates and made for <strong>the</strong> high<br />
mountains. But at <strong>the</strong>ir approach <strong>the</strong><br />
wild goats began dropping from <strong>the</strong><br />
heights and running for <strong>the</strong> shelter of
<strong>the</strong> forest while <strong>the</strong> deer in <strong>the</strong>ir great<br />
herds, frightened by <strong>the</strong> approach of<br />
so many people, began to fly and set<br />
up a great whirlwind of dust. Young<br />
Ascanius, in his excitement, set after<br />
<strong>the</strong>m at full speed and prayed that<br />
in <strong>the</strong> midst of such tame game, he<br />
would be blessed with <strong>the</strong> sight of a<br />
great bear or that a tawny lion would<br />
come down from <strong>the</strong> hilltops. But<br />
as <strong>the</strong> chase of <strong>the</strong> game ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />
pace and everyone became separated<br />
from one ano<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> clear blue sky<br />
was suddenly darkened by an<br />
ominous storm cloud. As soon as <strong>the</strong><br />
storm broke and began to drench <strong>the</strong><br />
land with hail and rain, <strong>the</strong> Tyrian<br />
train and chivalry of Troy broke up in<br />
confusion and, as rivers of water<br />
began to run down <strong>the</strong> hill in torrents,<br />
everyone sought what shelter <strong>the</strong>y
could find. Queen Dido discovered<br />
a sheltered cave with a mouth hidden<br />
from view but, as soon as she entered<br />
and looked around, she found to both<br />
her delight and terror that her shelter<br />
was being shared by Anaeas who had<br />
also managed to discover its hidden<br />
entrance.<br />
Outside <strong>the</strong> cave <strong>the</strong> rain and hail<br />
fell in torrents, thunder rumbled<br />
through <strong>the</strong> clouds and lightning<br />
flashes set <strong>the</strong> heavens ablaze while<br />
at <strong>the</strong> same time, somew<strong>here</strong> deep<br />
inside <strong>the</strong> forest, <strong>the</strong> nymphs danced<br />
and gave <strong>the</strong>ir nuptial shout. But alas,<br />
that day was both <strong>the</strong> birthday of<br />
woe and <strong>the</strong> birthday of death<br />
because from <strong>the</strong>n on Queen Dido<br />
gave no thought to <strong>the</strong> common eye<br />
or common tongue. This was not a<br />
secret or stolen passion that she had
in her mind because she screened her<br />
sin by calling it marriage.<br />
Consequently, in <strong>the</strong> days and<br />
weeks which followed Scandalous<br />
Gossip made her journey through<br />
Libya's great cities. Scandalous<br />
Gossip, a monster surpassed in<br />
speed by none because her<br />
nimbleness lends her life and she<br />
gains strength as she travels from<br />
tongue to tongue. At first fear keeps<br />
her low but before long she rears<br />
herself up to <strong>the</strong> sky and so, while her<br />
feet tread on <strong>the</strong> ground, her head is<br />
hidden among <strong>the</strong> clouds. Something<br />
deep inside <strong>the</strong> human psyche,<br />
which is provoked to anger by <strong>the</strong><br />
restrictions of <strong>the</strong> gods, brings her<br />
forth and some say she is <strong>the</strong> youngest<br />
of <strong>the</strong> family of Coeus and Enceladus.<br />
But she is swift of wing and a portent
of <strong>the</strong> terrible because every ear has a<br />
wish to hear what she has to say and<br />
every tongue desires to pass on<br />
what <strong>the</strong> ear has heard. At night she<br />
flies midway between heaven and<br />
earth and makes every slumbering<br />
body dream of what she has said and<br />
in <strong>the</strong> daylight, she sits on top of a<br />
lofty house or turret and terrifies even<br />
<strong>the</strong> greatest kingdoms; for she is just<br />
as apt to cling to falsehood and wrong<br />
as to proclaim <strong>the</strong> truth. So all round<br />
<strong>the</strong> city of Carthage she filled <strong>the</strong><br />
public ear with a thousand tales; of<br />
things that had been done and things<br />
that had never been done. But nobody<br />
who heard her tales could distinguish<br />
one from <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. They heard of<br />
how Anaeas, a prince of Trojan<br />
blood, had arrived in Carthage. He<br />
was a hero whom <strong>the</strong> queen wished
to make her husband and now <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were both spending <strong>the</strong> winter in<br />
luxurious ease and, enthralled by<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir unworthy passion, <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
forgetful of <strong>the</strong> crowns <strong>the</strong>y wore.<br />
Such were <strong>the</strong> tales <strong>the</strong> fiendlike<br />
goddess was spreading from tongue<br />
to tongue and in due course, she<br />
turned her steps towards King Iarbas<br />
and inflamed him with her rumours<br />
to such an extent, his indignation<br />
knew no bounds. He, <strong>the</strong> son of<br />
Ammon and a Garamantian nymph<br />
had built a hundred temples to Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Zeus within his broad realm and in<br />
each <strong>the</strong>re was an altar which he had<br />
consecrated to ever wakeful Fear, <strong>the</strong><br />
unsleeping sentry of <strong>the</strong> gods. The<br />
floors of each temple had been<br />
washed with <strong>the</strong> blood of many<br />
sacrifices and <strong>the</strong> doors were always
wrea<strong>the</strong>d with multicoloured<br />
garlands. He was stung by <strong>the</strong> bitter<br />
tales he heard and so, standing before<br />
one of <strong>the</strong> altars and with <strong>the</strong> majesty<br />
of heaven all around him, he prayed<br />
long and earnestly with upturned<br />
hands. 'Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, <strong>the</strong> Almighty,'<br />
he cried, 'to whom <strong>the</strong> Moorish<br />
race always pours out <strong>the</strong> offerings<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir finest vintage, do you see<br />
what has happened, or when you hurl<br />
your lightning bolts, is our fear of you<br />
just an idle panic? Are those fires in<br />
<strong>the</strong> clouds which appal us so much<br />
only an idle amusement for you? Do<br />
<strong>the</strong> confused rumblings of your<br />
thunder have no meaning? Do you<br />
not know that a woman who came to<br />
our land and bought leave to build<br />
a petty town and to whom I made<br />
over a strip of land for tillage with
its rights of lordship, has rejected<br />
her alliance with us and received <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan Anaeas into her kingdom? To<br />
be its lord and hers? And now this<br />
second Paris who perfumes his hair,<br />
wears a Maeonian cap and has a<br />
following of cowardly people who<br />
ran from <strong>the</strong> Argives in Troy is<br />
enjoying his prize. Is this just an idle<br />
rumour or do we waste our time when<br />
we bow down and pray to you?'<br />
Thus, as Iarbas prayed, <strong>the</strong><br />
Almighty One heard his plea and<br />
turned his all seeing eyes to <strong>the</strong><br />
queenly city and guilty pair who<br />
were lost to <strong>the</strong>ir better frame. Then<br />
he called Iris of <strong>the</strong> whirlwind feet.<br />
'Summon <strong>the</strong> Zephyrs,' he said, 'to<br />
give you speed and go in haste to <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardanian chief who is now dallying<br />
in Tyrian Carthage and giving no
thought to his destiny. Tell him I am<br />
shocked by this dalliance of his and<br />
did not twice rescue him from <strong>the</strong><br />
bronze of <strong>the</strong> Argives so he could<br />
spend <strong>the</strong> rest of his life in Queen<br />
Dido's Carthage. No, he is destined to<br />
be <strong>the</strong> one who governs Italy, a nation<br />
with a war cry struggling to rise from<br />
its soul and a brood of unborn empires<br />
still in its womb. He, as <strong>the</strong> carrier of<br />
Dardanian blood, was chosen by me<br />
to make <strong>the</strong> whole world bow before<br />
<strong>the</strong> laws he honours us with. But if<br />
he is no longer fired by <strong>the</strong> spark of<br />
ambition and will not bend his back<br />
to our cause, remind him that he is<br />
begrudging his Ascanius his<br />
inheritance. Ask him what he is<br />
building in Carthage and what he<br />
hopes to gain by lingering on in a<br />
small town which is surrounded by
enemies? Is <strong>the</strong> comfort of Dido's<br />
love causing him to forget <strong>the</strong><br />
greatness we have appointed for him?<br />
It is my wish that he fulfils his destiny<br />
and so he must immediately drag his<br />
ships back into <strong>the</strong> water and hoist his<br />
sails to <strong>the</strong> wind.'<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus having spoken, Iris<br />
prepared to execute her great fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
command by binding to her feet <strong>the</strong><br />
sandals of gold which would carry<br />
her over both sea and land with <strong>the</strong><br />
swiftness of a falling meteorite. Then<br />
she picked up her rod, which like <strong>the</strong><br />
one possessed by Hermes <strong>the</strong> Guide<br />
and God of Luck, can close <strong>the</strong> eyes<br />
of people and put <strong>the</strong>m to sleep or<br />
awake <strong>the</strong>m from <strong>the</strong> deepest<br />
slumber. With this in hand she flew<br />
off from Olympus and made her way<br />
through <strong>the</strong> sea of clouds. As she flew
past <strong>the</strong> tall sides of Atlas <strong>the</strong> rugged<br />
who supports <strong>the</strong> sky with his head<br />
and is forever wrea<strong>the</strong>d in dark<br />
clouds and buffeted by wind and rain,<br />
she dropped to <strong>the</strong> sea and, like a bird<br />
which is hunting for fish on a rocky<br />
coast, flew low and close to <strong>the</strong> water<br />
until she reached her destination.<br />
As soon as her winged feet<br />
alighted among <strong>the</strong> houses of<br />
Carthage she saw Anaeas organising<br />
<strong>the</strong> building of towers and new<br />
houses. A sword was at his side and<br />
hanging from his shoulders was a<br />
cloak of Tyrian purple which was<br />
emblazoned with pictures made from<br />
threads of gold and had been made<br />
by Queen Dido herself. She accosted<br />
him immediately. 'What,' she asked<br />
'are you doing laying <strong>the</strong><br />
foundations of stately Carthage and
uilding, like a fond husband, your<br />
wife's goodly city while forgetting,<br />
alas, your own destiny and <strong>the</strong> cares<br />
which should be yours? I have been<br />
sent by Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, whose mere nod<br />
sways both heaven and earth, and he<br />
has ordered me to remind you of his<br />
will. He wants to know what are<br />
you building <strong>here</strong> and why are you<br />
squandering your time in this Libyan<br />
land? If you have lost interest in <strong>the</strong><br />
greatness which is your destiny and<br />
will not bend your back towards this<br />
aim, think of your little Ascanius who<br />
is now growing into a man. If you<br />
marry Queen Dido he will not be your<br />
heir. He will never be king of<br />
Carthage because he will always be<br />
subjective to <strong>the</strong> children you sire<br />
with <strong>the</strong> queen. His future is in Italy<br />
and <strong>the</strong> realm of Rome and so Fa<strong>the</strong>r
Zeus wishes you to drag your ships<br />
back into <strong>the</strong> water and be on your<br />
way.'<br />
With <strong>the</strong>se words Iris vanished<br />
into <strong>the</strong> unsubstantial air and sped<br />
back to Olympus.<br />
The visitation stunned Anaeas<br />
and left him unable to speak. But <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
as his ears rang with <strong>the</strong> thunder of<br />
Heaven's imperious warning, his<br />
heart was engulfed with <strong>the</strong> urge to<br />
leave this land of love and pleasure.<br />
But how was he going to approach<br />
<strong>the</strong> impassioned queen with <strong>the</strong> news?<br />
In a desperate attempt to find some<br />
acceptable way of telling her of what<br />
he intended, his thoughts ran hi<strong>the</strong>r<br />
and thi<strong>the</strong>r: from east to west and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
north to south before returning once<br />
more to w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y had started. In<br />
<strong>the</strong> end, doing what he could to
alance his options, he decided that<br />
<strong>the</strong> best thing would be for him to<br />
begin by preparing <strong>the</strong> fleet and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
wait for a favourable opportunity in<br />
which to tell <strong>the</strong> queen his unpleasant<br />
news. Consequently, he called<br />
Menes<strong>the</strong>us, Sergestus and brave<br />
Serestus to his side and ordered<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to prepare <strong>the</strong> fleet as quietly<br />
as possible and muster <strong>the</strong> crews on<br />
<strong>the</strong> shore with <strong>the</strong>ir arms in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
hands. In <strong>the</strong> meantime he, while<br />
Dido, who was <strong>the</strong> kindest of friends,<br />
remained in ignorance and deemed<br />
love's bonds to be too strong to be<br />
snapped, would feel his way forward<br />
and look for <strong>the</strong> kindest moment in<br />
which to tell her of his decision.<br />
But <strong>the</strong> queen, ever alive to fear<br />
in <strong>the</strong> midst of safety, caught a scent<br />
<strong>the</strong> plot and heard <strong>the</strong> first sounds of
<strong>the</strong> coming stir. Once again,<br />
Scandalous Gossip flew from tongue<br />
to tongue before eventually<br />
whispering in her frenzied ear and<br />
telling her that <strong>the</strong> fleet was being<br />
equipped and <strong>the</strong> voyage got ready.<br />
Infuriated by this news she left her<br />
palace and stormed through <strong>the</strong> city<br />
streets in search of Anaeas and, when<br />
she found him, she did not wait for<br />
him to greet her.<br />
'Why are you hiding this terrible<br />
crime of yours?' She cried out in<br />
anger, 'You treacherous wretch! Are<br />
you intending to steal away in<br />
secret? Has our love no meaning to<br />
you? Has your troth, once plighted,<br />
no value? Would you doom me, your<br />
beloved Dido, to a cruel death? How<br />
can you be so foolish as to fit out<br />
your fleet while winter is still upon
us? Have you forgotten how cruel and<br />
unforgiving <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn winds can be<br />
to ships at sea?' She paused for a<br />
moment and wiped <strong>the</strong> tears from her<br />
cheeks. 'Supposing,' she continued,<br />
'you were not seeking a strange clime<br />
and a home you do not know?<br />
Supposing old Troy were still<br />
standing, would it draw you to risk<br />
your fleet on <strong>the</strong> winter's sea? You<br />
are flying from me, aren't you? But<br />
what have I done? Please, if I have<br />
ever done anything to please you, I<br />
beg you not to leave me to <strong>the</strong><br />
mercy of <strong>the</strong> tribes which surround<br />
me. Because of you <strong>the</strong>y now all hate<br />
me and even my own Tyrians are<br />
estranged. Because of you, my<br />
woman's honour has been betrayed<br />
and that was my one passport to<br />
holding my place in this land and
keeping a control of my city. But<br />
since you became my guest, <strong>the</strong> name<br />
of my husband has dwindled and <strong>the</strong><br />
people have lost <strong>the</strong>ir respect.' She<br />
stopped again for a moment but <strong>the</strong>n<br />
burst out. 'Oh why do I bo<strong>the</strong>r to<br />
live any longer? To give my bro<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Pygmalion time to batter down my<br />
walls or King Iarbas <strong>the</strong> Moor a<br />
chance to carry me away as a captive?<br />
Had I but borne a child of yours<br />
before you left, if <strong>the</strong>re was some tiny<br />
Ascanius to play in my hall and<br />
remind me of you, I should not feel<br />
so utterly abandoned. But you are<br />
leaving without a thought for anyone<br />
but yourself and your precious Italy.'<br />
At this she fell silent and though<br />
her eyes still blazed with anger, <strong>the</strong><br />
tears flowed freely down her cheeks.<br />
But Anaeas, recalling <strong>the</strong> command
of Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, shut his great love<br />
from his heart and kept his eyes stony.<br />
At length he answered her in cold<br />
tones. 'Fair queen, name all <strong>the</strong> claims<br />
you have upon me and I shall not<br />
deny a single one. Nor will <strong>the</strong><br />
thought of you ever be unwelcome<br />
while breath animates my body. A<br />
few words, however, I will say. I<br />
never counted, do not dream of it, on<br />
stealthily concealing my flight from<br />
you. But you have to remember<br />
that I never came <strong>here</strong> with a<br />
bridegroom's torch in my hand and<br />
nor was ours an alliance to which I<br />
agreed. For me, were <strong>the</strong> Fates to<br />
allow me to live under a star of my<br />
own choosing, <strong>the</strong> city of Troy,<br />
first and foremost, would claim me.<br />
King Priam's tall city would be rebuilt<br />
and my own hands would lay <strong>the</strong>
stones which restored <strong>the</strong> Pergamus<br />
to its former glory. But now it is to<br />
Italy that I must go because <strong>the</strong><br />
oracles have commanded it. T<strong>here</strong><br />
lies my heart and <strong>the</strong>re also lies <strong>the</strong><br />
future of my Ascanius. If you are<br />
riveted <strong>here</strong> by <strong>the</strong> sight of your<br />
stately Carthage, why, I would ask,<br />
should your jealousy forbid us from<br />
settling in Latium? We, like you,<br />
have <strong>the</strong> right to look for a foreign<br />
realm which we can make our own.<br />
For some time now my fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
Anchises, has been coming to me<br />
in my dreams and appalling me by<br />
his troubled presence. I also can't<br />
forget my son Ascanius and <strong>the</strong><br />
wrongs I heap on his head each day I<br />
delay <strong>here</strong> and rob him of <strong>the</strong> crown<br />
of Hesperia; <strong>the</strong> land which Fate has<br />
decreed to be his. But just today, and
I swear to this by both our lives, a<br />
messenger of <strong>the</strong> gods, sent down by<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus himself, brought me<br />
orders through <strong>the</strong> flying air. With<br />
my own eyes I saw her walk through<br />
<strong>the</strong> walls of <strong>the</strong> house I was building<br />
and took in her words with <strong>the</strong> ears<br />
which hear you now. Cease <strong>the</strong>n to<br />
torment both our souls with your<br />
reproaches, for my quest is not of my<br />
own choosing.'<br />
But as he spoke she glared at him<br />
and rolled her eyes this way and that<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n, when he had finished, she<br />
burst out in anger: 'No goddess was<br />
a mo<strong>the</strong>r of yours and no Dardanos<br />
<strong>the</strong> head of your line. You filthy,<br />
disgusting creature! No, your parent<br />
was <strong>the</strong> evil Caucasus and it was a<br />
Hyrcanian tigress who suckled you at<br />
her breast. But why should I suppress
anything? For what worse evil should<br />
I hold myself in reserve? Did you<br />
groan when I wept? Did you soften<br />
those hard eyes of yours at my<br />
distress? Did you yield just a little<br />
and shed tears at our parting? Did<br />
you show even an ounce of pity for<br />
<strong>the</strong> one you are deserting? Now<br />
nei<strong>the</strong>r Juno, Queen of All, or Zeus<br />
<strong>the</strong> Almighty eyes us with impartial<br />
regard. Oh, in who can I trust? I<br />
welcomed a shipwrecked beggar and<br />
madly gave him a share of my<br />
realm. His damaged fleet and his<br />
people I brought back from death's<br />
door and this is how he repays me!<br />
Ah! Anger is setting me on fire and<br />
whirling me in circles.'<br />
She paused for a moment, her<br />
eyes ablaze with <strong>the</strong> fire of her fury<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n continued. 'First you talk of
<strong>the</strong> prophet of Apollo, and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong><br />
Lykian oracles and now you tell me<br />
of a messenger from <strong>the</strong> gods, sent<br />
down by Zeus himself. Aye, of<br />
course, everything you do is at <strong>the</strong><br />
behest of <strong>the</strong> powers above and I<br />
would not ask you to disobey <strong>the</strong>m. I<br />
will retain not your person, nor refute<br />
your talk. Go! Chase Italy with <strong>the</strong><br />
winds at your back and look for your<br />
realm on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side of <strong>the</strong> sea. But<br />
if <strong>the</strong> gods are as powerful as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
are just, I only hope that far out at<br />
sea, some jagged rocks will give you<br />
your just rewards. But, rest assured,<br />
I will follow you like a dark cloud<br />
within which burns a venomous fire<br />
for, when cold death shall have<br />
parted my soul from my body, my<br />
memory will haunt you w<strong>here</strong>ver<br />
you go. Yes, you will suffer and I will
make sure of it.'<br />
So saying she turned on her heel<br />
and flew with loathing from his sight.<br />
But such was her distress that when<br />
she reached her palace, she collapsed<br />
on <strong>the</strong> floor and her maidens had to<br />
carry her to her marble bed chamber<br />
and lay her on her bed.<br />
But good Anaeas, though he had<br />
been shattered by her fury, yearned<br />
to soo<strong>the</strong> her agonised spirit and, by<br />
his words, check <strong>the</strong> onset of her<br />
sorrow. His whole soul cried out in<br />
sorrow and urged him to go to her<br />
but he chose instead to answer <strong>the</strong><br />
command of Heaven and returned to<br />
his fleet. All along <strong>the</strong> shore his men<br />
were labouring to drag <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
down into <strong>the</strong> water and, such was<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir eagerness to fly, <strong>the</strong>y loaded<br />
oars with <strong>the</strong> leaves and branches still
attached and timber as yet<br />
unfashioned. The whole shore was<br />
alive with work and, like columns of<br />
ants, Trojans could be seen streaming<br />
from every part of <strong>the</strong> city to assist in<br />
<strong>the</strong> effort.<br />
But when she saw this from her<br />
lofty bedroom, Dido gave a deep<br />
groan of agony and bust into tears.<br />
She began <strong>the</strong>n to think of ways in<br />
which she might bend Anaeas' proud<br />
spirit and persuade him to stay, at<br />
least for a while. She was terrified<br />
because she knew that if she left any<br />
ruse untried, she would only be<br />
rushing to a needless death.<br />
For a time she paced her room<br />
and constantly looked out on <strong>the</strong><br />
harbour w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> Trojans were<br />
preparing <strong>the</strong>ir fleet and <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
because she could bear it no longer,
she rushed out of her marble bed<br />
chamber and went in search of her<br />
sister. When she found her, she took<br />
her by <strong>the</strong> arm and spoke earnestly to<br />
her. 'Anna,' she said, <strong>the</strong> tears<br />
streaming down her cheeks. 'You can<br />
see <strong>the</strong> Trojans hurrying to <strong>the</strong> shore<br />
from all sides and that <strong>the</strong>ir canvas is<br />
already wooing <strong>the</strong> winds. If I had<br />
had <strong>the</strong> foresight to anticipate such a<br />
heavy blow, I would have <strong>the</strong> power<br />
to bear it too. But Anna, my sister,<br />
this has taken me by surprise and so,<br />
in my misery, I must beg you to do<br />
something for me.' She stopped <strong>here</strong><br />
and looked into her sister's eyes.<br />
Then when she saw her sister was<br />
sympa<strong>the</strong>tic to her plight, she<br />
continued. 'Anna, you were <strong>the</strong> only<br />
person who that perfidious man was<br />
wont to make his friend. Aye, he
even trusted you with his secret<br />
thoughts and so only you know <strong>the</strong><br />
subtle approaches to his heart. Go<br />
<strong>the</strong>n and supplicate our haughty foe.<br />
Remind him that I was no party to <strong>the</strong><br />
Argive fleet which sacked his<br />
beloved Troy and I have also always<br />
honoured his fa<strong>the</strong>r's memory. I am<br />
not and never have been his enemy,<br />
so why will he not let my words<br />
sink down into that obdurate heart of<br />
his? W<strong>here</strong> is he hurrying to? Ask<br />
him to grant this last wish to <strong>the</strong> one<br />
who loves him so. Let him wait till<br />
winter has passed and <strong>the</strong>re are<br />
smooth seas and friendly winds to<br />
speed him on his way. I will not ask<br />
him to renew our old vows and nor<br />
will I ask him to resign his crown or<br />
forego his fair Latium. All I ask are<br />
but a few vacant days in which my
passion can have a breathing space<br />
and my baffled love can learn how to<br />
grieve. Hurry, please! Go to him and<br />
persuade him to delay until spring.'<br />
Such was her appeal to her sister<br />
and such were <strong>the</strong> tidings Anna bore<br />
to Anaeas. But Fate had barred <strong>the</strong><br />
way to Dido's entreaties and so his<br />
soul was closed to <strong>the</strong> heart-breaking<br />
words he heard. Even as an aged oak<br />
standing on an Alpine hill is<br />
besieged by powerful winds and a<br />
loud noise is heard as <strong>the</strong> leaves are<br />
blown from its branches and <strong>the</strong> deep<br />
roots shift slightly in <strong>the</strong> earth, <strong>the</strong><br />
tree stays rooted in <strong>the</strong> ground and<br />
its head continues to reach for <strong>the</strong><br />
sky. Thus, although Dido's message<br />
tore at Anaeas' heart and made him<br />
groan with agony, her tears were in<br />
vain because his mind remained
unshaken.<br />
When Anna returned with <strong>the</strong><br />
dreadful news, Queen Dido,<br />
maddened by her destiny, prayed for<br />
death as her heart was too weary to<br />
face <strong>the</strong> difficulties of <strong>the</strong> future. That<br />
death was <strong>the</strong> right thing for her was<br />
confirmed when, at <strong>the</strong> altar, as she<br />
was laying her offerings and burning<br />
incense to <strong>the</strong> gods, horrible to tell,<br />
she saw her sacred offerings turn<br />
black while <strong>the</strong> wine in <strong>the</strong> golden<br />
cup she held curdled into a loathsome<br />
gore. But she told no one of this<br />
horrible occurrence, not even her<br />
sister. Nor did she tell of <strong>the</strong> fact<br />
that, in <strong>the</strong> night, from <strong>the</strong> marble<br />
chapel which had been dedicated to<br />
her former husband and to which<br />
she used to pay singular honours, she<br />
thought she heard <strong>the</strong> voice of her
dead husband calling to her. She also<br />
did not mention <strong>the</strong> predictions of<br />
seers in days gone by and <strong>the</strong>ir awful<br />
warnings. In <strong>the</strong> following nights,<br />
when she slept, she dreamed Anaeas<br />
was chasing her furiously along a<br />
never ending road while she, always<br />
by herself, ran with all <strong>the</strong> speed she<br />
could and looked for her Tyrians in<br />
a realm without inhabitants. In <strong>the</strong>se<br />
dreams she felt like Pen<strong>the</strong>us did<br />
when, in a frenzy, he saw troops of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Furies, two suns and also two<br />
cities of Thebes rising up against him<br />
or, like King Agamenmon's Orestes,<br />
rushing over <strong>the</strong> stage as he flew from<br />
his mo<strong>the</strong>r who was armed with a<br />
flaming torch and wrea<strong>the</strong>d in deadly<br />
snakes which continually lunged at<br />
him with <strong>the</strong>ir fanged mouths and<br />
tried to bring him to <strong>the</strong> ground with
<strong>the</strong>ir venom.<br />
Finally, when spent with agony,<br />
Queen Dido gave in to <strong>the</strong> forces<br />
which were attacking her and resolved<br />
on death. Also, within herself, she<br />
decided on <strong>the</strong> time and means and<br />
so she called her sister and, keeping<br />
a happy smile on her face to disguise<br />
her intent, she said. 'Dearest sister, I<br />
have found a way out of my<br />
difficulties and you must wish me<br />
joy. I know how to ei<strong>the</strong>r bring him<br />
back or loosen <strong>the</strong> bonds of love<br />
which bind me to him. Not far away<br />
lies Ethiopia. It is a land w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
gods often go to feast and also w<strong>here</strong><br />
Atlas turns round in his hands that<br />
great pole which is crowned with<br />
burning stars. T<strong>here</strong> lives a priestess<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Massylian race who was once<br />
<strong>the</strong> guardian of <strong>the</strong> temple of <strong>the</strong>
Hesperides and who used to preserve<br />
<strong>the</strong> sacred tree by giving <strong>the</strong> dragon<br />
honey laced with drowsy poppy seed.<br />
She, by her spells, can release souls<br />
from <strong>the</strong>ir torments or, if she chooses,<br />
make <strong>the</strong>m suffer unbelievable pains.<br />
She can also stop <strong>the</strong> water in a river<br />
bed, cause <strong>the</strong> stars in <strong>the</strong> heavens<br />
to go backwards and call up ghosts<br />
from Hades' Halls. By <strong>the</strong> gods,<br />
dearest sister, I swear to you that I do<br />
not willingly fall back on weapons of<br />
sorcery, but such is my distress, I<br />
must do something. But, to use this<br />
sorcery which I have heard of, I must<br />
ask you to build a pile in <strong>the</strong> privacy<br />
of <strong>the</strong> inner courtyard and lay on it <strong>the</strong><br />
arms which that godless man has left<br />
hanging in my chamber. Also place<br />
on it all <strong>the</strong> clo<strong>the</strong>s he wore and <strong>the</strong><br />
nuptial bed which was my undoing.
To destroy every memory of that<br />
hateful worm is both <strong>the</strong> priestess's<br />
bidding and my own pleasure.'<br />
Having said this she fell silent<br />
and a paleness came over her face.<br />
Anna, however, failed to notice this<br />
and so went to do her sister's bidding.<br />
She had no idea that <strong>the</strong>se strange<br />
rites were a veil to hide Dido's death<br />
and, because she could not<br />
understand such a frenzy, she feared<br />
no darker days than ones like those<br />
in which <strong>the</strong>y had both mourned <strong>the</strong><br />
death of Sychaeus.<br />
But <strong>the</strong> queen, when <strong>the</strong> great<br />
pile of pine and oak had been built<br />
in <strong>the</strong> open courtyard, bedecked <strong>the</strong><br />
palace with garlands and funeral<br />
boughs. High above <strong>the</strong> pile she <strong>the</strong>n<br />
put <strong>the</strong> sword Anaeas had given her<br />
as a gift and all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r belongings
he had left behind. After this, with<br />
one foot unshod and her vest<br />
ungirdled, she went from temple to<br />
temple and prayed to nearly three<br />
hundred gods including Erebus,<br />
Chaos and Hecate with her three<br />
faces. But, as she made her dying<br />
appeal to <strong>the</strong> gods and <strong>the</strong> stars<br />
which share Fate's counsel, she<br />
begged <strong>the</strong> gods in heaven who<br />
watch over ill-yoked lovers, if any<br />
<strong>the</strong>re be, to hear her prayers.<br />
As night came and exhausted<br />
humanity throughout <strong>the</strong> earth was<br />
enjoying peaceful slumber and <strong>the</strong><br />
stars were rolling midway in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
course through <strong>the</strong> heavens, Dido<br />
never relaxed for a moment. One<br />
after ano<strong>the</strong>r, her sorrows tore at her<br />
passionate heart and so she could not<br />
welcome <strong>the</strong> night into her bosom.
Finally, as <strong>the</strong> multitude of painful<br />
thoughts refused to stop whirling<br />
through <strong>the</strong> depths of her soul, she<br />
rose from her bed and cried out.<br />
'What am I about? Am I to make a<br />
fool of myself in front of my former<br />
suitors, all of whom I have scorned?<br />
Must I stoop to court a nomadic<br />
bridegroom when I have rejected so<br />
many already? What shall I do? Shall<br />
I follow <strong>the</strong> fleet of Ilios and be at<br />
<strong>the</strong> beck and call of a Dardanian<br />
master? Will he remember <strong>the</strong><br />
kindness I once rendered him? Is he<br />
grateful for it? But even if I wished<br />
it, would he admit an unwelcome<br />
guest to his haughty ships? Am I so<br />
ignorant, poor wretch that I am? Do<br />
I not yet understand <strong>the</strong> treachery of<br />
<strong>the</strong> race of Laomedon? What is to<br />
be done? Shall I fly to <strong>the</strong> ships alone
and swell <strong>the</strong> triumph of <strong>the</strong>ir crews?<br />
Or shall I join him with my Tyrians<br />
and drag those, whom it was so hard<br />
to uproot from <strong>the</strong>ir Sidonian home,<br />
once more into <strong>the</strong> deep and bid <strong>the</strong>m<br />
spread <strong>the</strong>ir sails to <strong>the</strong> winds? No!<br />
It is better that I die <strong>the</strong> death I have<br />
merited and let <strong>the</strong> sword put my<br />
sorrows to flight. Yes, over-mastered<br />
by my tears though I am, I can still<br />
see that I am <strong>the</strong> cause of my own<br />
misfortune. Oh why could I not<br />
forswear wedlock and live an<br />
unblemished life in savage freedom?<br />
Why did I have to meddle with<br />
troubles like <strong>the</strong>se? Why, alas, did I<br />
not keep <strong>the</strong> vows I made to <strong>the</strong> ashes<br />
of my Sychaeus?'<br />
Meanwhile Anaeas, resolved on<br />
his journey, was slumbering in <strong>the</strong><br />
stern of his vessel. All was in
eadiness for a dawn departure but,<br />
as he slept, a vision of Iris appeared<br />
in his dream and gave him a second<br />
warning. 'Goddess-born,' she said.<br />
'How can you sleep when a crisis like<br />
this is upon you? Infatuate though<br />
you are, can you not see <strong>the</strong> wall of<br />
danger which is rising around you<br />
nor hear <strong>the</strong> friendly whisper of <strong>the</strong><br />
western wind? She is revolving in her<br />
bosom thoughts of craft and cruelty<br />
and although resolved on death, she<br />
is also surging with a tempest of<br />
changing passions, so <strong>the</strong>re is no<br />
telling of what she might do. Will<br />
you not hasten away while haste is in<br />
your power? Do you wish to look on<br />
a sea convulsed with Tyrian ships and<br />
your own aglow with flame? You are<br />
in danger and if <strong>the</strong> dawn goddess<br />
finds you loitering <strong>here</strong> on land, <strong>the</strong>re
is no telling what will happen. Quick,<br />
do not delay! Depart while you can<br />
for women are ever creatures of<br />
changing moods and passions.'<br />
At this Iris vanished from his<br />
dream and returned into <strong>the</strong> darkness<br />
of night.<br />
Anaeas, greatly disturbed by this<br />
sudden apparition and its warnings<br />
immediately leapt from his bed and<br />
roused his comrades. 'Wake up my<br />
friends!' He cried. 'Unfurl <strong>the</strong> sails as<br />
quickly as you can and take your<br />
seats on <strong>the</strong> benches. A goddess, sent<br />
down from heaven on high, has urged<br />
us to cut <strong>the</strong> twisted hawsaws and<br />
hasten our flight.' Then turning his<br />
eyes to <strong>the</strong> star studded sky he cried.<br />
'Yes! Sacred power, we follow <strong>the</strong>e,<br />
whoever you are and, with joy in our<br />
hearts, we obey thy behest. But be
thou with us and let favourable stars<br />
be ascendant in <strong>the</strong> sky.'<br />
So saying he drew his flashing<br />
sword from its scabbard and cut <strong>the</strong><br />
hawsers. This sent <strong>the</strong> spark of joy<br />
flying from man to man and <strong>the</strong>y laid<br />
on <strong>the</strong>ir oars with a will and, as <strong>the</strong><br />
blades of pine swept <strong>the</strong> black<br />
water, <strong>the</strong> mass of ships began to<br />
move slowly away from <strong>the</strong> shore.<br />
But just as dawn was sprinkling<br />
<strong>the</strong> earth with fresh light and chasing<br />
<strong>the</strong> shadows into <strong>the</strong> western gloom,<br />
<strong>the</strong> queen looked out from her watch<br />
tower and saw <strong>the</strong> fleet moving out to<br />
sea with all sails spread. At this she<br />
smote her beauteous breast three<br />
times and, tearing at her golden locks,<br />
she cried. 'Great Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus, shall<br />
he go? Shall someone who chanced<br />
upon my shores boast of having
flouted my realm? Will my Tyrians<br />
not get <strong>the</strong>ir arms at once and,<br />
pulling <strong>the</strong> ships from <strong>the</strong> docks, give<br />
chase with fire? Quick, get <strong>the</strong><br />
archers and bring fire to <strong>the</strong> shore.'<br />
She stopped for a moment and<br />
looked wildly around her. Then,<br />
after a moment's thought, she<br />
continued. 'But what am I saying?<br />
Were am I? What madness is<br />
infecting my brain? Woe is me for<br />
my sins are stinging me now. But<br />
<strong>the</strong>y should have done so before I so<br />
foolishly gave my crown away. What<br />
loyalty could I expect from a man<br />
who, <strong>the</strong>y say, carries about with him<br />
<strong>the</strong> gods of his country and took<br />
upon his shoulders his old, worn out<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r! When I had <strong>the</strong> chance, would<br />
it not have been better if I had had him<br />
torn to pieces and fed piecemeal to <strong>the</strong>
fish of <strong>the</strong> sea? Or, after having<br />
destroyed his friends, might I not have<br />
imprisoned him without food until he<br />
was starving and <strong>the</strong>n, after killing<br />
his own little Ascanius, served <strong>the</strong> boy<br />
to his fa<strong>the</strong>r for a meal? But maybe<br />
I should have just refused to help <strong>the</strong>m<br />
and sent <strong>the</strong>m on <strong>the</strong>ir way because<br />
<strong>the</strong> chances of winning a battle<br />
against experienced Trojan warriors<br />
would have been doubtful. But <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
if it was my destiny to die, what had<br />
I to fear? I would have flung blazing<br />
torches into his ships and filled <strong>the</strong><br />
sea with flame. Then after killing son<br />
and sire and <strong>the</strong> whole family line,<br />
I would have thrown myself upon <strong>the</strong><br />
burning pyre. But Sun, whose torch<br />
shows <strong>the</strong>e all that is done on earth,<br />
and you, Juno, revealer and witness<br />
to <strong>the</strong>se stirrings of <strong>the</strong> heart, and
Hecate, whose name is yelled in civic<br />
crossways at night by <strong>the</strong> avenging<br />
Fiends and you, gods of dying Elissa,<br />
listen to this! Let your power stoop<br />
to <strong>the</strong> evils which call for it and hear<br />
what I now pray! If it must be that<br />
<strong>the</strong> accursed wretch gains <strong>the</strong> haven<br />
of Italy because that is what Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Zeus desires, grant that, harassed<br />
by <strong>the</strong> sword and battles with warlike<br />
nations, he may see his friends dying<br />
miserably around him and pray for<br />
succour. Then, once he has been<br />
forced to yield to <strong>the</strong> terms of an<br />
unjust peace, make sure he does not<br />
enjoy <strong>the</strong> crown he wears or <strong>the</strong> life<br />
he loves, but let him fall before his<br />
time and lie unburied in <strong>the</strong> midst of<br />
<strong>the</strong> plain! This is my prayer and <strong>the</strong>se<br />
are <strong>the</strong> last words which flow from<br />
me with my life's blood.'
She paused for a moment<br />
breathing heavily while her mixed up<br />
passions tore at her heart. Then she<br />
cursed him and his descendents by<br />
crying. 'And you, my Tyrians, let<br />
your hatred persecute his race and<br />
people for all time to come. Be this<br />
<strong>the</strong> offering you send down to my<br />
grave. Never let be <strong>the</strong>re be love or<br />
league between our two nations.<br />
Arise from my bones, my unknown<br />
avenger, and pursue <strong>the</strong> Dardanian<br />
settlers with fire and sword, both now<br />
and in days to come. Let coast be at<br />
war with coast and army with army<br />
and may our descendants fight <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
descendants for time without end.'<br />
In this way her passions whirled<br />
around in circles and, seeking at<br />
once to cut short <strong>the</strong> life she now<br />
abhorred, she spoke briefly to Barce,
Sychaeus' nurse, as her own had been<br />
left in her old country in <strong>the</strong> dark<br />
recesses of a grave: 'Fetch me <strong>here</strong>,<br />
dear nurse,' she said, 'my sister Anna.<br />
Ask her to first sprinkle herself with<br />
water from <strong>the</strong> stream and <strong>the</strong>n bring<br />
<strong>the</strong> cattle and o<strong>the</strong>r prescribed<br />
offerings for <strong>the</strong> ritual we have<br />
planned. But when she comes, both<br />
of you must cover your eyes with a<br />
holy veil because I will be performing<br />
<strong>the</strong> sacrifice to Stygian Zeus and, once<br />
I have put to <strong>the</strong> flame those things<br />
which that Dardanian has left<br />
behind, I will no longer be afflicted<br />
by my sorrows.'<br />
The nurse, who loved Dido<br />
dearly and had no idea of what she<br />
intended, immediately went to do her<br />
bidding.<br />
Once <strong>the</strong> nurse had departed,
Dido, confused and maddened by her<br />
enormous resolve, rolled her<br />
bloodshot eyes to heaven and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
burst through <strong>the</strong> doors of <strong>the</strong> inner<br />
courtyard and frantically climbed <strong>the</strong><br />
tall pile of wood. When she reached<br />
<strong>the</strong> top, with her hair dishevelled, her<br />
clo<strong>the</strong>s in disarray and her cheeks<br />
wet from <strong>the</strong> tears which streamed<br />
down her face, she unshea<strong>the</strong>d <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan sword which had been a gift<br />
procured for a far different end.<br />
After this she knelt on <strong>the</strong> unhappy<br />
nuptial bed which she knew so well<br />
and, before uttering her final words,<br />
she placed <strong>the</strong> point of <strong>the</strong> sword to<br />
her breast.<br />
'Relics who, while Fate and<br />
Heaven gave me leave, were once<br />
darlings of mine,' she cried, 'receive<br />
this my soul and release me from
my sorrows. I have lived my life but<br />
now <strong>the</strong> course assigned to me by<br />
Fortune is run and my phantom must<br />
pass underground. I have built a<br />
splendid city and have seen its walls<br />
completed. In vengeance for a<br />
husband I have also punished a<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r who hated me. But, ah,<br />
happy though I am at this, if only<br />
<strong>the</strong> Dardanian ships had never<br />
touched this coast of ours!' Then<br />
looking up to <strong>the</strong> sky above her head<br />
she continued, 'Is it to be death<br />
without revenge? If it is, <strong>the</strong>n this is<br />
<strong>the</strong> road by which I choose to pass<br />
into <strong>the</strong> underworld. Let <strong>the</strong><br />
heartless Dardanian's eyes drink in <strong>the</strong><br />
flame of this pyre from <strong>the</strong> sea and let<br />
it carry to him <strong>the</strong> message of my<br />
death.'<br />
So saying she allowed her weight
to fall on <strong>the</strong> sword. Just at that<br />
moment her attendants entered <strong>the</strong><br />
courtyard and, when <strong>the</strong>y saw <strong>the</strong><br />
blade sticking out of Dido's back, <strong>the</strong><br />
blood, and her hands grabbing<br />
painfully at <strong>the</strong> sides of <strong>the</strong> nuptial<br />
bed on which she lay, <strong>the</strong>y screamed<br />
out in terror. Their shrieks rose to<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky and spread <strong>the</strong> news rapidly<br />
through <strong>the</strong> city and so, in moments,<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole city was resounding to <strong>the</strong><br />
cries of distraught women and <strong>the</strong><br />
beating of breasts. It was almost as if<br />
<strong>the</strong>re were a foe about to burst<br />
through <strong>the</strong> city gates or <strong>the</strong> hungry<br />
flames were already leaping from<br />
roof to roof and consuming <strong>the</strong><br />
dwellings of both men and gods.<br />
Anna, hearing <strong>the</strong> cries, rushed<br />
with frantic haste to <strong>the</strong> courtyard and<br />
when she arrived she pushed her way
through <strong>the</strong> press and called her sister<br />
by name. 'Dido, my sister! Was this<br />
your secret?' she cried. 'Were you<br />
plotting to cheat me? Was this what<br />
you were preparing when you asked<br />
me to build this pile? What should<br />
my lonely heart grieve for first? Did<br />
you disdain your sister's company in<br />
death? Why did you not ask me to<br />
share your fate? Why did you not<br />
allow me to die by <strong>the</strong> same sword<br />
and at <strong>the</strong> same time, for this should<br />
have been <strong>the</strong> end of us both. And<br />
did my hands build <strong>the</strong> pile and my<br />
voice call upon <strong>the</strong> gods of our house<br />
so that you might lie <strong>the</strong>re, while I,<br />
hard-hearted wretch that I am, was<br />
away? Yes sister, you have<br />
destroyed yourself, but what about me<br />
and <strong>the</strong> people of your fair city? But<br />
first let me cleanse your wound and,
if any breath remains in your body,<br />
let me catch it in my mouth!' As she<br />
spoke she climbed hastily to <strong>the</strong> top<br />
of <strong>the</strong> lofty pile and embraced her<br />
dying sister in her arms while streams<br />
of dark blood reddened her hands and<br />
her robe. At her sister's arrival Queen<br />
Dido opened her heavy eyes and<br />
strove to raise herself on her elbow,<br />
but sank down again with deep<br />
gurgles rising from her breast. Three<br />
times she tried to lift herself onto<br />
her elbow, but each time she<br />
collapsed again onto <strong>the</strong> bed and, with<br />
helpless, wandering eyes, she<br />
searched <strong>the</strong> sky for <strong>the</strong> light, but<br />
groaned when she found it.<br />
At this Juno, Queen of Heaven,<br />
in compassion for her drawn out<br />
suffering and her agony in dying, sent<br />
Iris down from Olympus to part <strong>the</strong>
struggling soul from its prison of<br />
flesh. For, as she was not dying in<br />
<strong>the</strong> course of Fate nor from any crime<br />
of her own, but in misery and before<br />
her time because she was <strong>the</strong> victim<br />
of a sudden frenzy, Proserpine had not<br />
yet carried off a lock of her yellow<br />
hair and thus doomed her to <strong>the</strong> place<br />
of death. So, at Juno's command, Iris<br />
glided down from Olympus on saffron<br />
wings which trailed a thousand<br />
different colours in <strong>the</strong> early morning<br />
sunlight and alighted above her head.<br />
'This I am bidden,' she said gently,<br />
'to bear away as an offering to Hades,<br />
and so set you free from your body.'<br />
So saying she stretched out her hand<br />
and cut off a lock of Dido's hair and<br />
at once all life left <strong>the</strong> queen's frame<br />
and passed into <strong>the</strong> air.
Book V<br />
As <strong>the</strong> Trojan ships cut through <strong>the</strong><br />
waves raised by <strong>the</strong> North wind,<br />
Anaeas constantly turned his eyes<br />
back to <strong>the</strong> city he was leaving<br />
behind. But when <strong>the</strong> flames from<br />
poor Dido's funeral pyre began to<br />
light up <strong>the</strong> sky, he and his crews<br />
knew not what to make of it. However,<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y thought of <strong>the</strong> cruel<br />
pangs which follow outrage done to<br />
great love and realized what a frantic<br />
woman is capable of, every person's<br />
heart was swept with agony and<br />
sorrow. They were sure something<br />
terrible had happened in <strong>the</strong> palace<br />
and that Queen Dido, <strong>the</strong> queen who<br />
had succoured <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong>ir time of
need, was now on her way to Hades'<br />
Halls.<br />
However, as soon as <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
had left all sight of land behind, a<br />
dark rain cloud charged with night and<br />
winter's fury arose and stood over<br />
<strong>the</strong> fleet. Palinurus, <strong>the</strong> pilot, spoke<br />
from <strong>the</strong> lofty stern. 'Ah!' He cried!<br />
'Why has such an army of storms<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red? What has Fa<strong>the</strong>r Poseidon<br />
got in store for us now?' Then he<br />
ordered <strong>the</strong> crews to furl <strong>the</strong> sails,<br />
make sure everything was securely<br />
stowed and take to <strong>the</strong> benches. For<br />
several hours <strong>the</strong> men laboured at<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir oars but, Palinurus, unhappy<br />
with <strong>the</strong> progress being made, turned<br />
to Anaeas and said. 'Noble Anaeas,<br />
even though Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus himself has<br />
pledged us his help, we cannot hope<br />
to reach Italy with a sky like this. The
seas are rising and <strong>the</strong> winds are also<br />
shifting this way and that, so even<br />
when we row we cannot make<br />
headway against <strong>the</strong>m. But since<br />
Fortune has decided to exert her<br />
tyranny, let us follow w<strong>here</strong> she leads<br />
and run with <strong>the</strong> wind. If memory<br />
serves me, we are not far from <strong>the</strong><br />
friendly land of Eryx and <strong>the</strong><br />
sheltered bays of Sicania.'<br />
'We have been struggling<br />
against <strong>the</strong> winds for some time<br />
now,' Anaeas replied, 'and I can see<br />
all our efforts have been in vain.<br />
Turn <strong>the</strong> ships <strong>the</strong>n and let us run with<br />
<strong>the</strong> wind. But if you can guide us to<br />
<strong>the</strong> sheltered havens of Sicania, I<br />
doubt if any place would be more<br />
welcome because it is <strong>the</strong> land which<br />
cares for <strong>the</strong> bones of my fa<strong>the</strong>r.'<br />
This said <strong>the</strong>y allowed <strong>the</strong> ships
to turn and with <strong>the</strong> wind behind<br />
<strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong> fleet rode swiftly over<br />
<strong>the</strong> waves and so, with only minor<br />
adjustments to <strong>the</strong>ir course, <strong>the</strong>y soon<br />
entered <strong>the</strong> sheltered haven <strong>the</strong>y knew<br />
well. But from a high hill on <strong>the</strong><br />
island, Acestes had seen <strong>the</strong> fleet<br />
from afar and as soon as he was<br />
sure that <strong>the</strong>y were friendly vessels,<br />
he ran down to <strong>the</strong> shore dressed in<br />
his Libyan bearskin and carrying his<br />
hunting spear. Acestes was a<br />
descendant of a Trojan mo<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
<strong>the</strong> river Crimisus and so at <strong>the</strong> arrival<br />
of a Trojan fleet, his ancestral blood<br />
quickened in his veins and he rejoiced<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir safe return. After welcoming<br />
<strong>the</strong>m back, he quickly arranged for<br />
his townspeople to take care of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
every need.
On <strong>the</strong> next day, as dawn was<br />
putting <strong>the</strong> stars to flight, Anaeas<br />
called his comrades to a ga<strong>the</strong>ring<br />
and, standing on <strong>the</strong> green grass of<br />
a heaped mound, he addressed <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
'Mighty sons of Dardanos and race of<br />
Heaven.' He said. 'The year has<br />
turned full cycle since we<br />
consecrated altars of mourning and<br />
gave to <strong>the</strong> earth <strong>the</strong> relics and ashes<br />
of my deified sire. And now, if I am<br />
not mistaken, <strong>the</strong> very day is <strong>here</strong>;<br />
that day which for me shall ever be a<br />
day of weeping. But as <strong>the</strong> gods<br />
willed it so, let it also, from now on,<br />
be a day of honour and if in <strong>the</strong> future,<br />
this day ever finds me a homeless<br />
wanderer among <strong>the</strong> Gaetulian Syrtes<br />
or alone in <strong>the</strong> streets of Argive<br />
Mycenae, let me still pay my yearly<br />
vows and pile <strong>the</strong> altars with <strong>the</strong>ir
proper gifts. But now, by an unsought<br />
chance, we are standing on <strong>the</strong> very<br />
ground which cares for my fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
bones. So come <strong>the</strong>n, let us solemnize<br />
<strong>the</strong> occasion with glad celebrations<br />
and may my fa<strong>the</strong>r be pleased when<br />
one day I offer <strong>the</strong>se rites in a city<br />
of my own building and which has a<br />
temple dedicated to his memory.'<br />
Turning to Acestes he said.<br />
'Send two head of oxen, Acestes, true<br />
son of Troy, to each ship. Also call<br />
all <strong>the</strong> gods who have been<br />
worshipped by our ancestors to <strong>the</strong><br />
feast and, if on <strong>the</strong> ninth day from<br />
today <strong>the</strong> goddess of dawn is kind and<br />
makes <strong>the</strong> world visible with bright<br />
sunshine and also keeps <strong>the</strong> storm<br />
clouds at bay, I propose celebration<br />
games of racing, archery and boxing.<br />
Then if <strong>the</strong> townspeople will put up
<strong>the</strong>ir best eleven, we will do <strong>the</strong> same<br />
and in <strong>the</strong> days which follow we<br />
can recall <strong>the</strong> glories of Troy and<br />
enjoy a venerable game of spicket.<br />
Once he had said this he<br />
solemnly shrouded his brow with<br />
myrtle and was followed in this by<br />
Helymus, Acestes and young<br />
Ascanius. After this, as protocol<br />
demanded, each member of <strong>the</strong><br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red crowd also shrouded <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
brows with myrtle and when all were<br />
properly attired, <strong>the</strong>y followed<br />
Anaeas to his fa<strong>the</strong>r's tomb. Anaeas<br />
began <strong>the</strong> ceremony by pouring four<br />
bowls of fine wine on <strong>the</strong> ground; two<br />
of new milk and two of sacrificial<br />
blood. After this he scattered bright<br />
flowers around <strong>the</strong> tomb and said.<br />
'Hail to <strong>the</strong>e, blessed sire of mine.'<br />
Then looking down into <strong>the</strong> mouth of
<strong>the</strong> tomb he added. 'Hail to you, spirit<br />
of my fa<strong>the</strong>r and ashes of one rescued<br />
in vain! Fate did not intend that you<br />
should come with me to <strong>the</strong> Italian<br />
frontier nor see <strong>the</strong> Ausonian Tiber;<br />
whatever <strong>the</strong> name may mean.'<br />
As he was saying this a shining<br />
serpent of great length rose up from<br />
<strong>the</strong> mouth of <strong>the</strong> tomb and after<br />
gliding gracefully between <strong>the</strong> altars,<br />
coiled itself peacefully on <strong>the</strong> grass<br />
just above <strong>the</strong> spot w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> ashes<br />
had been buried. On its back were<br />
dark green flecks while its scales<br />
were ablaze with all <strong>the</strong> colours of<br />
<strong>the</strong> rainbow. All were wonder-struck<br />
by this sight for <strong>the</strong> creature had<br />
wound its long column through <strong>the</strong><br />
multitude of dishes and polished<br />
goblets which rested on <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
and had not touched a single one.
But after resting for just a short while,<br />
<strong>the</strong> snake gracefully uncoiled itself<br />
and glided slowly back into <strong>the</strong> dark<br />
mouth of <strong>the</strong> tomb. Excited by this<br />
Anaeas resumed paying homage to<br />
his fa<strong>the</strong>r, for he did not know<br />
whe<strong>the</strong>r to think of this as an<br />
accidental coincidence or a message<br />
from his fa<strong>the</strong>r's spirit. He <strong>the</strong>refore<br />
slew two young sheep, two swine<br />
and two black skinned bullocks and<br />
also poured goblets of wine on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground and called on <strong>the</strong> soul of his<br />
great fa<strong>the</strong>r and <strong>the</strong> shadow which<br />
had been loosed from Hade's prison.<br />
His comrades too, each according<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir means, also gave glad offerings<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y piled on <strong>the</strong> altars.<br />
According to <strong>the</strong>ir wealth <strong>the</strong>y ei<strong>the</strong>r<br />
slew bullocks, set up cauldrons or<br />
held <strong>the</strong> spits over <strong>the</strong> burning embers
and roasted <strong>the</strong> flesh.<br />
Once <strong>the</strong> remembrance ceremony<br />
was over all retired to <strong>the</strong>ir ships or<br />
towns to await <strong>the</strong> arrival of <strong>the</strong> ninth<br />
day. When it came <strong>the</strong> dawn<br />
goddess brought a bright sunny<br />
morning and everybody excitedly<br />
prepared <strong>the</strong>mselves for <strong>the</strong> games.<br />
Acestes brought people from all <strong>the</strong><br />
neighbouring towns and also from<br />
towns which were some distance<br />
away and <strong>the</strong> joyous multitude<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red on <strong>the</strong> shore to await <strong>the</strong><br />
arrival of Anaeas. Many were keen<br />
to compete for <strong>the</strong> prizes and so,<br />
when Anaeas and his entourage<br />
arrived, he began by placing all <strong>the</strong><br />
prizes in <strong>the</strong> middle of a ring<br />
which had been marked out on <strong>the</strong><br />
grass: hallowed tripods, verdant<br />
chaplets, palms, talents of silver and
gold, armour and also clothing of<br />
royal purple. Then from a mound<br />
in <strong>the</strong> centre of <strong>the</strong> crowd a shrill<br />
trumpet proclaimed <strong>the</strong> sports begun.<br />
The first contest, which was to be<br />
waged with labouring oars, was<br />
entered by <strong>the</strong> four best ships in <strong>the</strong><br />
fleet. T<strong>here</strong> was Menes<strong>the</strong>us, who<br />
would one day be a prince of Italy<br />
and give his name to <strong>the</strong> Memmian<br />
line, with his fiery crew rowing <strong>the</strong><br />
swift Shark. Gyas commanded <strong>the</strong><br />
enormous Chimaera; a ship with<br />
many oars and Sergestus, from whom<br />
<strong>the</strong> Sergian house gained <strong>the</strong> name it<br />
keeps, commanded <strong>the</strong> mighty<br />
Centaur. Scylla was com-manded by<br />
Cloanthus, <strong>the</strong> great fore-fa<strong>the</strong>r of<br />
Cluentius of Rome.<br />
Some distance out in <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
stood a craggy rock which was
washed by <strong>the</strong> waves. In winter, when<br />
<strong>the</strong> cold North wind blew and hid <strong>the</strong><br />
stars from view, it was submerged by<br />
<strong>the</strong> swell but in a calm it became a<br />
welcome basking ground for all <strong>the</strong><br />
birds of <strong>the</strong> sea. On this Anaeas set<br />
up <strong>the</strong> green stem of leafy oak so that<br />
<strong>the</strong> sailors might have a point around<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y could turn before<br />
beginning <strong>the</strong>ir return to <strong>the</strong> shore.<br />
After <strong>the</strong> casting of lots had decided<br />
<strong>the</strong> starting place of each ship, <strong>the</strong><br />
captains stood on <strong>the</strong>ir tall sterns<br />
dressed in purple and gold while <strong>the</strong><br />
crew, whose bodies shone with <strong>the</strong> oil<br />
which had been rubbed into <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
skin, all wore garlands on <strong>the</strong>ir heads.<br />
As <strong>the</strong>y waited for <strong>the</strong> starting signal,<br />
every man sat tense in his seat and<br />
gripped his oar while his beating heart<br />
was drained by both <strong>the</strong> desire to win
and <strong>the</strong> fear of losing. When <strong>the</strong> shrill<br />
trumpet uttered its voice, all<br />
immediately laid on <strong>the</strong>ir oars with<br />
a will and, as <strong>the</strong> shouts of <strong>the</strong><br />
seamen pierced <strong>the</strong> sky, <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
began to slowly edge away from<br />
<strong>the</strong> shore. With measured, uniform<br />
strokes each man laboured intently at<br />
his oar and although <strong>the</strong> ships did not<br />
move as quickly as war chariots in a<br />
race, <strong>the</strong> shouting of <strong>the</strong> sailors<br />
and cheering of <strong>the</strong> spectators raised<br />
a great din which was echoed back<br />
by <strong>the</strong> surrounding hills. As <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
began ga<strong>the</strong>ring speed Gyas moved<br />
out in front and was closely followed<br />
by Cloanthus who had more oars but<br />
a heavier ship. Behind <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> Shark<br />
and <strong>the</strong> Centaur strove to keep pace<br />
but as <strong>the</strong> speed of <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
continued to increase, <strong>the</strong> Shark
nosed ahead. But almost immediately<br />
<strong>the</strong> Centaur pushed her bow in front<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Shark's and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Chimaera<br />
took <strong>the</strong> lead once again and for a long<br />
while <strong>the</strong>re was nothing in it.<br />
Everyone of <strong>the</strong> men heaved on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
oars with all <strong>the</strong> strength <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
muster but <strong>the</strong> position of <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
remained unchanged. However, just<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y were approaching <strong>the</strong> rock,<br />
Gyas, whose ship was just in <strong>the</strong> lead,<br />
called to his pilot. 'Leave <strong>the</strong> deep to<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs and let <strong>the</strong> blades hug <strong>the</strong><br />
cliff face.' But Menoetes was afraid<br />
of <strong>the</strong> hidden rocks and so kept <strong>the</strong><br />
ship safely clear of <strong>the</strong> rocky island.<br />
Looking back Gyas saw Cloanthus<br />
gaining on him and called again.<br />
'Menoetes! Keep close to <strong>the</strong> rocks!'<br />
But Menoetes continued to hold well<br />
clear and Cloanthus, by steering
etween <strong>the</strong> Chimaera and <strong>the</strong> rocky<br />
island, managed to take <strong>the</strong> lead and,<br />
after rounding <strong>the</strong> rock, headed back<br />
to <strong>the</strong> shore across <strong>the</strong> open sea. Grief<br />
turned Gyas' very marrow to flame<br />
and nor w<strong>here</strong> his cheeks free from<br />
tears of frustration. Forgetting both<br />
his own position and <strong>the</strong> safety of his<br />
crew, he seized <strong>the</strong> Menoetes by his<br />
clo<strong>the</strong>s and hurled him headlong<br />
from <strong>the</strong> stern into <strong>the</strong> sea. He himself<br />
<strong>the</strong>n took his place at <strong>the</strong> helm and,<br />
cheering on his rowers, tried to steer<br />
<strong>the</strong> ship closer to <strong>the</strong> rocky island.<br />
Menoetes, when at last he rose to<br />
<strong>the</strong> surface, weighed down by his<br />
clo<strong>the</strong>s as he was, struggled through<br />
<strong>the</strong> water to <strong>the</strong> rocky island and took<br />
a seat on <strong>the</strong> a dry rock. Everyone<br />
on <strong>the</strong> ships had laughed when <strong>the</strong>y<br />
saw him thrown from <strong>the</strong> stern and
laughed again as he struggled to reach<br />
<strong>the</strong> rocks. Now <strong>the</strong>y laughed as he sat<br />
on <strong>the</strong> island and coughed <strong>the</strong> salty<br />
brine from his lungs. But, because<br />
<strong>the</strong> temporary loss of a helmsman had<br />
caused <strong>the</strong> Chimaera to swerve<br />
sharply to <strong>the</strong> left, <strong>the</strong> two ships in <strong>the</strong><br />
rear began to hope <strong>the</strong>y might pass<br />
<strong>the</strong> lagging Gyas. Sergestus sailed<br />
close to <strong>the</strong> rock but was only half<br />
a length ahead of Menes<strong>the</strong>us who<br />
walked though his ship cheering his<br />
crew on. 'Now, pull on your oars,'<br />
he cried, 'men of Prince Hector who<br />
followed me at Troy's last gasp. Put<br />
out that strength and spirit I saw you<br />
exert when we battled <strong>the</strong><br />
mountainous waves of Malea. It is not<br />
first place that I am looking for<br />
because that will be decided by<br />
Poseidon, but let it not be our shame
to come in last. So row with a will<br />
and keep disgrace at bay!'<br />
At this every man threw<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves on <strong>the</strong>ir oar and, as <strong>the</strong><br />
ship's speed increased, rivers of<br />
sweat began streaming down <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
glistening bodies.<br />
However, it was a mere chance<br />
which gave <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>ir wished for<br />
advantage as Sergestus, blind with<br />
passion, kept driving his ship nearer<br />
and nearer to <strong>the</strong> island. But as he<br />
sailed too close to <strong>the</strong> rocks he was<br />
beset with ill fortune. The oars on one<br />
side struck <strong>the</strong> jagged rocks and as <strong>the</strong><br />
men on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r continued to pull on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir oars, <strong>the</strong> ship veered sharply to<br />
one side and <strong>the</strong>n ran aground on<br />
<strong>the</strong> submerged rocks. The sailors<br />
immediately jumped up with a loud<br />
shout and brought out <strong>the</strong>ir long poles
and pointed boat hooks to both try and<br />
pick <strong>the</strong> broken oars from <strong>the</strong> water<br />
and also push <strong>the</strong> ship clear of <strong>the</strong><br />
rocks. But Menes<strong>the</strong>us, rejoicing at<br />
<strong>the</strong> sight of <strong>the</strong> stricken ship, rounded<br />
<strong>the</strong> rock and sped across <strong>the</strong> open sea<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> coast. So with<br />
Menes<strong>the</strong>us in command, <strong>the</strong> Shark<br />
cut through <strong>the</strong> last part of <strong>the</strong> race<br />
and left Sergestus behind; struggling<br />
with his damaged ship and vainly<br />
calling for help. He <strong>the</strong>n overtook<br />
Gyas in <strong>the</strong> Chimaera and began to<br />
press Cloanthus with all <strong>the</strong> speed that<br />
he could. Indeed <strong>the</strong> shouting<br />
redoubled on <strong>the</strong> Shark as <strong>the</strong> men<br />
heaved on <strong>the</strong>ir oars and tried to catch<br />
<strong>the</strong> Scylla for all thought it would be<br />
a shame if <strong>the</strong>y failed to overtake her.<br />
But although on <strong>the</strong> Scylla all thought<br />
<strong>the</strong> prize already <strong>the</strong>irs, <strong>the</strong> shark
gradually caught up with her and<br />
as <strong>the</strong> ships approached <strong>the</strong> shore<br />
both prows were level. It would have<br />
been a draw had not Cloanthus<br />
stretched out both his hands and<br />
called on <strong>the</strong> gods to hear his vow.<br />
'Powers of <strong>the</strong> deep,' he cried, 'all you<br />
who rule <strong>the</strong> ocean and on whose<br />
waters I ride. If you allow me to win<br />
I will sacrifice on your altars a snow<br />
white bull and throw <strong>the</strong> entrails far<br />
into <strong>the</strong> sea. I will also pour five<br />
goblets of <strong>the</strong> finest wine into your<br />
briny water.' Deep down among <strong>the</strong><br />
billows he was heard by many,<br />
including all <strong>the</strong> Nereids and also <strong>the</strong><br />
maiden Panopea and so Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Portunus himself sent a swell which<br />
pushed <strong>the</strong> ship forward and gave<br />
her <strong>the</strong> victory.<br />
Once <strong>the</strong> Scylla had passed <strong>the</strong>
finish line Anaeas proclaimed<br />
Cloanthus <strong>the</strong> winner and placed a<br />
garland upon his head. He <strong>the</strong>n gave<br />
to each member of <strong>the</strong> crew a gift of<br />
his choice; be it a bullock, a barrel<br />
of wine or a talent of silver. To<br />
Cloanthus he fur<strong>the</strong>r gave a scarf<br />
around which ran a length of<br />
Meliboean purple and was<br />
embroidered with a picture which<br />
showed a royal boy on lofty Ida<br />
being snatched up by an eagle while<br />
his aged parents stretched out <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
hands in vain and <strong>the</strong> dogs at <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
heels barked furiously. To<br />
Menes<strong>the</strong>us he gave a cuirass of<br />
linked bronze chain threaded with<br />
gold which he himself had stripped<br />
from Demoleos on <strong>the</strong> banks of <strong>the</strong><br />
Simois. It was so heavy that his two<br />
servants; Phegeus and Sagaris, could
arely support its weight but<br />
Demoleos, with it on his breast, had<br />
often driven <strong>the</strong> Trojans in flight<br />
before him. To Gyas, who came in<br />
third, he gave a pair of brazen<br />
cauldrons and two cups of wrought<br />
silver.<br />
As soon as all had received <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
prizes Sergestus, who had finally<br />
managed to dislodge his ship from <strong>the</strong><br />
rocks, brought his crippled vessel in<br />
to shore minus many oars. To <strong>the</strong><br />
delighted jeers of <strong>the</strong> onlookers <strong>the</strong><br />
ship limped slowly in and was like a<br />
serpent which has been surprised on<br />
<strong>the</strong> highway by <strong>the</strong> wheel of a cart<br />
and has been left for dead. It wri<strong>the</strong>s<br />
its long body in ineffectual flight<br />
but although its upper part is all fury<br />
with eyes blazing and its hissing<br />
throat reared aloft, its lower part is
disabled by <strong>the</strong> wound and so cannot<br />
push <strong>the</strong> body forward. Such was<br />
<strong>the</strong> style in which <strong>the</strong> damaged ship<br />
limped slowly through <strong>the</strong> water.<br />
However she still managed to enter<br />
<strong>the</strong> harbour with sails spread and so<br />
Anaeas, who was delighted to see <strong>the</strong><br />
ship rescued and <strong>the</strong> crew brought<br />
safely back, gave Sergestus a Cretan<br />
born slave with twin sons at her<br />
breast.<br />
After this Anaeas, with many<br />
following, made his way inland to a<br />
grassy plain which was surrounded on<br />
all sides by woods and sloping hills.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> centre of <strong>the</strong> valley was a circle,<br />
as if of a <strong>the</strong>atre, and <strong>here</strong> it was that<br />
<strong>the</strong> hero sat himself on a raised stone<br />
and gave <strong>the</strong> impression of a king<br />
sitting on his throne. From this regal<br />
position he invited contenders for <strong>the</strong>
foot race and set up <strong>the</strong> prizes. The<br />
race was open to all; Sicanians and<br />
Trojans alike and so <strong>the</strong> first to step<br />
forward were Nisus and Euryalus.<br />
Euryalus was conspicuous for his<br />
youthfulness and great beauty while<br />
Nisus was unable to hide <strong>the</strong> pure love<br />
he felt for <strong>the</strong> boy. Then came Diores,<br />
a royal scion of Priam's illustrious<br />
stock and after him Salius and Patron<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r; one from Acarnania and <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r from Tegea but both of<br />
Arcadian blood. Next came two<br />
Trinacrian youths; Helymus and<br />
Panopes who were experienced<br />
foresters and comrades of Acestes.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> competitors crowded round<br />
him Anaeas stood up. 'Hear what I<br />
have to say.' He said. 'Not one of<br />
you shall go away unvalued by me<br />
and so to every competitor I will
give a pair of Gnossian spears and<br />
also an axe. But <strong>the</strong> first three will<br />
receive special prizes and shall also<br />
wear wreaths of yellow green olive.<br />
The first, as conqueror, will receive a<br />
fine horse. The second an Amazonian<br />
quiver which is encompassed by a<br />
broad band of gold and has a buckle<br />
crowned with a polished jewel. It is<br />
also full of Thracian arrows. To <strong>the</strong><br />
third, besides <strong>the</strong> Gnossian spears<br />
and axe, I will give an Argive<br />
helmet.'<br />
This said <strong>the</strong> competitors quickly<br />
took <strong>the</strong>ir places at <strong>the</strong> starting line<br />
and on <strong>the</strong> signal, all dashed<br />
forward. Every man, with <strong>the</strong>ir eyes<br />
fixed on <strong>the</strong> goal, put all <strong>the</strong>ir effort<br />
into <strong>the</strong> race. Nisus was <strong>the</strong> first to<br />
get into <strong>the</strong> lead as his flowing legs<br />
seemed carry him forward like <strong>the</strong>
wind. Behind him, but by a long<br />
distance, came Salius and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
Euryalus. After Euryalus came<br />
Helymus and on his heels came<br />
Diores who was renowned for his<br />
stamina and, had <strong>the</strong> course been<br />
longer, might even have managed to<br />
overtake <strong>the</strong> wind swift Nisus.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> runners had rounded<br />
<strong>the</strong> mark and were approaching <strong>the</strong><br />
finish line, exerting every muscle and<br />
panting as <strong>the</strong>y drove <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
forward, <strong>the</strong> ill starred Nisus slid in<br />
a pool of rotting blood and gore which<br />
lay w<strong>here</strong> it had been spilt after a<br />
bullock had been sacrificed <strong>the</strong><br />
previous day. Poor youth, in his<br />
moment of triumph he lost his footing<br />
on <strong>the</strong> slippery soil and fell flat on<br />
his face; right into <strong>the</strong> middle of <strong>the</strong><br />
rotting ordure and sacrificial gore. But
he didn't forget his friend Euryalus<br />
and so he immediately rolled over<br />
into <strong>the</strong> path of Salius and brought<br />
him crashing to <strong>the</strong> ground. Then, as<br />
<strong>the</strong> two leaders lay on <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
covered in gore, Euryalus raced past<br />
<strong>the</strong>m and went on to take first place.<br />
Thanks to his friend he was <strong>the</strong><br />
winner and loudly cheered by <strong>the</strong><br />
spectators. After him came Helymus<br />
while Diores took third prize.<br />
But once he had got to his feet<br />
Salius began raising a clamour and<br />
insisting that <strong>the</strong> prize, which he had<br />
lost through a foul, be restored to him.<br />
However, because of <strong>the</strong> tears he<br />
began to shed so gracefully and <strong>the</strong><br />
greater loveliness of his form,<br />
Euryalus was supported by <strong>the</strong><br />
popular voice. Diores also backed<br />
Euryalus with loud shouts because,
having come third, if <strong>the</strong> first prize<br />
were given to Salius, he would be<br />
relegated to fourth place and receive<br />
only an axe and pair of spears. But at<br />
this commotion fa<strong>the</strong>r Anaeas cried<br />
out: 'Your positions remain fixed as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were when you crossed <strong>the</strong> line<br />
and no one is to change <strong>the</strong>m. But<br />
allow me to show pity on a friend's<br />
undeserved misfortune by giving him<br />
a consolation prize.'<br />
So saying, he gave Salius <strong>the</strong><br />
enormous hide of a recently killed<br />
Gaetulian lion which was loaded with<br />
shaggy hair and had burnished claws<br />
which shone like gold. At this Nisus<br />
cried. 'If <strong>the</strong> vanquished are rewarded<br />
so handsomely, what prize can I<br />
claim? My prowess did earn me first<br />
place and had it not been for unkind<br />
fortune, I would have won.' With
<strong>the</strong>se words he jokingly displayed his<br />
body and limbs, all dishonoured by<br />
<strong>the</strong> stinking slime and gore. At this<br />
<strong>the</strong> gracious chief smiled and bade<br />
his servants to bring out a fine shield<br />
made by Didymaon, once wrested<br />
by <strong>the</strong> Argives from <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
under Poseidon's hallowed gate and<br />
later recovered and this he gave to<br />
<strong>the</strong> illustrious youth.<br />
The trophies having been duly<br />
presented Anaeas put out <strong>the</strong> prizes<br />
for <strong>the</strong> next contest. 'Now,' he called<br />
out, 'whoever has courage and a<br />
vigorous mind in his breast, let him<br />
step forward and bind on <strong>the</strong> gloves.<br />
To <strong>the</strong> winner I will give this bullock<br />
with its gilded horns and to <strong>the</strong><br />
vanquished, as a consolation prize,<br />
this bronze sword and splendid<br />
helmet.' Almost before he had
finished speaking <strong>the</strong> enormous Dares<br />
rose to his feet and to loud applause,<br />
began preparing himself for <strong>the</strong> fight.<br />
While Troy had still withstood <strong>the</strong><br />
might of <strong>the</strong> Achaian horde he had<br />
been a champion who used to enter<br />
<strong>the</strong> lists with Paris and once he had<br />
been forced to fight by <strong>the</strong> tomb of <strong>the</strong><br />
mighty Prince Hector when he<br />
encountered <strong>the</strong> great conqueror<br />
Butes; a man who carried his<br />
enormous bulk to <strong>the</strong> field with all<br />
<strong>the</strong> pride of his Begbrycian blood.<br />
But Dares had struck him down and<br />
stretched him out in death on <strong>the</strong><br />
yellow sand. Such were <strong>the</strong> powers<br />
of Dares and, as he lifted his arms<br />
to <strong>the</strong> crowd, he proudly displayed his<br />
broad shoulders and gigantic muscles.<br />
He also began savagely punching <strong>the</strong><br />
air with his fists so that any contender
might know what to expect if <strong>the</strong>y<br />
dared to challenge him. Not a single<br />
man had <strong>the</strong> courage to stand and so,<br />
after a while, when he thought that no<br />
one would take him on, he grasped<br />
<strong>the</strong> bullock by <strong>the</strong> right horn with his<br />
left hand and turned to Anaeas.<br />
'Goddess-born,' he said, 'if no one<br />
dares to fight me, how long must I<br />
wait? How long will you keep me<br />
from my prize? Give but <strong>the</strong> word and<br />
I will carry off this bullock right now.'<br />
No one wanted to risk being<br />
pressured or tricked into fighting <strong>the</strong><br />
champion and so everyone shouted<br />
out <strong>the</strong>ir approval and called for Dares<br />
to be given <strong>the</strong> prize.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> men were clamouring<br />
for Dares to be given <strong>the</strong> prize,<br />
Acestes turned to Entellus who was<br />
sitting next to him on <strong>the</strong> grass.
'Entellus,' he said with sly humour,<br />
'you were once known as <strong>the</strong> best of<br />
boxers and bravest of heroes, but it<br />
seems as if all that counts for<br />
nothing now. How can you sit <strong>here</strong><br />
and watch <strong>the</strong> prize being carried off<br />
without a blow? What happened to<br />
that mighty champion Eryx used to<br />
praise so often? And what about all<br />
those prizes which sit in your home?<br />
Are <strong>the</strong>y all just meaningless<br />
trinkets now?<br />
'Fear, alas,' Entellus replied, 'has<br />
not extinguished my ambition nor my<br />
love of praise. No, that thug doesn't<br />
frighten me. But alas, my blood has<br />
been chilled by <strong>the</strong> frost of age and<br />
my strength isn't what it used to<br />
be. Never<strong>the</strong>less, had I now <strong>the</strong><br />
strength I once had, that braggart<br />
asleep on <strong>the</strong> ground would be a
glory to me and I would not have<br />
needed a fine bullock to bring me into<br />
<strong>the</strong> ring. No! I am not interested in<br />
prizes but age weighs me down and<br />
begs me sit quietly while Dares takes<br />
home <strong>the</strong> prize.' At this he paused<br />
for a moment to reflect on what he<br />
had said but <strong>the</strong>n, rising to his feet,<br />
he threw into <strong>the</strong> ring <strong>the</strong> pair of<br />
enormous gauntlets which <strong>the</strong> fiery<br />
Eryx was wont to use in combat.<br />
Every man was amazed by <strong>the</strong> sight<br />
of <strong>the</strong>m, especially as <strong>the</strong> hitting<br />
surfaces had been hardened with lead<br />
and bronze and so <strong>the</strong>re were few<br />
who could survive a single blow from<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. Dares, more astonished than<br />
all <strong>the</strong> rest, instantly recoiled at <strong>the</strong><br />
sight and Anaeas, when he picked<br />
<strong>the</strong>m up from <strong>the</strong> ground to have a<br />
closer look, was dumbfounded by
oth <strong>the</strong>ir size and weight.<br />
However, before he had a chance<br />
to speak Entellus spoke up. 'Has<br />
anyone <strong>here</strong>,' he asked, 'ever seen<br />
mightier weapons? These gauntlets<br />
were once owned by <strong>the</strong> mighty<br />
Herakles, son of Zeus, and have<br />
fought in many fatal combats. After<br />
passing through many hands <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were eventually inherited by Eryx<br />
who also used <strong>the</strong>m to fight with and,<br />
if you look, you can still see <strong>the</strong> stains<br />
of blood and sprinkled brains. He<br />
used <strong>the</strong>m when he killed <strong>the</strong> great<br />
Alkides and I have also used <strong>the</strong>m<br />
when fresher blood ran through my<br />
veins and <strong>the</strong> hated snows of age<br />
were not yet sprinkled on my brow.'<br />
He paused for a moment to look<br />
around at <strong>the</strong> faces gazing up at him<br />
before continuing. 'Never<strong>the</strong>less, if
Dares <strong>the</strong> Trojan refuses to stand up<br />
to <strong>the</strong>se gauntlets, I will make <strong>the</strong><br />
contest even. I will spare him <strong>the</strong> bull<br />
hides of Eryx provided that he also<br />
takes off his Trojan gauntlets.' So<br />
saying he flung his double garment<br />
from his shoulders and displayed<br />
his gigantic body, which although not<br />
young, had not yet started to become<br />
wi<strong>the</strong>red with age.<br />
The spectators were thrilled by<br />
<strong>the</strong> prospect of a fight and so Anaeas<br />
had two pairs of equal gauntlets<br />
brought out and bound around <strong>the</strong><br />
hands of each contender. Then <strong>the</strong><br />
two men raised <strong>the</strong>ir hands in <strong>the</strong> air<br />
and, keeping <strong>the</strong>ir heads drawn back<br />
to avoid becoming <strong>the</strong> victim of an<br />
unexpected blow, let <strong>the</strong>ir gauntlets<br />
meet in <strong>the</strong> middle and provoke battle.<br />
One was quicker on his feet and had
<strong>the</strong> confidence of his youth while <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r, although his feet were heavy,<br />
had skill and experience. As <strong>the</strong><br />
fight progressed both men rained<br />
blows on each o<strong>the</strong>r and <strong>the</strong> gauntlets<br />
kept playing on ear and temple while<br />
cruel, well placed blows often made<br />
teeth chatter. Entellus had a tendency<br />
to stand heavily on his feet and as<br />
<strong>the</strong> fight progressed, heavy panting<br />
also began to shake his great frame.<br />
But despite this his skill enabled him<br />
to avoid many of his opponents blows<br />
with only slight movements of his<br />
head or body. His rival, on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
hand, was like a general who attacks<br />
a high walled town by trying this<br />
approach and <strong>the</strong>n that and <strong>the</strong>n, after<br />
reconnoitring <strong>the</strong> whole stronghold,<br />
plies it with an endless number of<br />
varied assaults; all in vain. However,
after <strong>the</strong> fight had been raging around<br />
<strong>the</strong> ring for a while, Entellus raised up<br />
his right hand to strike, but o<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
quick eye saw <strong>the</strong> blow coming and<br />
dodged out of range. This caused<br />
Entellus, who had put his whole<br />
force behind <strong>the</strong> blow, to lose his<br />
balance and fall to <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, despite his age, he<br />
quickly began climbing back onto<br />
his feet and mighty roar came from<br />
<strong>the</strong> watching crowd while Acestes<br />
ran into <strong>the</strong> ring and helped his aged<br />
friend to stand. But undaunted by<br />
this setback Entellus came back into<br />
<strong>the</strong> fight fiercer than ever. His<br />
former strength had been<br />
reawakened by <strong>the</strong> sting of his shame<br />
and so, all on fire, he drove at Dares<br />
with repeated blows and forced him<br />
back across <strong>the</strong> ring. The blows, lefts
and rights in rapid combinations,<br />
rained on <strong>the</strong> stricken Dares who<br />
eventually stopped retreating and,<br />
covering his face with his arms, just<br />
stood and hoped that <strong>the</strong> torrent of<br />
pain would stop. Seeing this Anaeas<br />
jumped into <strong>the</strong> ring so as to put an<br />
end to <strong>the</strong> fight and rescue <strong>the</strong><br />
gasping Dares from certain death.<br />
'Entellus!' he cried. 'My good friend,<br />
what monstrous madness has seized<br />
you? Can you not see that Dares has<br />
lost <strong>the</strong> power to think and can no<br />
longer defend himself? Only his<br />
gigantic size has prevented you from<br />
knocking him senseless to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground. Give way to heaven and let<br />
<strong>the</strong> man live; for <strong>the</strong> gods have<br />
already made you <strong>the</strong> victor.'<br />
These words put an end to <strong>the</strong><br />
fight and Dares, who swayed
drunkenly on his feet, had to be<br />
supported by his comrades as <strong>the</strong>y led<br />
him gently from <strong>the</strong> ring while he<br />
spat out clots of blood and gore<br />
mixed with broken teeth. Once <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had laid him on <strong>the</strong> grass in a secluded<br />
spot one of <strong>the</strong>m went to collect<br />
<strong>the</strong> helmet and sword and at this<br />
admission of defeat, <strong>the</strong> conqueror,<br />
exulting in his victory, turned to<br />
Anaeas. 'Goddess-born,' he said, 'let<br />
<strong>the</strong> survivors of Troy look upon<br />
Dares, whom you have just saved<br />
from death, and note <strong>the</strong> strength<br />
which once dwelt in my frame.' Then<br />
putting on one of <strong>the</strong> gauntlets of Eryx<br />
on his right hand, he stood in front of<br />
his prize, raised up his arm and drove<br />
his fist into its forehead. The gauntlet<br />
crashed down on <strong>the</strong> bullock's head,<br />
shattered <strong>the</strong> skull and drove <strong>the</strong>
pieces of bone into its brain. Then,<br />
standing astride <strong>the</strong> dead animal<br />
which had collapsed at his feet <strong>the</strong><br />
victor cried. 'This life, Eryx, I render<br />
to <strong>the</strong>e as a better substitute for that<br />
of Dares who thought he could<br />
conquer <strong>the</strong> man you trained. But<br />
from now and forever I resign both<br />
<strong>the</strong> gauntlets and <strong>the</strong> game.'<br />
The boxing contest having been<br />
settled Anaeas set out <strong>the</strong> prizes for<br />
<strong>the</strong> next tournament and called for<br />
those who wanted to try <strong>the</strong>ir luck<br />
at archery. He ordered <strong>the</strong> mast from<br />
<strong>the</strong> Centaur taken down and set up<br />
some distance away with a fluttering<br />
dove tied to it by a cord for <strong>the</strong><br />
target. The casting of lots decided<br />
that Hippocoon, son of Hyrtacus,<br />
would be <strong>the</strong> first to loose his arrow.<br />
Second would be Menes<strong>the</strong>us who
already wore an olive wreath as a<br />
result of having captained <strong>the</strong> Shark<br />
to second place in <strong>the</strong> boat race.<br />
Third would be Eurytion, a bro<strong>the</strong>r<br />
of Prince Pandaros; <strong>the</strong> man who had<br />
been tricked by Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne into<br />
destroying <strong>the</strong> truce between <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians and Trojans and later,<br />
when fighting alongside Anaeas,<br />
had fallen to Diomedes. Last came<br />
Acestes who, although no longer<br />
young, still felt that his skill would<br />
make him a match for <strong>the</strong> younger<br />
men. The order having been settled<br />
Hippocoon took his place at <strong>the</strong> line<br />
and let his arrow fly through <strong>the</strong><br />
heavens. But it was a miss because<br />
instead of striking <strong>the</strong> dove, <strong>the</strong> arrow<br />
stuck quivering in <strong>the</strong> mast. After<br />
him Menes<strong>the</strong>us drew his bowstring<br />
back to his chest and let his arrow
fly. Alas, his arrow also missed but<br />
so close to <strong>the</strong> bird did it come that<br />
it cut <strong>the</strong> cord which te<strong>the</strong>red it to <strong>the</strong><br />
mast. Away <strong>the</strong> bird flew towards<br />
<strong>the</strong> south and <strong>the</strong> murky clouds which<br />
had begun to ga<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> distance<br />
and at this, quick as thought,<br />
Eurytion brea<strong>the</strong>d a prayer to his<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r's spirit and fixed his eye<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> bird. After drawing <strong>the</strong><br />
string of his bro<strong>the</strong>r's great bow<br />
back to his chest, he let his hungry<br />
arrow fly. It leapt from <strong>the</strong> bow in<br />
pursuit of <strong>the</strong> fluttering dove and<br />
did not miss its mark for, after arching<br />
high up into <strong>the</strong> sky, it pierced <strong>the</strong><br />
bird on its way back to <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
and down she fell; bringing <strong>the</strong> arrow<br />
back to earth with her body while<br />
leaving her life in <strong>the</strong> sky above.<br />
Everyone, astonished by <strong>the</strong> shot,
cheered loudly and although one or<br />
two remarked on <strong>the</strong> similarity<br />
between this contest and <strong>the</strong> one<br />
which had taken place at <strong>the</strong> funeral<br />
games of Patroklos, <strong>the</strong> great friend<br />
of Achilles, all agreed that Eurytion<br />
was <strong>the</strong> winner of <strong>the</strong> contest. But<br />
Acestes had still not fired his arrow<br />
and so had not had a chance to<br />
display his skill. But even though he<br />
didn't have a target to aim at, he let<br />
his arrow fly into <strong>the</strong> sky and <strong>the</strong> eyes<br />
of <strong>the</strong> spectators were met by an<br />
amazing sight; <strong>the</strong> story of which<br />
would be passed from parent to child<br />
for many generations to come. The<br />
arrow, as it soared high up into <strong>the</strong><br />
sky and flew towards <strong>the</strong> clouds,<br />
caught fire and everyone was able to<br />
mark its trail by <strong>the</strong> flame.<br />
Spellbound, everyone watched as <strong>the</strong>
flaming arrow grew smaller and<br />
smaller and <strong>the</strong>n vanished completely<br />
into <strong>the</strong> insubstantial air. So aghast<br />
were <strong>the</strong>y at what <strong>the</strong>y had seen <strong>the</strong>y<br />
all stood rooted to <strong>the</strong> spot and it was<br />
some time before any of <strong>the</strong>m<br />
recovered <strong>the</strong>ir wits.<br />
Anaeas was <strong>the</strong> first to regain his<br />
composure and such was his delight<br />
at <strong>the</strong> amazing sight he had just<br />
witnessed, he clasped Acestes to his<br />
chest. 'The mighty monarch of<br />
Olympus,' he cried, 'has ordained<br />
that with your arrow you have earned<br />
yourself a special prize.<br />
Consequently I will give you<br />
something which is of great value to<br />
me because it belonged to my fa<strong>the</strong>r:<br />
a beautiful bowl embossed with<br />
figures which a long time ago Cisseus<br />
gave to my fa<strong>the</strong>r as a testimony of
his love.'<br />
So saying Anaeas proclaimed<br />
Acestes to be <strong>the</strong> finest of all archers<br />
and after placing <strong>the</strong> bowl in his<br />
hands, he crowned his brow with<br />
verdant bays. This delighted<br />
everyone and even Eurytion, who had<br />
been <strong>the</strong> one to bring <strong>the</strong> bird from<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky, did not begrudge <strong>the</strong> old man<br />
his pre-eminence. The second prize<br />
was given to <strong>the</strong> Menes<strong>the</strong>us who had<br />
cut <strong>the</strong> cord and <strong>the</strong> third to<br />
Hippocoon whose arrow still stuck in<br />
<strong>the</strong> mast.<br />
The prizes had been given out<br />
Anaeas went up to Epytides, <strong>the</strong><br />
guardian and companion of Ascanius,<br />
and whispered in his ear. 'Go now<br />
and tell Ascanius that if his company<br />
of boys is ready, he is to bring his<br />
cavalry onto <strong>the</strong> field and show
himself in arms.' He <strong>the</strong>n called for<br />
<strong>the</strong> crowd to move back and allow<br />
plenty of space in <strong>the</strong> centre of <strong>the</strong><br />
field. As soon as this had been<br />
done <strong>the</strong> boys came prancing in on<br />
well-trained steeds in even,<br />
disciplined lines which gladdened <strong>the</strong><br />
heart of every fa<strong>the</strong>r watching. After<br />
passing <strong>the</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>red chivalry of<br />
Sicania and Troy <strong>the</strong> boys levelled<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir spears and continued to parade<br />
around <strong>the</strong> field. After this, in a<br />
glittering show, <strong>the</strong> group broke into<br />
three companies, twelve boys in each.<br />
The first was led by a young Priam<br />
who revived his grandfa<strong>the</strong>r's name<br />
and was a son of Polites. He rode a<br />
light brown Thracian steed dappled<br />
with spots of white and white on <strong>the</strong><br />
extremes of his prancing feet and<br />
also on his forehead. The second was
led by Atys, a friend of Ascanius and<br />
from whom was to come <strong>the</strong> house of<br />
Roman Atii. Third, and surpassing<br />
<strong>the</strong>m all in beauty, came Ascanius<br />
on a Sidonian steed which had been<br />
given to him by Queen Dido in<br />
testimony of her love. The rest of<br />
<strong>the</strong> boys rode Trinacrian horses<br />
from <strong>the</strong> stables of Acestes and <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were greeted by loud applause as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y rode around <strong>the</strong> ring; though<br />
some began to worry in case one of<br />
<strong>the</strong> youths should lose <strong>the</strong>ir balance<br />
and fall to <strong>the</strong> ground. However, once<br />
<strong>the</strong> riders had made a circuit of <strong>the</strong><br />
field and enjoyed <strong>the</strong> looks <strong>the</strong>y<br />
received from <strong>the</strong> envious eyes of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir friends, Epytides gave <strong>the</strong> signal<br />
and in regular order all <strong>the</strong> boys<br />
turned <strong>the</strong>ir horses in towards <strong>the</strong><br />
centre and began galloping across <strong>the</strong>
field. Everyone was amazed at <strong>the</strong><br />
youths' ability to stay on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
galloping mounts and, as he watched,<br />
Anaeas began to wonder if <strong>the</strong>re<br />
wasn't some way in which a warrior<br />
might be firmly secured to a horse so<br />
he could fight from its back in a<br />
battle without having to worry about<br />
falling off. It was, alas, only a fleeting<br />
thought which had crossed his mind<br />
many times before and to which <strong>the</strong>re<br />
didn't appear to be an answer and so<br />
he turned his attention back to <strong>the</strong><br />
boys as <strong>the</strong>y raced forward. As he<br />
watched one company wheeled to <strong>the</strong><br />
right, ano<strong>the</strong>r to <strong>the</strong> left while <strong>the</strong><br />
third carried straight on. After that<br />
<strong>the</strong> two companies which had<br />
wheeled took up <strong>the</strong>ir positions at<br />
each end of <strong>the</strong> field and charged<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r with spears levelled. Four
times <strong>the</strong> two companies charged each<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r and <strong>the</strong> spectators were<br />
horrified in case <strong>the</strong> horses collided or<br />
one of <strong>the</strong> boys was injured or killed<br />
by a spear. But each time <strong>the</strong> riders<br />
passed each o<strong>the</strong>r safely and, when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> field, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
wheeled <strong>the</strong>ir mounts and charged<br />
again. When this display was over,<br />
all three companies rode slowly<br />
towards each o<strong>the</strong>r and as <strong>the</strong>y met,<br />
each rider weaved his horse in and<br />
out of <strong>the</strong> horses in <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
companies. Even as men tell of that<br />
old labyrinth in lofty Crete which is<br />
cunningly woven with high walls and<br />
a thousand paths which wind around<br />
until <strong>the</strong> traveller is completely<br />
baffled by <strong>the</strong> maze and has no idea<br />
of w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y are or how to return,<br />
in such a way did <strong>the</strong>se sons of
Dardanus interlace <strong>the</strong> movements<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir steeds and leave <strong>the</strong> spectators<br />
both confused and amazed. In later<br />
years, when he built <strong>the</strong> great walls<br />
of Alba <strong>the</strong> Long, Ascanius revived<br />
<strong>the</strong> exercise and taught <strong>the</strong> early<br />
Latins to perform it as he and <strong>the</strong><br />
surviving youths of Troy had done in<br />
earlier years. The men of Alba taught<br />
it to <strong>the</strong>ir sons and from <strong>the</strong>m mighty<br />
Rome received its great tradition of<br />
disciplined horsemanship.<br />
But while <strong>the</strong> boys were busy<br />
displaying <strong>the</strong>ir skills, Fortune exchanged<br />
her old faith for new because<br />
Juno, who had been infuriated by her<br />
failure to turn <strong>the</strong> city of Carthage<br />
into a great new empire dedicated to<br />
her, renewed her hatred for <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans and sent Iris down to <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
to cause trouble. Iris, <strong>the</strong> celestial
messenger and maid, sped down from<br />
Olympus to <strong>the</strong> fleet of Ilios in a<br />
blaze of colour and when she got<br />
<strong>the</strong>re, she found <strong>the</strong> Trojan dames<br />
on <strong>the</strong> beach weeping for <strong>the</strong> lost<br />
Anchises, but as <strong>the</strong>y wept, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
gazed one and all at <strong>the</strong> frightening<br />
sea. 'Alas, that my wearied soul<br />
should still have so many waters to<br />
cross,' was <strong>the</strong> cry of almost every<br />
heart and all yearned for a city and a<br />
home which would put an end to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
wanderings. When she saw this, Iris,<br />
who when bidden to by <strong>the</strong> vindictive<br />
Queen of Heaven, was no novice at<br />
causing trouble, alighted among <strong>the</strong>m<br />
and, after leaving aside her heavenly<br />
body, she took on <strong>the</strong> shape and<br />
form of Beroe, <strong>the</strong> aged wife of<br />
Doryclus of Tmaros who had once<br />
had both a name and children in Troy.
In this guise she stood in <strong>the</strong> midst of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojan women and cried out.<br />
'Wretched women, not to have been<br />
killed under <strong>the</strong> walls of Troy or<br />
dragged off into slavery by <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians. What worse fate has<br />
fortune in store for us? This is <strong>the</strong><br />
eighth spring since <strong>the</strong> fall of Troy<br />
and still we are being driven over<br />
unfriendly seas. But w<strong>here</strong>ver we go,<br />
Italy always seems to recede and we<br />
are cruelly tossed from wave to wave.<br />
But now we are in <strong>the</strong> land of<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r Eryx who was a Trojan and<br />
Acestes is our ancient friend. So why<br />
don't we stay <strong>here</strong> and begin digging<br />
<strong>the</strong> foundations to a new city? Oh my<br />
country! Oh gods of our homes who<br />
were snatched in vain from <strong>the</strong> foe!<br />
Shall we never live in a city with <strong>the</strong><br />
name of Troy again? Shall we never
on earth see <strong>the</strong> streams which Hector<br />
loved; his Skamandros and his<br />
Simois?' At this <strong>the</strong> goddess paused<br />
and turned her hypnotic gaze on <strong>the</strong><br />
women who surrounded her. Then<br />
she cried. 'Come, we have sailed for<br />
long enough! Join me in burning<br />
<strong>the</strong>se accursed ships for in my sleep<br />
I am sure I saw <strong>the</strong> likeness of<br />
Kassandra <strong>the</strong> seer put blazing<br />
torches into my hands. After she had<br />
done this she said in that voice we all<br />
knew so well, "Here and only <strong>here</strong><br />
should you look for a new Troy<br />
because <strong>here</strong> and only <strong>here</strong> do you<br />
have a future. If you are not to die on<br />
a storm tossed sea while searching<br />
for a land which doesn't exist, <strong>the</strong><br />
hour for action has come." Then she<br />
pointed to <strong>the</strong> group of altars at<br />
which we now worship, all of which,
like now, had a fire burning in front<br />
of <strong>the</strong>m and said, "See, <strong>here</strong> are four<br />
altars dedicated to Poseidon who<br />
himself gives you <strong>the</strong> fire which will<br />
finally build you both a city and a<br />
home."'<br />
So saying Iris snatched a<br />
burning brand from one of <strong>the</strong> fires<br />
and hurled it towards <strong>the</strong> ships. The<br />
women gazed at her in confusion but<br />
<strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> eldest of all, Pyrgo, who had<br />
been a royal nurse to King Priam's<br />
many sons, cried out. 'This is not<br />
Beroe <strong>the</strong> wife of Doryclus! Look<br />
at those signs of heavenly beauty<br />
and also at those glowing eyes. Look<br />
at her majestic presence and listen<br />
to <strong>the</strong> beauty of her voice. Just a<br />
short while ago I left Beroe who<br />
is sick and frail and deeply<br />
distressed by her inability to pay
homage to Anchises.'<br />
But although <strong>the</strong> matrons heard<br />
her words, <strong>the</strong> goddess robbed <strong>the</strong>m<br />
of meaning and so every eye began<br />
looking on <strong>the</strong> ships with evil intent.<br />
Every heart was torn between a<br />
yearning for a home of its own and<br />
<strong>the</strong> voice of destiny which bid it<br />
search for a distant realm. At this<br />
<strong>the</strong> goddess knew her work had been<br />
done and so, leaving <strong>the</strong> women<br />
maddened by <strong>the</strong> thought of having to<br />
spend endless years on stormy seas,<br />
she soared up into <strong>the</strong> sky and<br />
returned to Olympus. However, just<br />
as she left <strong>the</strong> women began shrieking<br />
and, snatching burning brands<br />
from <strong>the</strong> altars, <strong>the</strong>y hurled <strong>the</strong>m at<br />
<strong>the</strong> vessels. This delighted<br />
Hephaistos, God of Fire, who took<br />
off at full speed along <strong>the</strong> line of
ships and began his work of<br />
destruction. But <strong>the</strong> news of <strong>the</strong> fleet<br />
on fire was carried quickly to <strong>the</strong> men<br />
at <strong>the</strong> remembrance games by <strong>the</strong><br />
cloud of thick black smoke which<br />
rose up into <strong>the</strong> sky and when <strong>the</strong>y<br />
saw it, everyone started to wonder<br />
what had happened. Ascanius was<br />
<strong>the</strong> first to realize <strong>the</strong> smoke<br />
signalled trouble at <strong>the</strong> ships and so,<br />
digging his heels into his horse and<br />
calling for his friends to follow, he led<br />
his cavalry down to <strong>the</strong> beach while<br />
<strong>the</strong> men started running after him with<br />
all <strong>the</strong> speed <strong>the</strong>y could. When he<br />
arrived at <strong>the</strong> beach Ascanius took in<br />
at a glance what was happening and<br />
watched in horror as <strong>the</strong> women<br />
continued to hurl burning brands at<br />
<strong>the</strong> ships. 'What strange madness is<br />
this, my poor country women?' He
cried. 'I thought for a moment that<br />
<strong>the</strong> Argive foe had arrived but now I<br />
see that it is your own hopes you are<br />
burning.' At this he took off <strong>the</strong><br />
helmet he had been wearing for <strong>the</strong><br />
sport and, in frustration, flung it on<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground. It was just at this moment<br />
that Anaeas arrived with <strong>the</strong> main<br />
body of men at his heels and at <strong>the</strong><br />
sight of <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong> matrons took off<br />
in panic and fled along <strong>the</strong> beach;<br />
running this way and that as each tried<br />
to find a place in which to hide. The<br />
arrival of <strong>the</strong>ir men had broken Iris'<br />
hypnotic spell and now, as <strong>the</strong>y began<br />
to realize what <strong>the</strong>y had done, <strong>the</strong><br />
spirit of Juno was exorcised from<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir souls. But despite <strong>the</strong>ir horror at<br />
what <strong>the</strong>y had done and <strong>the</strong>ir sorrow,<br />
<strong>the</strong> ships continued to burn and no<br />
matter how hard <strong>the</strong> men tried to put
<strong>the</strong> fires out, <strong>the</strong> Fire God refused to<br />
let go and roaring flames continued<br />
to engulf <strong>the</strong> ships. Seeing <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
burn Anaeas tore his fine clo<strong>the</strong>s from<br />
his back and raised his hands in<br />
prayer. 'Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus <strong>the</strong> almighty,'<br />
he cried. 'is your hatred so great<br />
that you would destroy <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
Trojan race? If you have any regard<br />
for human suffering, I beg you to save<br />
<strong>the</strong> fleet from flame and rescue from<br />
death <strong>the</strong> shattered commonwealth of<br />
Troy. Or else use a thunderbolt to<br />
send me, this poor wretch who stands<br />
before you now, to Hades' Halls. But<br />
whatever you choose to do, let thy<br />
will be done.'<br />
Far-sighted Zeus had, however,<br />
known what Juno had been planning<br />
and what would eventually happen<br />
and so, for many hours before Iris had
even visited <strong>the</strong> fleet, he had been<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>ring <strong>the</strong> thunder clouds in<br />
readiness. Consequently, as soon as<br />
Anaeas had finished praying, he<br />
unleashed <strong>the</strong> black tempest and,<br />
while <strong>the</strong> rolling thunder pealed<br />
through both highland and lowland,<br />
fierce torrents of rain poured down on<br />
<strong>the</strong> ships. Such was <strong>the</strong> deluge that<br />
every spark <strong>the</strong> Fire God loved so<br />
much was quenched and <strong>the</strong> vessels,<br />
apart from four, were saved from<br />
complete destruction. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus<br />
still intended Anaeas to reach <strong>the</strong> land<br />
of Italy and rebuild <strong>the</strong> Trojan<br />
empire.<br />
However, although most of <strong>the</strong><br />
ships had been saved, Anaeas was so<br />
devastated by <strong>the</strong> sight of <strong>the</strong> damage<br />
and <strong>the</strong> burnt out hulks that he<br />
began to wonder whe<strong>the</strong>r he should
continue his quest for Italy or shut<br />
his ears to <strong>the</strong> call of Fate and settle<br />
in <strong>the</strong> plains of Sicily. But as he<br />
turned <strong>the</strong> problem over in his mind,<br />
old Nautes, whom Tritonian Pallas<br />
had endowed with wisdom so he<br />
could perceive <strong>the</strong> future and warn of<br />
both heaven's wrath and what<br />
destiny required, addressed him in<br />
words of comfort: 'Goddess-born,'<br />
he said quietly, 'regardless of how<br />
badly we are treated by our fate, we<br />
are obliged to pursue it because we<br />
must win our way through endurance.<br />
But, before you make a final<br />
decision, don't be afraid of sharing<br />
your worries with Acestes because<br />
he is a son of Dardanos and also has<br />
<strong>the</strong> blood of a god in his veins.<br />
Nei<strong>the</strong>r should you be afraid of<br />
asking him for whatever help you
need because he will not refuse you.<br />
The loss of four ships means we can't<br />
take everyone with us, so consign to<br />
him those who are too weary of <strong>the</strong><br />
ocean to follow your fortunes. The<br />
old men, <strong>the</strong> matrons and whoever<br />
else you think is too weak or<br />
timorous to withstand <strong>the</strong> stresses of<br />
our future. Set <strong>the</strong>se apart and leave<br />
<strong>the</strong>m <strong>here</strong> in this land of rest so <strong>the</strong>y<br />
can build a town of <strong>the</strong>ir own and<br />
honour Acestes by calling it Acesta.<br />
These words of wisdom only<br />
angered and confused Anaeas<br />
because he was deeply disturbed by<br />
<strong>the</strong> thought of leaving anyone behind.<br />
But later that night, as he slept, a<br />
vision of his fa<strong>the</strong>r came down from<br />
heaven and interrupted his dreams.<br />
'My son,' it said in <strong>the</strong> voice Anaeas<br />
knew so well, 'who through years of
hardship has been trained in <strong>the</strong><br />
school of Troy's destiny and who is<br />
dearer to me than even <strong>the</strong> life I have<br />
left, I come at <strong>the</strong> command of Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Zeus who chased <strong>the</strong> Fire God from<br />
your ships and looks on your needs<br />
with pity in his heart. Obey <strong>the</strong><br />
counsel which Nautes has so wisely<br />
given you. Let only <strong>the</strong> flower of our<br />
youth and those who have <strong>the</strong><br />
stoutest hearts follow you to Italy<br />
because <strong>the</strong> people you have to battle<br />
in Latium are hard as stone and skilled<br />
in warfare. But, because of this,<br />
before you go <strong>the</strong>re, you must visit<br />
<strong>the</strong> infernal halls of Dis and travel<br />
through <strong>the</strong> deep shades of Avernus<br />
until such time as you meet your<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r again. But do not fret for me<br />
my son, godless Tartarus and its<br />
spectres of sorrow have no hold on me
for I am in <strong>the</strong> company of <strong>the</strong> good<br />
and dwell in Elysium. After <strong>the</strong><br />
streaming blood of sacrificial cattle<br />
has unlocked her voice, <strong>the</strong> virgin<br />
Sibyl shall point out your way and<br />
<strong>the</strong>re you will hear of your future and<br />
<strong>the</strong> city which fate has in store for<br />
you. But now I must bid you farewell<br />
because dark night has reached <strong>the</strong><br />
midst of its swift career and <strong>the</strong><br />
relentless Day Star has touched me<br />
with <strong>the</strong> breadth of his panting<br />
steeds.'<br />
This said <strong>the</strong> vision began fading<br />
into <strong>the</strong> insubstantial air and as it did<br />
so Anaeas leapt from his bed and<br />
tried to clasp his fa<strong>the</strong>r to his breast.<br />
'W<strong>here</strong> are you going?' He cried.<br />
'Why are you leaving in such haste?<br />
From whom are you flying? What<br />
power keeps you from my embrace?'
But having gone <strong>the</strong> vision<br />
refused to return and so, after his<br />
racing heart had slowed and he could<br />
think rationally again, Anaeas put<br />
some wood on <strong>the</strong> slumbering flames<br />
which burned before <strong>the</strong> altars and<br />
honoured <strong>the</strong> god of Pergamos and<br />
hoary Vesta by placing food on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
altars and filling <strong>the</strong> censer with fresh<br />
incense.<br />
His task completed he called his<br />
friends and told <strong>the</strong>m of his dream<br />
and of what Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus had<br />
commanded. He also told <strong>the</strong>m that<br />
his mind had at last been made up and<br />
so, with Acestes' help, he arranged<br />
for <strong>the</strong> names of all those with hearts<br />
which heeded not <strong>the</strong> stir of great<br />
renown to be transferred to <strong>the</strong> new<br />
city's role. Once <strong>the</strong> decision had<br />
been made and <strong>the</strong> survivors of
Troy had been divided into two<br />
groups, those who were to continue<br />
<strong>the</strong> quest for Italy set about repairing<br />
<strong>the</strong> ships and making <strong>the</strong>m ready for<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r voyage while those who<br />
were to stay behind began building<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir new town. Anaeas and Acestes<br />
marked out <strong>the</strong> foundations on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground and, by <strong>the</strong> drawing of lots,<br />
assigned pieces of land to each person<br />
and, by so doing, <strong>the</strong>y created a new<br />
but much smaller Troy. Acestes, a<br />
true Trojan, was <strong>the</strong>n handed <strong>the</strong><br />
royal sceptre of this new city and<br />
proclaimed to his assembled senate<br />
<strong>the</strong> laws by which <strong>the</strong> people were<br />
to live.<br />
The foundations of <strong>the</strong> city<br />
having been established, <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
nation stopped to enjoy a nine day<br />
banquet and on every day, each one
of <strong>the</strong> altars received <strong>the</strong>ir due<br />
observance.<br />
But once <strong>the</strong> banquet was over<br />
Anaeas was called to <strong>the</strong> deep once<br />
more by <strong>the</strong> repeated whispers of <strong>the</strong><br />
gentle winds. However, as <strong>the</strong> fleet<br />
got ready to sail, <strong>the</strong> shore was<br />
engulfed with <strong>the</strong> sound of weeping<br />
and <strong>the</strong> prolonged embraces kept <strong>the</strong><br />
ships from <strong>the</strong> seas <strong>the</strong>y loved so<br />
much. Now that <strong>the</strong> time to depart had<br />
arrived, even <strong>the</strong> matrons and weaklings<br />
who had so recently shuddered<br />
at <strong>the</strong> very sight of <strong>the</strong> sea wanted<br />
to climb aboard <strong>the</strong> wooden ships<br />
once more and risk all <strong>the</strong> dangers<br />
of <strong>the</strong> journey. But Anaeas cheered<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with words of kindness and<br />
tearfully gave <strong>the</strong>m into <strong>the</strong> care of<br />
Acestes who was both his kinsman<br />
and <strong>the</strong>irs. Then after ordering <strong>the</strong>
slaying of three calves to Eryx and an<br />
ewe lamb to <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r gods, he cut<br />
<strong>the</strong> hawsaws and, with his head<br />
wrea<strong>the</strong>d in olive leaves, stood in <strong>the</strong><br />
prow of his ship and consigned both<br />
<strong>the</strong> entrails of <strong>the</strong> slaughtered animals<br />
and many cups of sparkling wine to<br />
<strong>the</strong> briny water. This pleased <strong>the</strong><br />
Olympians greatly and so a gentle<br />
wind immediately blew up from <strong>the</strong><br />
stern and pushed <strong>the</strong> ships towards<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir unknown future while <strong>the</strong><br />
crews, each vying with each, dipped<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir polished blades into <strong>the</strong> water<br />
and swept <strong>the</strong> marble surface.<br />
Despite <strong>the</strong> calm waters and<br />
gentle winds, as <strong>the</strong> ships made <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way out into <strong>the</strong> sea, Aphrodite, who<br />
was frantic with anxiety for her son,<br />
went to Poseidon. 'The terrible anger<br />
of Juno's bottomless heart,' she said,
'forces me to abase myself before you<br />
in prayer because nei<strong>the</strong>r time nor<br />
<strong>the</strong> piety of man will ever soften her<br />
wrath. It is not enough that she, in<br />
her monstrous malice, has torn <strong>the</strong><br />
heart from <strong>the</strong> breast of Phrygia and<br />
burnt <strong>the</strong> city of Troy to <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
now she pursues <strong>the</strong> survivors and<br />
such is her fiendishness, she will<br />
always seek some way of causing<br />
<strong>the</strong>m harm. You yourself know that<br />
in <strong>the</strong> Libyan waters she raised a<br />
terrible tempest and sank two of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir ships by ignoring <strong>the</strong> will of<br />
heaven and bribing King Aeolus to<br />
send <strong>the</strong> storms which convulsed <strong>the</strong><br />
realm of which you are <strong>the</strong> master.<br />
And now, by goading <strong>the</strong> women to<br />
crime, she has basely destroyed a part<br />
of <strong>the</strong> fleet and so my son has had<br />
to leave many of his people behind
on an unknown shore. I <strong>the</strong>refore<br />
beg that as <strong>the</strong>y sail your waters, you<br />
allow what remains of <strong>the</strong> fleet to<br />
spread its sails in safety and, if my<br />
prayer is lawful, also let it touch <strong>the</strong><br />
mouth of Laurentian Tiber and find<br />
<strong>the</strong> city which has been granted to my<br />
son by Fate.<br />
The second son of Kronos and<br />
lord of <strong>the</strong> ocean answered her. 'You<br />
have every right, Queen of Cy<strong>the</strong>ra, to<br />
place your trust in <strong>the</strong>se realms of<br />
mine; from whence you yourself<br />
drawest thy birth. I have earned your<br />
trust as well for have I not often<br />
checked <strong>the</strong> madness of <strong>the</strong><br />
Olympians? You may remember that<br />
when Achilles was routing <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans and killing <strong>the</strong>m in such an<br />
orgy of death that <strong>the</strong>ir bodies<br />
choked <strong>the</strong> rivers and even prevented
Xanthus from threading his way to<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea, I myself saved Anaeas from<br />
death. On that day, when Anaeas<br />
confronted <strong>the</strong> mighty son of Peleus<br />
with weaker arms and weaker aid<br />
from heaven, I snatched him from<br />
death and I did that even though my<br />
whole heart was bent on destroying<br />
<strong>the</strong> walls of perjured Troy; walls<br />
which I myself had built. However,<br />
as my mind was <strong>the</strong>n, so it is now and<br />
you can banish your fears because,<br />
according to your prayer, Anaeas and<br />
all his crew shall reach <strong>the</strong> haven of<br />
Avernus. However, one <strong>the</strong>re must be<br />
and only one whom your prayers will<br />
not protect from <strong>the</strong> briny waters<br />
because one life, and only one, must<br />
be given for many.'<br />
Having soo<strong>the</strong>d <strong>the</strong> goddess'<br />
heart with <strong>the</strong>se words <strong>the</strong> august
Lord of <strong>the</strong> Sea took a golden yoke<br />
and yoked his steeds to his chariot.<br />
The beautiful chariot, which was <strong>the</strong><br />
colour of <strong>the</strong> ocean and so invisible<br />
to men, <strong>the</strong>n glided lightly over <strong>the</strong><br />
water's surface and at its approach,<br />
<strong>the</strong> waves bowed down while <strong>the</strong><br />
water beneath its wheels remained<br />
still. As <strong>the</strong> steeds raced along <strong>the</strong><br />
beings of <strong>the</strong> sea came up from <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
homes in <strong>the</strong> deep and swam alongside;<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir hearts filled with joy at<br />
<strong>the</strong> presence of <strong>the</strong>ir lord and<br />
master. Along with <strong>the</strong> enormous<br />
whales <strong>the</strong>re was <strong>the</strong> aged Glaucus<br />
and his followers, Ino's young<br />
Palaemon, many fast swimming<br />
Tritons and <strong>the</strong> whole host of those<br />
who followed Phorcus while on <strong>the</strong><br />
left swam Thetis of <strong>the</strong> silver<br />
slippers, <strong>the</strong> maiden Panopea, Nesaee,
Spio, Thalia and Cymodoce.<br />
Meanwhile, on <strong>the</strong> ships, an<br />
indefinable something about <strong>the</strong><br />
atmosp<strong>here</strong> sent a soft thrill of joy<br />
through <strong>the</strong> breast of Anaeas and so<br />
he called for every mast to be raised<br />
and every sail to be stretched on its<br />
yardarm. At this command <strong>the</strong> men,<br />
all of whom had been infected by <strong>the</strong><br />
same feeling, strained on <strong>the</strong> ropes<br />
with a will and in moments <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
were being wafted quickly along by<br />
<strong>the</strong> stiff winds <strong>the</strong>y loved so much;<br />
<strong>the</strong> way being led by Palinurus who<br />
stood at <strong>the</strong> helm and shaped <strong>the</strong><br />
fleet's course.<br />
As light turned to darkness and<br />
<strong>the</strong> star studded night approached its<br />
climax, <strong>the</strong> men lay down by <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
benches and allowed honeyed sleep<br />
to engulf <strong>the</strong>ir minds. But Palinurus,
who was an experienced sailor and<br />
knew of <strong>the</strong> dangers which beset <strong>the</strong><br />
unwary, refused to sleep and kept a<br />
firm hand on <strong>the</strong> helm and a watchful<br />
eye on <strong>the</strong> stars above. But as he<br />
guided <strong>the</strong> fleet through <strong>the</strong> water<br />
Poseidon, coming up and sitting on<br />
<strong>the</strong> stern alongside him, put <strong>the</strong>se<br />
words into his mind. 'Palinurus,<br />
son of Iasus, you have been steering<br />
<strong>the</strong> ship all day but <strong>the</strong> winds are<br />
breathing evenly and <strong>the</strong> sea itself is<br />
steering <strong>the</strong> fleet, so why not rest<br />
those exhausted limbs of yours and<br />
let your weary eyes play truant from<br />
<strong>the</strong> toil.'<br />
But to this temptation Palinurus<br />
responded. 'What? Are you asking me<br />
to blind myself to smiling seas and<br />
sleeping waves? Is that what you<br />
want me to do? What sailor doesn't
know <strong>the</strong> seas can be fickle and<br />
change from a beautiful calm to a<br />
raging storm in but a moment?<br />
Would you ask me place my faith in<br />
<strong>the</strong> lying winds and deceitful skies<br />
whose fraud I have so often rued?'<br />
These words having passed<br />
through his mind he continued to<br />
concentrate on steering <strong>the</strong> ship and<br />
never once took his hand from <strong>the</strong><br />
rudder or his eye from <strong>the</strong> stars. But<br />
at this obstinacy <strong>the</strong> god waved over<br />
his head a bough dripping with<br />
Le<strong>the</strong>'s dews and drugged with <strong>the</strong><br />
charms of Styx and so, despite<br />
himself, Palinurus closed his<br />
swimming eyes. But scarce had<br />
sudden slumber begun to unstring his<br />
limbs when <strong>the</strong> god picked him up and<br />
effortlessly hurled him over <strong>the</strong><br />
stern. But as sleep carried his
weightless spirit up into <strong>the</strong> sky<br />
<strong>the</strong>re were no cries for help, not even<br />
when his heavy body struck <strong>the</strong><br />
rudder and broke a piece of it off.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, such was <strong>the</strong> evenness<br />
of <strong>the</strong> wind that even without a<br />
helmsman <strong>the</strong> fleet travelled along<br />
under <strong>the</strong> protection of Poseidon's<br />
promise and continued to ride safely<br />
over <strong>the</strong> water. But as <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
neared <strong>the</strong> cliffs of <strong>the</strong> unfriendly<br />
sirens' isle; under which lay <strong>the</strong><br />
wrecks of many ships and <strong>the</strong> white<br />
bones of countless sailors, Anaeas<br />
perceived <strong>the</strong> unsteady reel of his<br />
masterless ship and, racing to <strong>the</strong><br />
stern, found Palinurus missing.<br />
Quickly taking <strong>the</strong> helm himself he<br />
guided <strong>the</strong> ship past <strong>the</strong> cliffs which<br />
remained silent because Poseidon, in<br />
honour of his promise to Aphrodite
and because he had already given <strong>the</strong><br />
sirens a life to satisfy <strong>the</strong>ir yearnings,<br />
had ordered <strong>the</strong>m to hold <strong>the</strong>ir tongues<br />
while <strong>the</strong> fleet passed. So, as <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
sailed along, <strong>the</strong> open-eared Anaeas,<br />
unaware of <strong>the</strong> great danger from<br />
which he was being protected,<br />
mourned <strong>the</strong> loss of his friend.<br />
'Victim of a clear sky and calm<br />
seas,' he cried out, 'you will lie,<br />
Palinurus, a naked corpse on a beach<br />
unknown. But you will not be<br />
forgotten.'
Book VI<br />
Mourning <strong>the</strong> loss of his friend<br />
Anaeas continued guiding <strong>the</strong> fleet<br />
onwards and in due time arrived on<br />
<strong>the</strong> shores of Euboean Cumae. T<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> crews moored <strong>the</strong> ships with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
sterns to <strong>the</strong> shore after which, with<br />
that fiery zeal of men who have spent<br />
many days at sea, <strong>the</strong>y leapt onto<br />
<strong>the</strong> Hesperian shore and while some<br />
quickly started fires, o<strong>the</strong>rs went to<br />
look for streams of fresh water.<br />
Anaeas, after sending Achates to<br />
fetch <strong>the</strong> ancient priestess, went to <strong>the</strong><br />
heights on which <strong>the</strong> altar of Apollo<br />
was situated and also <strong>the</strong> vast cavern<br />
of <strong>the</strong> dreaded Sibyl: <strong>the</strong> ancient seer<br />
into whose breast <strong>the</strong> god spoke his
own mighty mind and into whose<br />
eyes he put visions of <strong>the</strong> future.<br />
The legend of <strong>the</strong> temple was that<br />
Daedalus, daring to trust himself to<br />
<strong>the</strong> air on wings of his own making,<br />
had flown from Minos along an<br />
unknown way until at last he had<br />
stood buoyant on top of this Euboean<br />
hill. Grateful to <strong>the</strong> land which had<br />
first received him he dedicated his<br />
fea<strong>the</strong>ry wings to Phoebus Apollo<br />
and raised a mighty temple on <strong>the</strong><br />
spot. On <strong>the</strong> doors he painted many<br />
pictures including one of Androgeos'<br />
death and also of <strong>the</strong> Cecrops who<br />
were cruelly made to pay <strong>the</strong> penalty<br />
with <strong>the</strong> lives of seven of <strong>the</strong>ir sons<br />
and, in <strong>the</strong> centre of this picture,<br />
surrounded by terrified youths, stood<br />
<strong>the</strong> dreaded urn from which lots of<br />
death were being drawn. On <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r
side of <strong>the</strong> door were pictures of <strong>the</strong><br />
Gnossian land and also a sequence<br />
of pictures which told <strong>the</strong> story of<br />
Pasiphae's tragic passion for a bull<br />
and <strong>the</strong> resulting child; <strong>the</strong> Minotaur<br />
who was half man, half brutish<br />
animal and a monument to<br />
monstrous love. O<strong>the</strong>r pictures told<br />
of how <strong>the</strong> temple was a marvel of<br />
craftsmanship and its interior maze<br />
was so inextricable that Daedalus, in<br />
his pity for <strong>the</strong> overwhelming<br />
passion of <strong>the</strong> royal princess, had<br />
unravelled <strong>the</strong> mystery for her by<br />
using a thread to guide her through<br />
<strong>the</strong> dark passageways. T<strong>here</strong> was<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r picture of poor Icarus flying<br />
high and close to <strong>the</strong> sun, but although<br />
<strong>the</strong> artist had twice tried to represent<br />
<strong>the</strong> tragedy in gold, he had failed both<br />
times.
Anaeas was so fascinated by <strong>the</strong><br />
pictures that he would have spent<br />
<strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> day examining <strong>the</strong>m<br />
had not Achates returned from his<br />
errand and brought with him<br />
Deiphobe, <strong>the</strong> daughter of Glaucus<br />
and priestess of Phoebus and Diana.<br />
Without any formality she spoke thus<br />
to him in a stern voice. 'This is not<br />
<strong>the</strong> time to gaze at pictures because<br />
your present work is to sacrifice<br />
seven bullocks which have been<br />
untouched by <strong>the</strong> yoke and also seven<br />
of your best sheep.'<br />
Although taken aback by <strong>the</strong><br />
abruptness of <strong>the</strong> command Anaeas<br />
ordered his followers to perform <strong>the</strong><br />
prescribed rites and when this had<br />
been done, <strong>the</strong> wi<strong>the</strong>red old priestess<br />
invited <strong>the</strong>m all into <strong>the</strong> lofty temple.<br />
One side of <strong>the</strong> Euboean cliff had
een hollowed out into a cave which<br />
had a hundred mouths and was approached<br />
by a hundred broad avenues<br />
and from <strong>the</strong>se, it was said that a<br />
hundred voices poured out in<br />
response to <strong>the</strong> Sibyl's chants. But<br />
just as <strong>the</strong>y were on <strong>the</strong> threshold <strong>the</strong><br />
maiden cried out. 'It is <strong>the</strong> moment to<br />
pray to <strong>the</strong> oracle for <strong>the</strong> god is <strong>here</strong>.<br />
I can feel his presence.'<br />
As she spoke her whole<br />
appearance began to undergo a<br />
change. Her hair broke lose from its<br />
braid and flew wildly about her head,<br />
her eyes became bloodshot and<br />
glaring while her bosom began<br />
heaving and panting as her turbulent<br />
soul filled with chaotic passions.<br />
The men watched as she grew<br />
larger and larger in front of <strong>the</strong>ir eyes<br />
and as <strong>the</strong> breath of <strong>the</strong> divine
presence took over her being, her<br />
voice suddenly ceased to be that of<br />
a old woman. In a clear, booming<br />
new voice she cried. 'What! A laggard<br />
at praying and making his vows?<br />
If Prince Anaeas of Troy insists on<br />
being a laggard, <strong>the</strong>n I have<br />
nothing to say for only sincere and<br />
heartfelt prayers will open <strong>the</strong> lips<br />
of this shrine.'<br />
After saying this <strong>the</strong> priestess fell<br />
silent and glared at Anaeas and his<br />
followers. This sent a cold shudder of<br />
fear running through <strong>the</strong> iron frames<br />
of <strong>the</strong> men who had faced so many<br />
dangers and hardships but <strong>the</strong> king<br />
began pouring out his very soul in<br />
prayer. 'Phoebus, you who have<br />
always been <strong>the</strong> friend of Troy, even<br />
in her greatest agonies. You who<br />
drew <strong>the</strong> Dardan bow of Prince Paris
and guided his arrow to <strong>the</strong> heel of<br />
<strong>the</strong> terrifying Achilles; <strong>the</strong> only open<br />
spot left by Hephaiastos' armour.<br />
With your guidance we have sailed all<br />
<strong>the</strong> seas and faced <strong>the</strong> Massylian<br />
tribes who have been thrust by nature<br />
out of view and we have also<br />
crossed <strong>the</strong> dangerous quicksands<br />
which surround <strong>the</strong>ir coasts. Now,<br />
although at last our hands are on<br />
<strong>the</strong> flying skirts of Italy, this has<br />
only been possible because you have<br />
been constantly at our side. You have<br />
also spared <strong>the</strong> gods and goddesses<br />
of Pergamus whose eyes were<br />
affronted by <strong>the</strong> savagery of Achaia<br />
and fall Troy. And thou, prophetess,<br />
who can read <strong>the</strong> future as easily as<br />
<strong>the</strong> present, tell me what is to happen<br />
for I am not asking for a crown<br />
which Fate does not owe me. Grant
a settlement in Latium to <strong>the</strong> sons of<br />
Dardanos and <strong>the</strong>ir wandering gods.<br />
To Phoebus and his Trivian sister I<br />
will, in my gratitude, set up a temple<br />
of solid marble and appoint feast days<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir honour. For <strong>the</strong>e too,<br />
priestess, I will build an august shrine<br />
and <strong>the</strong>re I will lodge <strong>the</strong> oracles and<br />
<strong>the</strong> secret words of destiny which<br />
you will speak to my nation and I will<br />
also consecrate chosen men to your<br />
service. Only commit not your<br />
prophesies to leaves lest <strong>the</strong>y become<br />
<strong>the</strong> sport of whirling winds. Utter<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with thine own lips, I implore<br />
<strong>the</strong>e.'<br />
But <strong>the</strong> prophetess, who was not<br />
yet Phoebus' willing slave, went<br />
storming around <strong>the</strong> cavern in a frenzy<br />
as though she hoped to unseat <strong>the</strong><br />
mighty god from her bosom. But
Phoebus plied <strong>the</strong> bit in her mouth<br />
more sharply and eventually her fury<br />
began to flag and, after taming her<br />
savage soul, Phoebus moulded her to<br />
his will. At this <strong>the</strong> hundred mighty<br />
doors of <strong>the</strong> chamber flew open of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir own accord and wafting through<br />
<strong>the</strong> air came <strong>the</strong> voice of prophecy.<br />
'Your perils at sea are over at last but<br />
on land heavier toils remain in store.<br />
The sons of Dardanos will come to<br />
<strong>the</strong> realm of Lavinium and so from<br />
this anxiety you should set your<br />
minds at rest. But think not that <strong>the</strong>re<br />
will be joy at your arrival for war,<br />
savage war, is in store for you and<br />
<strong>the</strong> foaming Tiber will run red with<br />
<strong>the</strong> blood of your warriors. That is<br />
<strong>the</strong> vision I see. But, be warned,<br />
although you will not lack for a<br />
Simois, Xanthus or Dorian camp,
ano<strong>the</strong>r Achilles awaits you in<br />
Latium and he also is <strong>the</strong> son of a<br />
goddess. Nor will Juno, daughter of<br />
Kronos and Queen of Heaven ever<br />
forget <strong>the</strong> judgment of Paris and her<br />
hatred for Troy and because of this<br />
you will be forced to subdue all <strong>the</strong><br />
cities which are now in Italy. An alien<br />
bride and a foreign bed will again<br />
bring you troubles but you, in so far<br />
as your destiny allows, will not<br />
yield to <strong>the</strong>se afflictions but will<br />
instead go forth all <strong>the</strong> bolder to<br />
meet <strong>the</strong>m. However, little as you<br />
dream it now, your first glimpse of<br />
safety and rest will come to you from<br />
an Argive town.'<br />
Such were <strong>the</strong> words which<br />
rebounded from <strong>the</strong> cavern walls and<br />
as soon as her frenzy had abated and<br />
<strong>the</strong> madness of her lips grew calm,
Anaeas began to speak. 'Nothing you<br />
have said, dread maiden, rises to<br />
mine eyes anything new or unlooked<br />
for. I have already been warned about<br />
all <strong>the</strong> dangers you prophesy.' He<br />
paused for a moment to ga<strong>the</strong>r his<br />
thoughts and <strong>the</strong>n continued.<br />
'Never<strong>the</strong>less, I do have one prayer to<br />
make because I have heard that it is<br />
from <strong>here</strong> that a man can pass into <strong>the</strong><br />
realm of <strong>the</strong> infernal monarch.<br />
T<strong>here</strong>fore I beg you to be my guide<br />
and unlock <strong>the</strong> sacred doors so I can<br />
enter <strong>the</strong> presence of my beloved<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r who I rescued from <strong>the</strong> midst<br />
of our foe and bore away on my<br />
shoulders through flames and a<br />
tempest of spears and arrows. He<br />
was <strong>the</strong> companion of my journey<br />
and despite his feeble frame, he<br />
shared with me all <strong>the</strong> storms of <strong>the</strong>
ocean as well as all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r terrors<br />
we encountered. But now he has come<br />
to me in a vision and asked me to<br />
visit him in <strong>the</strong> underworld. So I beg<br />
you to pity both <strong>the</strong> son and <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
and grant me thy grace because it<br />
was not for nothing that Hecate set<br />
you over <strong>the</strong> groves of Avernus. If<br />
Orpheus, with <strong>the</strong> help of his Thracian<br />
lyre had <strong>the</strong> power to fetch his wife<br />
back from <strong>the</strong> shade and if Pollux<br />
redeemed his bro<strong>the</strong>r by dying and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n bringing him back along those<br />
paths of darkness, why trouble to also<br />
talk of Theseus or <strong>the</strong> great Alkides?<br />
After all, my line, like <strong>the</strong>irs, is from<br />
Zeus most high.'<br />
Such was his prayer as his hands<br />
clasped <strong>the</strong> altar, but he had barely<br />
finished when <strong>the</strong> prophetess began<br />
to speak again. 'Heir to <strong>the</strong> blood of
<strong>the</strong> gods and son of Anchises.' She<br />
said. 'Going down to Avernus is easy<br />
because all day and all night <strong>the</strong> gates<br />
of gloomy Hades stand open and<br />
unbarred. But to retrace your footsteps<br />
and win your way back to <strong>the</strong> upper<br />
air is ano<strong>the</strong>r matter altoge<strong>the</strong>r and is<br />
something few have achieved. T<strong>here</strong><br />
have been a few who had <strong>the</strong><br />
power; favourites of Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus or<br />
those who <strong>the</strong>mselves sprang from<br />
gods and were exalted by heaven. But<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole of <strong>the</strong> intervening space is<br />
possessed by dark woods and<br />
encircled by <strong>the</strong> black windings of<br />
Cocytus' stream. Never<strong>the</strong>less, if<br />
your heart's yearning is so great and<br />
your madness so strong that you<br />
would try to twice cross <strong>the</strong> Stygian<br />
pool and also twice gaze on <strong>the</strong><br />
dreadful night of Tartarus, hear what
must first be done. T<strong>here</strong> is a tree<br />
from which springs a branch of gold<br />
and is dedicated to <strong>the</strong> service of <strong>the</strong><br />
Juno of <strong>the</strong> shades. It is hidden<br />
somew<strong>here</strong> in <strong>the</strong> forest but none can<br />
pierce <strong>the</strong> subterranean darkness<br />
until <strong>the</strong>y have first ga<strong>the</strong>red that<br />
leafy sprout of gold. Fair Proserpine<br />
has ordained that this be brought her<br />
as her own proper tribute and if you<br />
pluck one twig off, ano<strong>the</strong>r of gold<br />
just as pure is unfailingly <strong>the</strong>re. So let<br />
your eye be keen to search for it and<br />
when at last you find what you seek,<br />
let your hand be quick to pluck it. If<br />
you have been called by Fate it will<br />
follow your touch with willingness<br />
and ease, but if you have not been<br />
called, no strength of yours will<br />
remove it from its tree and nei<strong>the</strong>r<br />
will any knife or sword cut it free.
But besides this, I see that you have<br />
<strong>the</strong> breathless corpse of a friend<br />
which lies unburied. Alas, you know<br />
it not, but while you have been asking<br />
heaven's will and lingering on this,<br />
our threshold, an accident has tainted<br />
your whole fleet with <strong>the</strong> air of death.<br />
Him you must first consign to his<br />
proper place in a grave and afterwards<br />
you must make a sacrifice of black<br />
cattle at <strong>the</strong> altar as this will be <strong>the</strong><br />
expiation which will open your way.<br />
If Fate so decrees, you will <strong>the</strong>n at<br />
last look on <strong>the</strong> groves of Styx and<br />
realms untrodden by <strong>the</strong> living.'<br />
When she finished speaking,<br />
Anaeas, with a heavy heart and<br />
steadfast gaze, left <strong>the</strong> cave and went<br />
back into <strong>the</strong> sunshine. But as he<br />
returned to <strong>the</strong> shore with <strong>the</strong> ever<br />
faithful Achates at his side, many
were <strong>the</strong> thoughts <strong>the</strong>y exchanged as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y wondered about who <strong>the</strong> dead<br />
comrade might be. However, as soon<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y arrived on <strong>the</strong> beach <strong>the</strong>y<br />
chanced upon Misenus, son of<br />
Aeolus, lying on <strong>the</strong> sand, snatched by<br />
a death which should have spared<br />
him. Misenus <strong>the</strong> musician who had<br />
been able to bring men to <strong>the</strong> brink<br />
of tears or, with his clarion call, kindle<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir breasts <strong>the</strong> War God's<br />
flame. He had once been a follower<br />
of Prince Hector and a warrior who<br />
was renowned for his skill with both<br />
<strong>the</strong> trumpet and spear. But after <strong>the</strong><br />
conquering arm of Achilles had<br />
robbed Hector of life, he made<br />
himself a comrade of Anaeas and nor<br />
had he found his new standard to be<br />
meaner than <strong>the</strong> old. But this day, just<br />
as he had been bending over <strong>the</strong>
water and making his hollow shell<br />
ring out over <strong>the</strong> waters, Triton,<br />
roused to jealousy by <strong>the</strong> beauty of<br />
his music, seized him, if <strong>the</strong> story<br />
be true, and plunged his face in <strong>the</strong><br />
waves which lapped <strong>the</strong> rocks. After<br />
finding <strong>the</strong> body, Anaeas and his<br />
followers all stood round uttering<br />
loud cries and, louder than all <strong>the</strong><br />
rest, were <strong>the</strong> those of King Anaeas<br />
who always suffered greatly at <strong>the</strong><br />
loss of one of his people. Having<br />
expressed <strong>the</strong>ir grief <strong>the</strong>y set about <strong>the</strong><br />
Sibyl's bidding and, as quickly as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
could, <strong>the</strong>y began preparing <strong>the</strong><br />
funeral which would carry his spirit<br />
across <strong>the</strong> waters of Tartarean<br />
Acheron.<br />
They began by cutting down<br />
oaks and o<strong>the</strong>r trees in <strong>the</strong> ancient<br />
forest and <strong>the</strong>se <strong>the</strong>y rolled down <strong>the</strong>
mountain side to <strong>the</strong> beach.<br />
Anaeas, in this, as in o<strong>the</strong>r labours, cut<br />
as much wood as any o<strong>the</strong>r man<br />
and as he laboured, he was quick<br />
to encourage those who worked with<br />
praise and criticise <strong>the</strong> slackers who<br />
tried to avoid <strong>the</strong> heavy toil. Once <strong>the</strong><br />
wood had been ga<strong>the</strong>red and taken<br />
down to <strong>the</strong> shore, he looked around<br />
in sad silence and gave utterance to<br />
a prayer. 'Oh,' he cried, 'that at this<br />
moment, w<strong>here</strong>ver it is in this dense<br />
forest, <strong>the</strong> golden branch would<br />
reveal itself to me because I see in<br />
Misenus that <strong>the</strong> priestess has<br />
spoken truly.'<br />
But scarcely had he finished<br />
speaking when, as if by chance, a pair<br />
of white doves came down from high<br />
in <strong>the</strong> sky and settled on <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
by his feet. At once <strong>the</strong> mighty chief
ecognised his mo<strong>the</strong>r's birds and<br />
quickly brea<strong>the</strong>d a second prayer'<br />
'Oh guide me on my way and as you<br />
fly, direct my steps to that grove<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> precious branch of gold<br />
casts its shade upon <strong>the</strong> ground!'<br />
Having said this he took a step<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> birds and watched to see<br />
what <strong>the</strong>y did and in which direction<br />
<strong>the</strong>y flew. As <strong>the</strong>y took fright and<br />
raced off into <strong>the</strong> sky, <strong>the</strong>y flew with<br />
such speed that it was all Anaeas<br />
could do to keep <strong>the</strong>m in sight.<br />
Passing <strong>the</strong> great jaws of <strong>the</strong> cave <strong>the</strong><br />
birds glided down through <strong>the</strong> clear<br />
sky and eventually settled on a branch<br />
that was above ano<strong>the</strong>r which flashed<br />
with <strong>the</strong> gleam of gold. It took some<br />
time but when he finally caught up<br />
with <strong>the</strong> birds <strong>the</strong> exhausted Anaeas,<br />
in his eagerness, snatched <strong>the</strong> twig
from <strong>the</strong> tree and was about to run<br />
with it to <strong>the</strong> home of <strong>the</strong> Sibyl when<br />
he remembered that he had first to<br />
bury <strong>the</strong> body of Misenus.<br />
Arriving back at <strong>the</strong> shore he<br />
found <strong>the</strong> men paying <strong>the</strong>ir last<br />
tributes to <strong>the</strong> lifeless body and while<br />
some were building up <strong>the</strong> great pile<br />
of wood, o<strong>the</strong>rs were heating<br />
cauldrons of water so <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
wash <strong>the</strong> corpse before anointing it<br />
with oil and sweet-smelling creams.<br />
But as everyone worked at <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
task, <strong>the</strong>ir wails rang out across <strong>the</strong><br />
pearl blue sea and Anaeas joined in<br />
<strong>the</strong> lamentations.<br />
Once <strong>the</strong> dirge was over,<br />
Minesus' best friends carried <strong>the</strong> bier<br />
to <strong>the</strong> top of <strong>the</strong> pyre and covered<br />
it with purple garments and <strong>the</strong>n, in<br />
ancestral fashion and with eyes
averted, <strong>the</strong>y applied <strong>the</strong> torch to <strong>the</strong><br />
bottom of pile. The great pile of wood<br />
quickly caught alight and while <strong>the</strong><br />
fire blazed, those who watched<br />
made offerings of wine, incense, oil<br />
and sacrificial food.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> evening, when <strong>the</strong> fire<br />
had died down, <strong>the</strong>y drenched <strong>the</strong><br />
burning embers with sparkling wine<br />
and Corynaeus, ga<strong>the</strong>ring <strong>the</strong> white<br />
bones of his friend, placed <strong>the</strong>m in an<br />
urn. He also spoke <strong>the</strong> last solemn<br />
words and, from a bowl of pure<br />
water and using a branch of olive,<br />
he sprinkled each of <strong>the</strong> dead man's<br />
comrades three times. Finally Anaeas<br />
ordered a monument of massive size<br />
to be built and even today it<br />
remembers Misenus by retaining his<br />
name. But on that sorrowful day his<br />
comrades honoured <strong>the</strong>ir friend by
placing his arms, his oar and also his<br />
famed trumpet on its top.<br />
The funeral having been<br />
completed Anaeas and his followers<br />
went with <strong>the</strong> Sibyl into <strong>the</strong> gloom of<br />
<strong>the</strong> forest to w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>re was a deep<br />
cavern with a giant, yawning throat.<br />
Over this spot no winged creature<br />
could fly unharmed because of <strong>the</strong><br />
streams of dark, poisonous breath<br />
which wafted up into <strong>the</strong> sky from<br />
its mouth. The Argives had given this<br />
forbidding place <strong>the</strong> name of Aornos<br />
and it was <strong>here</strong>, after a fire had been<br />
lit, that <strong>the</strong> priestess began her<br />
ceremonies. She started by placing <strong>the</strong><br />
four black skinned bullocks Anaeas<br />
had brought in <strong>the</strong>ir sacrificial places<br />
and, while emptying wine over <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
brows, she plucked from between<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir horns <strong>the</strong> hairs of <strong>the</strong> crown
and <strong>the</strong>se, with loud cries to Hecate<br />
and Erebus, she threw into <strong>the</strong><br />
hallowed flame as <strong>the</strong> first fruits of<br />
worship. One of Anaeas' followers<br />
<strong>the</strong>n put a knife to <strong>the</strong> throat of <strong>the</strong><br />
beasts while ano<strong>the</strong>r caught <strong>the</strong><br />
streaming blood in a bowl. With his<br />
own sword Anaeas killed a lamb of<br />
sable fleece for <strong>the</strong> Furies' mo<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
her mighty sister and also a barren<br />
heifer for dread Proserpine. After<br />
this, to <strong>the</strong> Stygian Monarch he<br />
constructed an altar of stone and on<br />
top of it built a blazing fire. On <strong>the</strong><br />
flames he placed <strong>the</strong> carcasses of<br />
<strong>the</strong> bulls and while <strong>the</strong>y burned,<br />
he poured fat oil over <strong>the</strong> entrails and<br />
so caused <strong>the</strong> flames to leap high into<br />
to <strong>the</strong> air. But as <strong>the</strong> goddess of dawn<br />
began to warn of her coming, <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was a rumble from beneath <strong>the</strong>ir
feet and <strong>the</strong> ground started shaking.<br />
'Quick,' cried <strong>the</strong> priestess turning to<br />
<strong>the</strong> followers of Anaeas, 'go from <strong>here</strong><br />
with your unhallowed feet and rid<br />
this grove of your presence. But you,'<br />
she said pointing at Anaeas, '<strong>the</strong> hour<br />
has come for us to leave and so now<br />
is <strong>the</strong> time for a stout heart.' With no<br />
more said she flung herself into <strong>the</strong><br />
mouth of <strong>the</strong> cave and Anaeas,<br />
without hesitating for a moment,<br />
followed her in.<br />
As <strong>the</strong>y passed through <strong>the</strong> cave<br />
and went down into <strong>the</strong> gloom<br />
beyond, <strong>the</strong>y entered into <strong>the</strong> ghostly<br />
realms of Hades' great halls. But<br />
<strong>here</strong> Hades was known as Pluto and<br />
before <strong>the</strong> threshold to <strong>the</strong> mouth of<br />
his realm, Agony and <strong>the</strong> fiends of<br />
Remorse had made <strong>the</strong>ir lair.<br />
Alongside <strong>the</strong>m lived Wan Diseases,
Woeful Age, Terror and <strong>the</strong> Hunger<br />
which prompts a person to sin.<br />
Terrible Want was also <strong>the</strong>re and next<br />
to her, too loathsome to even look<br />
at, were Suffering and Death. After<br />
this came Sleep, Death's blood<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r and crouched by <strong>the</strong> gate were<br />
<strong>the</strong> spirits of Guilty Joys, Deadly War<br />
and Frantic Strife.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> midst of <strong>the</strong> great hall<br />
stood a massive elm with its aged<br />
arms outspread and which, so rumour<br />
tells, was <strong>the</strong> chosen seat of<br />
countless, terrifying nightmares; each<br />
of which clung to one of <strong>the</strong> leaves.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> were also a hundred evil beasts<br />
of diverse kinds, each one both<br />
terrifying in its presence and<br />
repulsive to look at. Centaurs stood<br />
in <strong>the</strong> entrance along with two<br />
Scyllas; Briareus <strong>the</strong> hundred handed
and a portent of Lerna which hissed<br />
fearfully. The chimera, with its fire<br />
breathing, dragon-like face and tail<br />
which was a deadly serpent was also<br />
<strong>the</strong>re as were Gorgons, Harpies, and a<br />
semblance of <strong>the</strong> being with three<br />
bodies; three heads, six legs and six<br />
arms. As all <strong>the</strong>se repulsive beings<br />
began to slowly advance on him,<br />
Anaeas drew his sword in alarm and,<br />
had his companion not warned him<br />
that <strong>the</strong>y were nothing but thin<br />
unbodied spirits with no substance,<br />
he would have rushed in among <strong>the</strong>m<br />
and slashed vainly at <strong>the</strong>ir shadows<br />
with his blade.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> back of <strong>the</strong> hall <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
a tunnel which led down to <strong>the</strong> waters<br />
of Tartarean Acheron whose stream,<br />
churning mud in its monstrous<br />
depths, was all aglow. These waters
were guarded by Charon, <strong>the</strong> grisly<br />
ferryman who was frightful to look<br />
at and emitted a putrid smell. His<br />
frayed and grubby clo<strong>the</strong>s hung<br />
from his gaunt shoulders while his<br />
eyes were a mass of angry flame and,<br />
although a sail hung limply from <strong>the</strong><br />
mast, he always had to use his own<br />
hand to push his craft through <strong>the</strong><br />
water with a pole. His job was to<br />
ferry <strong>the</strong> souls of <strong>the</strong> dead across <strong>the</strong><br />
water and although he himself was<br />
old in years, a god's old age is green<br />
and vigorous and, because of <strong>the</strong><br />
multitude which waited for him on<br />
<strong>the</strong> bank, he was never allowed to rest<br />
from his labours. Waiting for him<br />
were matrons, <strong>the</strong> souls of mighty<br />
warriors who had been killed in<br />
battle, boys, unwedded maidens and<br />
children who had been laid out in
death in front of <strong>the</strong>ir distraught<br />
parents' eyes. So many were <strong>the</strong>re in<br />
fact that <strong>the</strong>y were like <strong>the</strong> leaves<br />
which fall in a dense forest during<br />
autumn's early cold. T<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y all<br />
stood with arms yearningly<br />
outstretched towards <strong>the</strong> fur<strong>the</strong>r<br />
shore and each praying that he might<br />
be <strong>the</strong> next to be carried across. But<br />
<strong>the</strong> grim boatman always selected<br />
those he took on board. Some he<br />
beckoned with his crooked finger<br />
while o<strong>the</strong>rs he drove away and bared<br />
from <strong>the</strong> bank. Anaeas, startled by<br />
<strong>the</strong> tumult and <strong>the</strong> countless number<br />
of souls waiting to cross cried out.<br />
'Tell me, dread maiden, what does<br />
this stream mean? What are all<br />
<strong>the</strong>se spirits of <strong>the</strong> dead searching<br />
for and what decides who shall cross<br />
and who shall not?'
'Son of Anchises and offspring of<br />
heaven,' answered <strong>the</strong> aged priestess,<br />
'<strong>the</strong> multitude you see on this side of<br />
<strong>the</strong> river is helpless and tombless.<br />
Charon is <strong>the</strong> ferryman and those who<br />
cross <strong>the</strong> river are <strong>the</strong> buried. He<br />
can not ferry anyone from this<br />
dreadful bank until after <strong>the</strong>ir bones<br />
have found a place of rest. Many<br />
wander aimlessly about on this side of<br />
<strong>the</strong> bank for up to a hundred years<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n, when nature at last buries<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir bones, <strong>the</strong>y embark and see<br />
again <strong>the</strong> flood of <strong>the</strong>ir longing.'<br />
Hearing this dreadful tale Anaeas<br />
paused for a moment to think deeply<br />
and pity <strong>the</strong> lot of those prevented<br />
from crossing. As he looked around,<br />
he saw Leucaspis and Orontes, <strong>the</strong><br />
two chieftains who had sailed with<br />
him from Troy but whose ships, just
efore <strong>the</strong>y reached Queen Dido's<br />
city, had been overwhelmed by <strong>the</strong><br />
tempest of King Aeolus.<br />
He <strong>the</strong>n saw his pilot, Palinurus,<br />
saddened and in <strong>the</strong> depths of a great<br />
depression, moving along with <strong>the</strong><br />
crowd and, although he constantly<br />
tried to get a place on <strong>the</strong> ferryman's<br />
barge, <strong>the</strong> ferryman kept sternly<br />
ordering him away from <strong>the</strong> bank.<br />
When Anaeas finally recognised his<br />
unhappy friend he called out. 'Who<br />
was it, Palinurus, of all <strong>the</strong> gods, who<br />
tore you from us and hurled you<br />
into <strong>the</strong> sea? Tell me who? Till now<br />
I have never found Apollo false but<br />
in this one respect, he has proved a<br />
fraud because he foretold that you<br />
would be unharmed on <strong>the</strong> sea and<br />
win your way to <strong>the</strong> Ausonian<br />
frontier. But this is how he has kept
his word!'<br />
'Nay, my chief,' replied <strong>the</strong><br />
depressed Palinurus. 'Phoebus told<br />
you no lie and nor did any god throw<br />
me into <strong>the</strong> sea. No! I chanced to<br />
fall as I guided your course and, as<br />
I fell, I tore away a part of <strong>the</strong> rudder<br />
to which I was clinging like sentry<br />
to his post. But I felt no fear for my<br />
own life because I was terrified that<br />
your ship, shaken loose from her<br />
ruler's hand, would lose her way and<br />
find a home on <strong>the</strong> rocks. But after<br />
I fell, for three long nights <strong>the</strong> south<br />
wind swept me over <strong>the</strong> vast<br />
wilderness of <strong>the</strong> ocean and at last, on<br />
<strong>the</strong> fourth dawn, I looked upon Italy<br />
from <strong>the</strong> crest of a wave. Stroke by<br />
stroke I made my way to <strong>the</strong> shore<br />
but, just as I reached <strong>the</strong> beach and<br />
was laying hold on safety, <strong>the</strong> savage
natives came on me with sword and<br />
spear in hand. In <strong>the</strong>ir blindness <strong>the</strong>y<br />
thought <strong>the</strong>y had found a prize and<br />
so now <strong>the</strong> sea should be my body's<br />
home; but <strong>the</strong> currents and winds<br />
keep pushing it back on <strong>the</strong> beach.<br />
Oh, by heaven's bright sky and<br />
beautiful sunshine and by your fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
I beg you to rescue me from this cruel<br />
fate. Ei<strong>the</strong>r spread earth upon my<br />
body and give me leave to cross this<br />
river or else ask your goddess mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
to tell of some way in which you<br />
might stretch out your hand and take<br />
me with you when you cross <strong>the</strong><br />
water. That way at least, I might find<br />
in death a place of peace and rest.'<br />
But when he finished <strong>the</strong><br />
priestess said. 'What demon,<br />
Palinurus, has set on you so<br />
monstrous a desire? You, who are
unburied, look on <strong>the</strong> Stygian water<br />
and <strong>the</strong> dread river of <strong>the</strong> Furies and<br />
would dare to cross unbidden? Cease<br />
to dream that Heaven's will can be<br />
swayed by prayer. Yet hear and<br />
retain some words which may console<br />
your dreadful lot. Know that <strong>the</strong><br />
dwellers in that fatal land which<br />
refused you succour shall be goaded<br />
by prodigies from heaven and in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
fear <strong>the</strong>y shall remember your death<br />
and propitiate your dust. They will<br />
erect a magnificent tomb and by so<br />
doing send down to <strong>the</strong> ferryman<br />
your fare and <strong>the</strong> mound of your tomb<br />
shall bear forever <strong>the</strong> name of<br />
Palinurus.'<br />
These words allayed <strong>the</strong> pilot's<br />
cares for a while and banished <strong>the</strong><br />
grief which engulfed his sad bosom.<br />
His heart also leapt at <strong>the</strong> thought of
an everlasting mound which would<br />
be called by his name.<br />
Turning back towards <strong>the</strong> river<br />
Anaeas and <strong>the</strong> priestess continued<br />
on <strong>the</strong>ir journey but as soon as <strong>the</strong><br />
boatman saw <strong>the</strong>m approaching, he<br />
called out: 'You who are making for<br />
this river of ours in warlike trim,<br />
speak your business from w<strong>here</strong> you<br />
are and come no nearer. This is a<br />
place for shadows and so <strong>the</strong> bodies<br />
of <strong>the</strong> living may not be ferried in<br />
my boat. Nay, it was not to my joy<br />
that I once gave passage to Alkides,<br />
nor to Theseus and Pirithous who<br />
were born of gods and of strength<br />
unsubdued. The one laid a jailor's<br />
hand on <strong>the</strong> warder of Tartarus, even<br />
at <strong>the</strong> foot of <strong>the</strong> king's own throne,<br />
and dragged him trembling from his<br />
post while <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r tried to carry
off <strong>the</strong> queen from Pluto's bridal<br />
chamber.'<br />
'Don't be alarmed,' replied <strong>the</strong><br />
Sybil, 'for <strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>re are no<br />
stratagems like those. These weapons<br />
are not borne for violence so <strong>the</strong><br />
monstrous guardian of your gate is<br />
free to terrify <strong>the</strong> bloodless spectres<br />
from his den and Proserpine will<br />
remain free to keep her uncle's home<br />
as a faithful wife should. This is<br />
Anaeas of Troy, renowned for his<br />
piety and for his arms alike. It is to<br />
see his fa<strong>the</strong>r that he is going down<br />
to <strong>the</strong> lowest depths of Erebus'<br />
gloom. But even if your are not<br />
moved by his piety, let this branch<br />
claim your recognition.'<br />
At this she uncovered <strong>the</strong> golden<br />
branch she had concealed in her robe<br />
and <strong>the</strong> ferryman's anger subsided
almost immediately. He said nothing<br />
more and, gazing in wonder at <strong>the</strong><br />
sacred offering which he had last<br />
seen a long time ago, he turned his<br />
boat towards w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y stood on<br />
<strong>the</strong> bank. T<strong>here</strong> he dislodged his<br />
ghostly passengers and took <strong>the</strong><br />
priestess and Anaeas aboard. The<br />
boat, used only to carrying<br />
insubstantial spirits, creaked and<br />
cracked beneath <strong>the</strong>ir earthly weight<br />
and for a moment it seemed as if <strong>the</strong><br />
timbers would burst asunder. But <strong>the</strong><br />
boat slowly settled down in <strong>the</strong> water<br />
and after ferrying his two passengers<br />
across <strong>the</strong> flood, <strong>the</strong> ferryman set<br />
<strong>the</strong>m down on <strong>the</strong> opposite shore.<br />
However, as <strong>the</strong>y stepped ashore<br />
Cerberus, <strong>the</strong> monster, as he lay in<br />
<strong>the</strong> entrance of his den, made <strong>the</strong><br />
whole realm ring out with three
terrifying roars. But <strong>the</strong> priestess,<br />
seeing <strong>the</strong> venomous snakes already<br />
bristling and rearing up on his neck,<br />
threw him a morsel steeped in <strong>the</strong><br />
honeyed dew of medicated sleep and,<br />
in his frenzy of hunger, <strong>the</strong> monster<br />
opened his triple jaws and gulped it<br />
down. Almost immediately he<br />
slumped onto <strong>the</strong> ground and, as<br />
he slept, Anaeas and <strong>the</strong> priestess<br />
passed <strong>the</strong> entrance to his den and<br />
moved away from <strong>the</strong> banks of <strong>the</strong><br />
river without return.<br />
Almost immediately <strong>the</strong>ir ears<br />
were assaulted by <strong>the</strong> sound of a<br />
mighty wailing. Infant spirits were<br />
crying and sobbing because, even<br />
before <strong>the</strong>y had had a chance to taste<br />
<strong>the</strong> sweetness of life, <strong>the</strong>y had been<br />
snatched from <strong>the</strong>ir mo<strong>the</strong>r's breast by<br />
<strong>the</strong> tyranny of Death and carried off
into <strong>the</strong> untimely darkness. Beyond<br />
<strong>the</strong>m were those people who had been<br />
done to death by false accusation; but<br />
let none think that <strong>the</strong> judge's<br />
sentences were wanting for <strong>the</strong>re sat<br />
Minos, <strong>the</strong> president, with urn in hand<br />
and, as he summoned an assembly of<br />
<strong>the</strong> speechless, he took cognizance of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir earthly lives and earthly sins.<br />
Next came <strong>the</strong> dwelling place of<br />
<strong>the</strong> sons of sorrow who, though<br />
guiltless, had procured <strong>the</strong>ir own<br />
death through violence and had flung<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir lives away simply because of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir hatred for <strong>the</strong> sunshine. But oh,<br />
how gladly <strong>the</strong>y would now, in <strong>the</strong><br />
air above, bear to <strong>the</strong> end Fate's load<br />
of poverty and <strong>the</strong> full extremity<br />
of her toil? But alas, <strong>the</strong> unlovely<br />
waters of <strong>the</strong> Styx, with its ninefold<br />
windings, barred <strong>the</strong> way back and
held <strong>the</strong>m fast.<br />
Not far from <strong>here</strong>, as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
travelled ever downwards, <strong>the</strong> eyes<br />
of <strong>the</strong> travellers were met by <strong>the</strong><br />
Mourning Fields which stretched out<br />
into <strong>the</strong> distance on every side. Here<br />
lived those whom cruel Love's<br />
consuming tooth had eaten to <strong>the</strong> heart<br />
and who, even in death, could not<br />
escape <strong>the</strong>ir sorrows. In this region<br />
Anaeas saw Phaedra and Procris and<br />
sad Eriphyle who, when she saw him<br />
looking, pointed to <strong>the</strong> wounds<br />
inflicted by her ruthless son. T<strong>here</strong><br />
was also Evadne, Pasiphae and<br />
Laodamia and Caeneus, who had once<br />
been allowed to be a man but was now<br />
a woman again because <strong>the</strong> turn of<br />
Fate's wheel had brought her back to<br />
her former self. Among <strong>the</strong>se hapless<br />
souls Anaeas also saw Phoenicia's
daughter, Queen Dido herself. As<br />
soon as he saw her looming dimly<br />
through <strong>the</strong> dusk, tears began to pour<br />
down his cheeks and he repeatedly<br />
called out her name. At first she<br />
pointedly ignored him but when she<br />
finally turned to face him, he cried out<br />
lovingly. 'Unhappy Dido! My love.<br />
A messenger reached me with <strong>the</strong><br />
news of your death and told me that<br />
<strong>the</strong> sword I had given you for o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
purposes had done its worst? Was<br />
it, alas, to a grave that I brought<br />
you? By <strong>the</strong> stars of heaven and <strong>the</strong><br />
powers above and by all that is most<br />
sacred <strong>here</strong> underground, I swear, fair<br />
queen, that when I left your coast it<br />
was at <strong>the</strong> command of heaven; that<br />
same stern force which now compels<br />
me to pass through this wilderness<br />
of squalor and abysmal night. But
although it was <strong>the</strong> gods who drove<br />
me from your shore, I never dreamt<br />
my departure would bring on you<br />
such grief and violence.'<br />
But Queen Dido, her eyes<br />
glaring, turned and began to move<br />
away from him and so he cried. 'Stay<br />
your step and withdraw not from <strong>the</strong><br />
look I bend upon you. For <strong>the</strong>se are<br />
<strong>the</strong> last words which Fate allows me<br />
to address to you.' With words like<br />
<strong>the</strong>se, Anaeas, as <strong>the</strong> tears ran down<br />
his cheeks, kept trying to break<br />
through Dido's reserve and soo<strong>the</strong> her<br />
soul. But as she waited for him to<br />
finish she was unmoved by his<br />
words and stood with her head<br />
averted and stony eyes on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground. When at last he finally<br />
finished, she flung herself away from<br />
him and, unforgiving still, fled into
<strong>the</strong> shadow of <strong>the</strong> forest w<strong>here</strong> her<br />
former husband and lord, Sychaeus,<br />
answered her sorrows with his and<br />
gave her full measure for her love.<br />
Yet, none <strong>the</strong> less, Anaeas, moved to<br />
<strong>the</strong> depths of his soul by her cruel<br />
fate, followed her with tears flowing<br />
down his cheeks and sent his pity<br />
along with her.<br />
Eventually he was forced to give<br />
up <strong>the</strong> chase of Dido's shadow as<br />
it flitted through <strong>the</strong> woods and return<br />
to w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> priestess, who was<br />
anxious to continue <strong>the</strong> journey,<br />
awaited him. Leaving <strong>the</strong> Mourning<br />
Fields behind <strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> place<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> heroes of war lived. As <strong>the</strong>y<br />
walked along Anaeas encountered<br />
Tydeus and Par<strong>the</strong>nopaeus and also<br />
<strong>the</strong> spectre of pale Adrastus. Fur<strong>the</strong>r<br />
along he met many great chiefs of <strong>the</strong>
Dardan line and, as he saw <strong>the</strong>m all<br />
in long array, he groaned heavily.<br />
Glaucus, Medon, Thersilochus,<br />
Polyphoetes who had been Ceres'<br />
priest and Idaeus were all in <strong>the</strong><br />
armour <strong>the</strong>y had been wearing when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y fell as were <strong>the</strong> whole ghostly<br />
crowd which surrounded <strong>the</strong>m on<br />
both <strong>the</strong> right and <strong>the</strong> left. Their joy<br />
was plain for all to see and Anaeas<br />
would have stopped to talk with <strong>the</strong>m<br />
had <strong>the</strong> priestess not refused to let<br />
him linger. Fur<strong>the</strong>r along <strong>the</strong>y came<br />
across <strong>the</strong> Danaans and flower of<br />
King Agamenmon's army but when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y saw Anaeas in <strong>the</strong> gleaming<br />
armour of Troy, <strong>the</strong>y were smitten<br />
with alarm. Some turned <strong>the</strong>ir backs<br />
in flight as once <strong>the</strong>y had fled to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
ships before <strong>the</strong> fury of Prince Hector<br />
while o<strong>the</strong>rs raised a feeble war
shout. But although Anaeas knew that<br />
King Agamenmon and Prince<br />
Achilles himself were among <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
number, <strong>the</strong>ir timid cries mocked<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir straining throats.<br />
At little fur<strong>the</strong>r on Anaeas saw<br />
King Priam's son, Deiphobus, minus<br />
his ears and with both his face and<br />
nose cruelly marred. Anaeas only<br />
barely recognised him, trembling as<br />
he was and trying to hide <strong>the</strong> terrible<br />
vengeance which had been wreaked<br />
on him. However, when he finally<br />
realized who <strong>the</strong> person with <strong>the</strong><br />
terribly disfigured face was, Anaeas<br />
accosted him. 'Deiphobus,' he said,<br />
'mighty warrior and son of King<br />
Priam, what evil being has had <strong>the</strong><br />
desire to avenge <strong>the</strong>mselves on you so<br />
cruelly? Who has done this terrible<br />
thing to you? I had heard that on
that fatal night, exhausted by <strong>the</strong> work<br />
of slaughtering Argives, you had sunk<br />
down on a heap of undistinguished<br />
carnage. Later, with my own hand, I<br />
set up an empty tomb for you on <strong>the</strong><br />
Rhoetean shore and thrice, in a loud<br />
voice, invoked your spirit. Your name<br />
and arms now keep that spot in<br />
memory of you.'<br />
'Dear Friend,' Deiphobus replied,<br />
'you have failed in nought for as you<br />
can see, <strong>the</strong> ferryman has carried me<br />
across <strong>the</strong> river and so you have done<br />
all I might have asked. No! It was my<br />
own destiny for <strong>the</strong> wounds on my<br />
face are <strong>the</strong> doings of <strong>the</strong> treacherous<br />
Spartan woman. How we spent <strong>the</strong><br />
early part of that fatal night in<br />
rejoicing you know well, but before<br />
<strong>the</strong> Argives came out of that evil<br />
horse's womb, she feigned joy at our
success and led <strong>the</strong> Trojan dames<br />
around our city in Bacchic ecstasy,<br />
herself dancing in <strong>the</strong>ir midst and<br />
raising a mighty torch aloft. However,<br />
I was spent with exhaustion and so<br />
lay down to rest but, as I lay<br />
peacefully in <strong>the</strong> arms of honeyed<br />
sleep, she came back from <strong>the</strong> city<br />
and removed from my house arms of<br />
every sort. Yes! Even my sword she<br />
took from under my pillow and when<br />
<strong>the</strong> attack began, she threw open<br />
<strong>the</strong> doors to our home and called<br />
on Menelaos; hoping no doubt that<br />
her actions would soften her<br />
husband's heart and that <strong>the</strong> memory<br />
of her crime would be wiped from his<br />
mind. But why make <strong>the</strong> story long?<br />
When <strong>the</strong>y burst into <strong>the</strong> chamber I<br />
had no arms and so <strong>the</strong>re was nothing<br />
I could do to defend myself. But you?
What has brought you <strong>here</strong> while still<br />
in life? Have you come under <strong>the</strong><br />
spell of your wanderings or by <strong>the</strong><br />
command of heaven? What tyranny<br />
of fortune insists that you visit <strong>the</strong>se<br />
sad and sunless dwellings; <strong>the</strong> abode<br />
of confusion?'<br />
But as <strong>the</strong>y indulged in this<br />
interchange of talk, <strong>the</strong> Day goddess,<br />
careering through <strong>the</strong> sky in her<br />
flashing car, passed <strong>the</strong> summit of<br />
<strong>the</strong> arch and alas, <strong>the</strong> time for<br />
conversation had passed and <strong>the</strong><br />
Sibyl spoke sternly to Anaeas.<br />
'Night is hastening Anaeas and we,<br />
as we weep, are carelessly letting <strong>the</strong><br />
hours pass. Just ahead is <strong>the</strong> spot<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> road divides in two. On <strong>the</strong><br />
right is <strong>the</strong> path which leads under <strong>the</strong><br />
palace walls of <strong>the</strong> mighty Dis and<br />
<strong>the</strong>re lies our way to Elysium. On <strong>the</strong>
left <strong>the</strong> path leads to <strong>the</strong> torture<br />
chambers of <strong>the</strong> wicked and from<br />
<strong>the</strong>re goes on down to <strong>the</strong> home of<br />
evil.'<br />
'Frown not dread priestess,' said<br />
Deiphobos, 'for I will plunge again<br />
into <strong>the</strong> darkness and make <strong>the</strong><br />
ghostly numbers complete.' Then<br />
turning to Anaeas he said. 'Go on<br />
your way, you who are our nation's<br />
glory. Go and may your experience<br />
of fate be more blest than mine.'<br />
Then turning away he began to melt<br />
slowly back into <strong>the</strong> gloom.<br />
But as Deiphobos disappeared<br />
into <strong>the</strong> haze Anaeas turned to look<br />
ahead and on his left he saw a broad<br />
stronghold surrounded by a triple<br />
wall and a fierce stream which surged<br />
with <strong>the</strong> fire of Tartarean Phlegethon.<br />
Set into <strong>the</strong> walls was a gate
with pillars on ei<strong>the</strong>r side and such<br />
was its size, no force of man could<br />
break it down. But rising up behind<br />
<strong>the</strong> walls was a great turret and<br />
Tisiphone, dressed in her gory robe,<br />
sat at <strong>the</strong> vestibule keeping her<br />
sleepless vigil. But from within <strong>the</strong><br />
citadel came <strong>the</strong> sounds of terrible<br />
wailing, <strong>the</strong> crack of remorseless<br />
whips and also <strong>the</strong> clank of thick<br />
bronze chains as <strong>the</strong>y were dragged<br />
along <strong>the</strong> stone floor. Anaeas stood<br />
still, riveted by both <strong>the</strong> ugliness of<br />
<strong>the</strong> citadel and <strong>the</strong> terror of <strong>the</strong> noise.<br />
'What shape,' he said turning to <strong>the</strong><br />
priestess, 'is guilt wearing now? Tell<br />
me, dread maiden! What are <strong>the</strong><br />
torments which persecute <strong>the</strong><br />
sinners? What do <strong>the</strong>se loud shrieks<br />
mean?'<br />
The priestess answered. 'Noble
leader of <strong>the</strong> Dardans, no innocent<br />
foot may enter that terrible citadel.<br />
But when Hecate set me over <strong>the</strong><br />
groves of Avernus, she allowed me to<br />
enter and also led me through each<br />
of its grisly chambers. That citadel,<br />
which is sometimes known as<br />
Lubyanka, is ruled by Gnosian<br />
Rhadamanthus who is both a tyrant<br />
and avenger and also a judge of guilt.<br />
He compiles <strong>the</strong> confession of what<br />
crimes a man has committed in <strong>the</strong><br />
upper air, especially those who<br />
blindly rejoiced in <strong>the</strong>ir cheats and<br />
kept <strong>the</strong>m secret till <strong>the</strong> hour of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
death. But in that moment of death,<br />
Tisiphone, <strong>the</strong> unpitying torturer with<br />
a scourge in her right hand, lashes<br />
<strong>the</strong> guilty soul while brandishing<br />
in her left a grim knot of deadly<br />
serpents. Eventually, because of <strong>the</strong>
pain, <strong>the</strong> guilty confess <strong>the</strong>ir sins and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n at last <strong>the</strong> way to <strong>the</strong> gulag is<br />
opened. See <strong>the</strong> terrible presence<br />
which guards <strong>the</strong> threshold? Know<br />
that a Hydra fiercer yet and with fifty<br />
monstrous throats, each a yawning pit,<br />
lives within. Behind this evil creature<br />
is <strong>the</strong> pit which leads straight down<br />
to <strong>the</strong> deepest part of Tartarus and<br />
extends under <strong>the</strong> shades twice as far<br />
as a man can gaze into <strong>the</strong> sky. Down<br />
<strong>the</strong>re live earth's ancient progeny,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Titan brood who were hurled<br />
down by a thunderbolt of Zeus to<br />
wallow in <strong>the</strong> depths. Down <strong>the</strong>re I<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> twin sons of Aloeus, great<br />
giants who tried by force of hand to<br />
knock mighty Zeus from his realm<br />
in <strong>the</strong> sky. I saw too Salmoneus,<br />
smitten with cruel vengeance while<br />
mimicking <strong>the</strong> fires of Zeus and <strong>the</strong>
umblings of Olympus. He rode in a<br />
four horse car and with a flaming<br />
torch in hand, he made his triumphal<br />
progress through <strong>the</strong> tribes of Greece<br />
bidding all to accord him a god's<br />
homage. Madman! He tried to<br />
counterfeit <strong>the</strong> unrivalled thunderbolt<br />
and storm cloud with a torch, <strong>the</strong><br />
rattle of brass and <strong>the</strong> beat of horses'<br />
hoofs. But <strong>the</strong> Almighty Sire, from<br />
high up in his cloudy dwelling saw<br />
what was happening and hurled a<br />
thunderbolt which dashed <strong>the</strong><br />
imposter headlong down into <strong>the</strong><br />
depths of Tartarus. While I was <strong>the</strong>re<br />
I also saw Tityos, <strong>the</strong> foster child of<br />
earth's common breast. His body lies<br />
stretched out over nine large fields<br />
and <strong>the</strong>re is a monstrous vulture with<br />
hooked beak which tears away at<br />
his imperishable liver and reaps a
harvest of pain by dining on his<br />
vitals as it digs deep into his breast<br />
for its meal. Nor does that dreadful<br />
bird give <strong>the</strong> new growing vitals a<br />
chance to rest for as soon as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
grow again, he tears at <strong>the</strong>m once<br />
more with his cruel beak. I saw also<br />
<strong>the</strong> Lapithae, people who live under<br />
a great black crag which is forever in<br />
<strong>the</strong> act of dropping. Ixion and<br />
Pirithous are also <strong>the</strong>re and for <strong>the</strong>m<br />
<strong>the</strong> lofty couch is spread for <strong>the</strong><br />
banquet. The feast, served in kingly<br />
luxury is before <strong>the</strong>m, but <strong>the</strong> eldest<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Furies is crouched by <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
side and will not let <strong>the</strong>m stretch out<br />
a hand for every time <strong>the</strong>y do so, she<br />
jumps up with torch uplifted and<br />
thunder in her voice. But,' continued<br />
<strong>the</strong> priestess, her voice growing<br />
weary, 'even if I had a hundred
tongues, a hundred mouths and lungs<br />
of iron I could not tell you of all <strong>the</strong><br />
types of crime which drag a spirit<br />
down into that evil place. Down in<br />
<strong>the</strong> depths are found those who lived<br />
in hatred with <strong>the</strong>ir brethren or smote<br />
a parent. Those who wove for a client<br />
a web of fraud or gained a great<br />
treasure and <strong>the</strong>n brooded over it<br />
alone and never shared it with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
kin. Also imprisoned <strong>the</strong>re are a<br />
mighty number of adulterers who<br />
were slain for <strong>the</strong>ir crime, citizens<br />
who followed <strong>the</strong> standard of<br />
treason and slaves who did not shrink<br />
from breaking <strong>the</strong>ir troth to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
lords. But if you ask of <strong>the</strong>ir doom I<br />
will tell you that some have to roll<br />
<strong>the</strong> huge stone up <strong>the</strong> hill only to have<br />
it roll down again when <strong>the</strong>y reach<br />
<strong>the</strong> top while o<strong>the</strong>rs are spread out
on <strong>the</strong> spokes of that terrible wheel,<br />
half of which lies under stinking<br />
sewerage. If you were allowed to visit<br />
you would see, sitting as he will for<br />
evermore, <strong>the</strong> unhappy Theseus and<br />
also Phlegyas who, from <strong>the</strong> depths<br />
of his agony, keeps warning all and<br />
proclaiming with a voice of terror:<br />
"Learn <strong>here</strong>by to be righteous and not<br />
to scorn <strong>the</strong> gods." In <strong>the</strong> deepest<br />
parts you will find those who sold<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir country for gold and saddled her<br />
with a tyrant. Those who, for gain,<br />
made and unmade laws and those<br />
who assailed <strong>the</strong>ir daughter's bed. All<br />
down <strong>the</strong>re dared some monstrous<br />
crime and enjoyed <strong>the</strong>ir daring. In<br />
fact, down in Tartarus Kronos can see<br />
<strong>the</strong> future of all mankind and has<br />
reserved places for future deceivers<br />
and doers of evil, many with names
so strange <strong>the</strong>y are hard for <strong>the</strong> lips of<br />
any mortal alive today to pronounce.<br />
Names such as Ixon, Itler, Lair, Alin<br />
and o<strong>the</strong>rs too numerous to mention.'<br />
But <strong>the</strong>n, looking down <strong>the</strong> path<br />
which led to <strong>the</strong> right, <strong>the</strong> priestess<br />
continued. 'But come! If you are to<br />
fulfil your duty we must quicken<br />
our pace for we are not far from <strong>the</strong><br />
wall and arched gate at which sacred<br />
rule bids us lay our offering.'<br />
Anaeas followed <strong>the</strong> priestess as<br />
she hurried down through a maze of<br />
tunnels and eventually <strong>the</strong>y came to a<br />
spot w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir path was blocked<br />
by a great wall built of stone blocks<br />
and into which was set a pair of large<br />
wooden doors; <strong>the</strong> timbers of which,<br />
although wi<strong>the</strong>red with age, were still<br />
as solid and strong as <strong>the</strong> day <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
been cut in <strong>the</strong> forest. On each side of
<strong>the</strong> door was a blazing torch which<br />
lit up <strong>the</strong> gloom with its flickering<br />
flame and <strong>here</strong> Anaeas paused for a<br />
moment to sprinkle his body with<br />
pure spring water and, after taking <strong>the</strong><br />
golden branch from <strong>the</strong> priestess, he<br />
carefully fixed it to <strong>the</strong> portal's front.<br />
The offering to <strong>the</strong> goddess<br />
having been accomplished <strong>the</strong> doors<br />
slowly swung open of <strong>the</strong>ir own<br />
accord and <strong>the</strong> two visitors entered<br />
<strong>the</strong> regions of bliss; those happy<br />
groves which are <strong>the</strong> abodes of <strong>the</strong><br />
blest and also <strong>the</strong> ancestors of <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardanians. People who had been<br />
born in earth's better days and were of<br />
a god fearing family. As <strong>the</strong>y entered<br />
Anaeas looked around in wonder and<br />
saw that <strong>the</strong> place boasted a sun, a<br />
moon and stars of its own and that its<br />
plains, which stretched out as far as
<strong>the</strong> eye could see, were covered in<br />
rich green grass and flowers which<br />
blazed with all <strong>the</strong> colours of spring.<br />
However, as <strong>the</strong>y left <strong>the</strong> gloom of<br />
<strong>the</strong> tunnels behind and walked along<br />
<strong>the</strong> well tended pathway, everyw<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>y looked <strong>the</strong>y saw <strong>the</strong> spirits of <strong>the</strong><br />
blest indulging in <strong>the</strong>ir favourite<br />
pastimes. Some were wrestling on <strong>the</strong><br />
grass and grappling with each o<strong>the</strong>r as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y sought to throw <strong>the</strong>ir opponent<br />
on <strong>the</strong> ground. O<strong>the</strong>rs were dancing<br />
and chanting songs while a Thracian<br />
priest in a flowing robe accompanied<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with beautiful music from his<br />
lyre and, far off on <strong>the</strong> right, Anaeas<br />
could see warriors in gleaming<br />
bronze carrying out military<br />
manoeuvres in ghostly chariots. All<br />
<strong>the</strong> delight <strong>the</strong>se warriors had taken<br />
in chariots and armour while <strong>the</strong>y had
lived and all <strong>the</strong> pleasure <strong>the</strong>y took in<br />
grooming and feeding <strong>the</strong>ir horses had<br />
come with <strong>the</strong>m underground and<br />
continued to satisfy <strong>the</strong>ir souls for<br />
<strong>here</strong> was <strong>the</strong> place of noblemen who<br />
had braved wounds in <strong>the</strong> fight for<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir homeland, of priests who stayed<br />
pure during <strong>the</strong>ir life and of poets<br />
whose hearts were clean and who sang<br />
songs which were worthy of Apollo's<br />
ear. It was also a place of those who,<br />
by cunning inventions, gave a grace<br />
to life and those whose worthy deeds<br />
made <strong>the</strong>ir fellows think of <strong>the</strong>m with<br />
love. Every spirit Anaeas saw had<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir brow encircled with a garland<br />
which was as white as snow and, as<br />
he and <strong>the</strong> priestess walked in among<br />
<strong>the</strong> multitude, <strong>the</strong> spirits of men and<br />
women and maidens turned somersaults<br />
on <strong>the</strong> grass alongside <strong>the</strong>m
and sang joyous songs. Never<strong>the</strong>less,<br />
as nei<strong>the</strong>r knew w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y might find<br />
Anchises, <strong>the</strong> Sibyl went up to<br />
Musaeus, who she recognised from<br />
his great height. He stood in <strong>the</strong><br />
centre of a vast crowd who listened to<br />
his every word and, after waiting for<br />
him to finish his story, said: 'Tell us,<br />
happy spirit and best of bards, which<br />
is Anchises' haunt and w<strong>here</strong> is his<br />
home? It is to see him that we have<br />
come hi<strong>the</strong>r and won our way over<br />
<strong>the</strong> mighty river of Erebus.'<br />
'Here,' Musaeus replied with a<br />
gentle smile, '<strong>the</strong>re are no fixed<br />
abodes. Our dwellings are in shadowy<br />
groves under sweet smelling trees<br />
and we often sleep on <strong>the</strong> grassy<br />
slope of a river bank or in a meadow<br />
filled with <strong>the</strong> colours and fragrances<br />
of spring. But come,' he said
pointing to a nearby hill. 'Climb that<br />
hill over <strong>the</strong>re with me and I will set<br />
your feet on <strong>the</strong> road which will lead<br />
you to him.'<br />
So saying, he led <strong>the</strong> way up to<br />
<strong>the</strong> top of <strong>the</strong> ridge and pointed to <strong>the</strong><br />
pathway which would lead <strong>the</strong>m to<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y wanted to go.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> two finally found fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Anchises in a leafy dell, he was<br />
surveying those spirits which were<br />
destined to pass into <strong>the</strong> world above<br />
and, as he looked <strong>the</strong>m over, he<br />
thought of what each was destined<br />
to achieve. However, as soon as he<br />
spotted Anaeas and <strong>the</strong> priestess<br />
advancing through <strong>the</strong> grass, he forgot<br />
his musings and rushed to meet <strong>the</strong>m<br />
with both arms outstretched and tears<br />
streaming down his cheeks. 'You<br />
have come at last.' he cried out in
joy. 'Love has fulfilled a fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
hopes and surmounted <strong>the</strong> perils of<br />
<strong>the</strong> way. Once again I can look upon<br />
<strong>the</strong> face of my son and talk to him as<br />
I did in days of old. Yes! I was sure<br />
you would come and was even<br />
counting <strong>the</strong> days. Oh, my son! The<br />
dangers which have tossed and<br />
persecuted you? You have no idea<br />
of how I feared lest you should come<br />
to harm in Juno's Libya.'<br />
'Fa<strong>the</strong>r,' Anaeas replied, 'it was<br />
<strong>the</strong> frequent visits of your<br />
melancholy shade which forced me<br />
to knock on <strong>the</strong>se doors while up<br />
above my ships ride safely at anchor<br />
in <strong>the</strong> Tyrrhene deep. So let us<br />
embrace as we did in times of old for<br />
you have no idea of how I have<br />
longed to do this.'<br />
But when Anaeas tried to throw
his arms around his beloved fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
neck, <strong>the</strong> phantom escaped him.<br />
Three times he vainly tried to embrace<br />
his fa<strong>the</strong>r and hold him close, but<br />
each time his arms passed through<br />
<strong>the</strong> being whose substance was as<br />
impalpable as <strong>the</strong> wind and fleeting<br />
as <strong>the</strong> wings of sleep.<br />
However, once he realized <strong>the</strong><br />
impossibility of embracing his fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
he stopped trying and instead feasted<br />
his eyes on <strong>the</strong> presence of <strong>the</strong> man<br />
who had done so much to help him.<br />
But after a while he looked over<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> spirits Anchises had<br />
been watching earlier and was so<br />
surprised by <strong>the</strong>ir numbers, he felt<br />
obliged to ask about <strong>the</strong>m and also<br />
about <strong>the</strong> river around whose banks<br />
<strong>the</strong>y thronged. At this Anchises<br />
replied. 'They are <strong>the</strong> spirits to
whom Destiny has promised new<br />
bodies and <strong>the</strong>y are <strong>the</strong>re at <strong>the</strong><br />
side of Le<strong>the</strong>'s water to drink long<br />
draughts of oblivion, for before <strong>the</strong>y<br />
can return to <strong>the</strong> surface <strong>the</strong>y will<br />
have to forget that <strong>the</strong>y were ever<br />
<strong>here</strong>. I have long wished to tell you<br />
about <strong>the</strong>m and recount <strong>the</strong> tale of<br />
what destiny has planned for our<br />
line.'<br />
But Anaeas replied. 'Oh, my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r! Does this mean that <strong>the</strong>re are<br />
souls which fly from <strong>here</strong> into <strong>the</strong><br />
upper air and become once more <strong>the</strong><br />
prisoners of sluggish bodies? Can<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir longing for <strong>the</strong> world above be<br />
as mad as that?'<br />
'I will tell you my son.' replied<br />
Anchises, 'so you need no longer be<br />
in doubt.' He <strong>the</strong>n began to unfold his<br />
story. 'Know first that heaven, earth,
<strong>the</strong> watery plains, <strong>the</strong> Moon's lucid<br />
ball and Titan's starry fires are all kept<br />
alive by a spirit within. A mindly<br />
presence which pervades every limb<br />
and stirs <strong>the</strong> whole frame so it mingles<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r into a mighty whole. From<br />
that mindly presence spring <strong>the</strong> races<br />
of men, all living things on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground and also all those beings<br />
which Ocean Stream carries beneath<br />
his storm tossed surface. Each one<br />
of <strong>the</strong>se entities has a fiery glow<br />
or heavenly nature which struggles<br />
against <strong>the</strong> restrictions of <strong>the</strong>ir earthly<br />
flesh, <strong>the</strong> dullness of <strong>the</strong>ir limbs and<br />
bodies which are always ready to die.<br />
From this inner spirit come <strong>the</strong>ir fears<br />
and lusts and also <strong>the</strong>ir joys and<br />
griefs because, imprisoned as <strong>the</strong>y are<br />
by <strong>the</strong> dark dungeon walls of flesh,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y cannot discern <strong>the</strong> heavenly
light. Nay, even when life's last ray<br />
has faded from <strong>the</strong>ir bodies, <strong>the</strong> poor<br />
wretches are still not freed from every<br />
plague of <strong>the</strong> flesh. During life, as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y grew, those many taints became<br />
ingrained deeply into <strong>the</strong>ir being and<br />
so every spirit has to be cleansed<br />
through punishment. Some are hung<br />
up and exposed to <strong>the</strong> piercing winds<br />
while o<strong>the</strong>rs have <strong>the</strong> stain of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
wickedness washed out under <strong>the</strong><br />
whelming gulf, burnt out with blazing<br />
fire or simply just beaten out of<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with cruel whips. But after each<br />
has received its just chastisement<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are <strong>the</strong>n sped through <strong>the</strong><br />
breadth of Elysium. w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y stay<br />
to inhabit <strong>the</strong>se happy plains until,<br />
when time's cycle is complete, <strong>the</strong><br />
spirit is thoroughly cleansed and all<br />
that is left is a pure residue of
heavenly intelligence. All of <strong>the</strong>se,<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y have rounded <strong>the</strong> circle of<br />
a thousand years, Heaven summons to<br />
<strong>the</strong> stream of Le<strong>the</strong> so that, with<br />
memory effaced, <strong>the</strong>y may return to<br />
<strong>the</strong> vault of <strong>the</strong> world above and<br />
learn to wish for a new union with <strong>the</strong><br />
body.'<br />
As Anchises ended he drew both<br />
his son and <strong>the</strong> Sibyl into <strong>the</strong> heart<br />
of <strong>the</strong> buzzing crowd so that <strong>the</strong>y<br />
might see each face.<br />
'Now <strong>the</strong>n,' he said, 'for <strong>the</strong><br />
glories of <strong>the</strong> Dardan race, I will<br />
tell you of <strong>the</strong>se noble spirits and also<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir Dardan destinies, for many<br />
of <strong>the</strong>m will be heirs to our proud<br />
name.<br />
'He whom you see <strong>the</strong>re,'<br />
continued Anchises pointing to <strong>the</strong><br />
spirit of a youth, 'that one leaning on
a pointless spear. He will be one of<br />
<strong>the</strong> first to rise into <strong>the</strong> upper day and<br />
will be born from <strong>the</strong> mixture of<br />
Italian blood. He is to be Silvius,<br />
whom in your old age, your spouse<br />
Lavinia will bear to you in <strong>the</strong><br />
woods and he will be both a king and<br />
a fa<strong>the</strong>r of kings and it is from him<br />
that our race will rule over Alba <strong>the</strong><br />
Long. Next to him are <strong>the</strong> mighty<br />
Procas, Capys, Numitor and a second<br />
bearer of your name; Silvius Anaeas<br />
who, when he eventually comes to <strong>the</strong><br />
throne of Alba, will be renowned like<br />
you for both his piety and valour. But<br />
what glorious youths? Just look at<br />
what strength <strong>the</strong>y carry in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
bodies. They shall rear for you, high<br />
on places which are still nameless,<br />
<strong>the</strong> cities of Nomentum, Gabii,<br />
Fidenae, Pometii, Bola and Cora.
Romulus, too, <strong>the</strong> child of Mars, shall<br />
come along with his grandparents,<br />
both of whom will bear Ilios' name.<br />
But do you see that spirit with those<br />
two purple plumes on his crest and<br />
how his bearing marks him even now<br />
for high places in <strong>the</strong> upper world?<br />
Yes, my son, it is under his auspices<br />
that our glorious Rome shall extend<br />
her empire to <strong>the</strong> ends of <strong>the</strong> earth<br />
and her ambition to <strong>the</strong> skies while <strong>the</strong><br />
city itself will embrace all of seven<br />
hills with one wall! Over <strong>the</strong>re you<br />
can see Caesar, who will be a<br />
progeny of yours through Ascanius<br />
and beside him is <strong>the</strong> one who is<br />
destined to become Augustus Caesar<br />
and who will establish once more for<br />
Latium a golden age in every region.<br />
But who is that in <strong>the</strong> distance,<br />
conspicuous with a wreath of olive
on his brow and a sacred vessel in<br />
his hand? Ah! I know <strong>the</strong> hoary hair<br />
and beard of a king of Rome and he<br />
is <strong>the</strong> one who shall give our infant<br />
city <strong>the</strong> support of law. But after<br />
him, alas, shall come one who is<br />
doomed to break his country's peace<br />
and stir up warriors who were rusting<br />
away in ease and squadrons of<br />
cavalry which had forgotten <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
triumphs. Ancus <strong>the</strong> great boaster<br />
will come next and even now you can<br />
see that he is a little too eager to hear<br />
words of admiration. Would you look<br />
also at <strong>the</strong> kings of Tarquin's house<br />
and at <strong>the</strong> haughty spirit of Brutus<br />
<strong>the</strong> avenger? Brutus shall be <strong>the</strong> first<br />
to take <strong>the</strong> consul's power but <strong>the</strong><br />
axes of doom will bring him to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground. Unhappy man! Forever<br />
afterwards people will remember his
dreadful deed and never cease to<br />
speak of it. But over <strong>the</strong>re are <strong>the</strong><br />
Drusi, <strong>the</strong> Decii and Torquatus with<br />
his unpitying axe, and behind him is<br />
Camillus <strong>the</strong> restorer of <strong>the</strong> standards.<br />
Those on <strong>the</strong> left, all dressed alike in<br />
gleaming armour, are spirits which<br />
live in harmony with one ano<strong>the</strong>r for<br />
so long as <strong>the</strong>y are confined in this<br />
place. But alas, how terrible will be<br />
<strong>the</strong> war <strong>the</strong>y wage with each o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y attain <strong>the</strong> light of day?<br />
What an arraying of hosts <strong>the</strong> world<br />
will see and what carnage will <strong>the</strong>re<br />
be? Fa<strong>the</strong>r in law and son in law, <strong>the</strong><br />
one coming down from Alpine<br />
ramparts and <strong>the</strong> stronghold of<br />
Monoecus and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r drawn up<br />
against him with <strong>the</strong> forces of <strong>the</strong> east.<br />
I would that I could order <strong>the</strong>m not<br />
to make war on each o<strong>the</strong>r and turn
<strong>the</strong>ir country's valour against its vitals,<br />
but <strong>the</strong> plans of Destiny are not for<br />
me to challenge.' Anchises paused<br />
for a moment and looked sadly at<br />
<strong>the</strong> spirits who would one day tear<br />
Rome to pieces with war, but <strong>the</strong>n he<br />
pointed to ano<strong>the</strong>r spirit. 'See!' He<br />
said. 'T<strong>here</strong> is a conqueror who will<br />
drive in triumph over Corinth and<br />
become glorious because of <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians he will slaughter and<br />
behind him is one who will lay <strong>the</strong><br />
whole of Argos and even<br />
Agamenmon's own Mykene in <strong>the</strong><br />
dust. Not only that, he will have <strong>the</strong><br />
blood of Achilles in his veins and it<br />
will be a Roman vengeance for his<br />
Trojan grandsires and for Pallas'<br />
insulted fame. But what tongue<br />
would leave <strong>the</strong> great Cato or<br />
Cossus unpraised? Or <strong>the</strong> race of
<strong>the</strong> Gracchi, or those twin<br />
thunderbolts of war, <strong>the</strong> Scipios;<br />
Libya's ruin. Or Fabricius who will<br />
be princely even in his poverty?<br />
Following <strong>the</strong>se are many who will<br />
plead better at <strong>the</strong> bar and use cleverer<br />
words, but <strong>the</strong>y will only come after<br />
<strong>the</strong> spear, arrow and sword have<br />
carved out <strong>the</strong> empire of Rome for it<br />
is <strong>the</strong> destiny of our offspring to<br />
govern nations as <strong>the</strong>ir lord and<br />
impose on <strong>the</strong>m both <strong>the</strong> rule of law<br />
and knowledge of justice.'<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Anchises paused again<br />
but <strong>the</strong>n, without giving Anaeas any<br />
time to think about what he had said,<br />
went on to say; 'See how Marcellus<br />
over <strong>the</strong>re towers above all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
warriors? When <strong>the</strong> state of Rome<br />
reels under <strong>the</strong> invader's shock, he<br />
shall protect it and his horse's hoofs
will trample both <strong>the</strong> invading<br />
Carthaginians and revolting Gauls<br />
underfoot.'<br />
At this, Anaeas, who saw a<br />
youth in gleaming armour walking at<br />
Marcellus' side with downcast eyes<br />
and little joy on his brow, said; 'Who<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r, is he who thus attends<br />
Marcellus? Is he his son or one of his<br />
glorious descendants? I see <strong>the</strong><br />
shadow of gloomy night and<br />
unhappiness hovering around his<br />
brow.'<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Anchises paused for a<br />
moment to let his tears flow for a<br />
while. 'Alas, my son!' He said finally.<br />
'Ask not of <strong>the</strong> heavy grief that those<br />
of your blood must bear. To him <strong>the</strong><br />
fates will give but a glimpse of life.<br />
Yes, Rome's race would have been<br />
too strong even for <strong>the</strong> powers of
heaven if it did not also suffer its<br />
share of misery and unhappiness.<br />
Oh, what groanings of <strong>the</strong> brave shall<br />
be wafted from <strong>the</strong> fields of war?<br />
What a funeral will <strong>the</strong> Tiber behold<br />
as it flows past that newly built<br />
sepulchre! No child from <strong>the</strong> stock<br />
of Troy shall raise his Latian ancestors<br />
to such heights of hope and never,<br />
while time lasts, shall <strong>the</strong> land of<br />
Romulus take such pride in any that<br />
she has reared. But woe for <strong>the</strong> pious,<br />
<strong>the</strong> ancient faith and for <strong>the</strong> arm<br />
unconquered in battle! Child of a<br />
nation's sorrow! W<strong>here</strong> is <strong>the</strong> hope<br />
of breaking <strong>the</strong> tyranny of Fate?<br />
Bring me handfuls of lilies so that I<br />
may strew <strong>the</strong> grave with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
dazzling hues and crown, if only with<br />
<strong>the</strong>se gifts, my young descendant's<br />
shade and perform <strong>the</strong> vain service of
sorrow.'<br />
After this, although Anaeas<br />
wasn't at all sure what his fa<strong>the</strong>r had<br />
meant, he followed his sire as he led<br />
<strong>the</strong> way through <strong>the</strong> whole expanse<br />
of patient spirits and took note of<br />
everything he said. At one point <strong>the</strong><br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r paused and pointed to a<br />
beautiful maiden sitting elegantly on<br />
a river bank and gazing at a splendid<br />
multicoloured flower she held in her<br />
hand. 'See that maiden?' he asked.<br />
'She will be one of your descendants<br />
and in <strong>the</strong> hidden mists of <strong>the</strong> far-off<br />
future, she is destined to be a great<br />
queen. She will be queen of a great<br />
nation in <strong>the</strong> north and it is her<br />
unhappy lot to preside over her<br />
people's loss of worldly stature. But<br />
she will be greatly loved by all her<br />
subjects and in her later years she will
put aside <strong>the</strong> restrictions of her regal<br />
role and even turn to acting in her<br />
efforts to both unite her people and<br />
and cheer <strong>the</strong>m up in a time when her<br />
nation's treasure chests are almost<br />
empty.'<br />
Then pointing to a young man<br />
who was picking up <strong>the</strong> seeds of a<br />
sycamore tree and throwing <strong>the</strong>m into<br />
<strong>the</strong> air so he could delight in watching<br />
<strong>the</strong>m rotate and <strong>the</strong>y descended<br />
slowly to <strong>the</strong> ground he said. 'That<br />
very tall young man will be <strong>the</strong><br />
maiden's grandchild and is destined<br />
for great things. What those things are<br />
I have, as yet, not been able to<br />
discover. But <strong>the</strong>y will be great<br />
indeed.'<br />
Eventually, after fa<strong>the</strong>r Anchises<br />
had taken his son from end to end<br />
and fired his mind with <strong>the</strong> prospect
of <strong>the</strong> glorious history which would<br />
follow him, he told his warrior son of<br />
<strong>the</strong> battles he must fight in <strong>the</strong> present<br />
and how to shun or stand <strong>the</strong> shock<br />
of every peril.<br />
But <strong>the</strong>n, as <strong>the</strong> time had come<br />
for Anaeas and <strong>the</strong> priestess to leave<br />
<strong>the</strong> land of <strong>the</strong> blest, his fa<strong>the</strong>r led<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> two gates of Sleep<br />
stood. One, as story tells, is made of<br />
horn and supplies a ready exit to <strong>the</strong><br />
surface for true spirits while <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r, although it gleams with <strong>the</strong><br />
polish of dazzling ivory, is used by<br />
<strong>the</strong> powers below to send false dreams<br />
to <strong>the</strong> world above. It was to <strong>here</strong><br />
that Anchises conducted his son and<br />
<strong>the</strong> Sibyl and bid <strong>the</strong>m depart to <strong>the</strong><br />
surface through <strong>the</strong> gate of horn.
Book VII<br />
The moment Anaeas stepped into <strong>the</strong><br />
portal of horn he inexplicably found<br />
himself back in <strong>the</strong> sacred grove<br />
from whence he had begun his<br />
journey into <strong>the</strong> underworld. Then,<br />
with <strong>the</strong> priestess at his side, he<br />
quickly made his way back down to<br />
<strong>the</strong> shore and ordered his men prepare<br />
<strong>the</strong> fleet for <strong>the</strong> next stage of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
journey.<br />
But just as <strong>the</strong> fleet was about to<br />
sail, Caieta, <strong>the</strong> ancient nurse of<br />
Anaeas, departed <strong>the</strong> land of <strong>the</strong> living<br />
and so Anaeas felt forced to delay<br />
his departure until he had raised a<br />
great funeral mound to his beloved<br />
nurse and once he had paid his last
espects, he ordered his men to spread<br />
<strong>the</strong> sails and take <strong>the</strong>ir seats on <strong>the</strong><br />
benches. Helped by a fair breeze<br />
<strong>the</strong> fleet made good speed and during<br />
<strong>the</strong> night a bright moon lit <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
with her rippling beams. Skirting <strong>the</strong><br />
coast of Circe's realm, <strong>the</strong>y heard<br />
from <strong>the</strong> shore <strong>the</strong> growling noise of<br />
angry people who Circe, daughter of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Sun, had transformed into fierce<br />
animals. As <strong>the</strong> ships silently cut <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way through <strong>the</strong> water, <strong>the</strong> crews<br />
could hear <strong>the</strong> roar of angry lions<br />
while wild boars and great bears<br />
vented <strong>the</strong>ir rage at being deprived<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir humanness. However, in case<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans were tempted to seek a<br />
harbour in this spot and fell under <strong>the</strong><br />
appalling spell of <strong>the</strong> evil goddess,<br />
Poseidon bade <strong>the</strong> Zephyrs to fill<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir sails with favouring breezes and
waft <strong>the</strong>m quickly past <strong>the</strong> moonlit<br />
beaches on which lay <strong>the</strong> rotting<br />
hulks of many ships which had<br />
stopped for but a moment's rest and<br />
never departed.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, as dawn in her<br />
saffron robe was just starting to shine<br />
down from heaven's height, <strong>the</strong> winds<br />
were suddenly laid to rest and every<br />
breath sank in sudden sleep. The crew<br />
were <strong>the</strong>refore forced to take to <strong>the</strong><br />
benches and <strong>the</strong> oars began pulling<br />
slowly against <strong>the</strong> marble surface of<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea, Looking over towards <strong>the</strong><br />
coast <strong>the</strong>y were passing Anaeas saw<br />
a great river flowing from out of <strong>the</strong><br />
mighty forest while above and all<br />
around birds of every colour were<br />
filling <strong>the</strong> air with <strong>the</strong>ir cries. At this<br />
wondrous sight he ordered his<br />
comrades to turn <strong>the</strong>ir prows towards
land and entered with joy <strong>the</strong> Tiber's<br />
shadowed bed.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> time Anaeas and his fleet<br />
arrived on <strong>the</strong> Latian shore <strong>the</strong> land<br />
was ruled by King Latinus and had<br />
enjoyed a long period of peace and<br />
prosperity. Latinus was <strong>the</strong> son of<br />
Faunus and Marcia; a Laurentine<br />
nymph. But although stricken with<br />
age he had no son and so just as his<br />
peaceful kingship was budding into<br />
youth, its branch was being cut off.<br />
The sole maintainer of his princely<br />
house was a daughter who was ripe<br />
for wedlock and was being wooed<br />
by princes who came from all over<br />
Ausonia. One, King Turnus, was<br />
more handsome than all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs and<br />
also strong in <strong>the</strong> glory of his ancestry<br />
and so <strong>the</strong> queen was very anxious for<br />
this union to take place. But <strong>the</strong>
heavenly portents unexpectedly<br />
barred <strong>the</strong> way with manifold alarm.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> was a laurel in <strong>the</strong> middle of<br />
<strong>the</strong> palace, in <strong>the</strong> very heart of royal<br />
courtyard, which was sacred in its<br />
every leaf and cherished by all. The<br />
legend was that fa<strong>the</strong>r Latinus himself<br />
had found it <strong>the</strong>re when he first laid<br />
<strong>the</strong> foundations of <strong>the</strong> city and had<br />
dedicated it to Phoebus Apollo<br />
before giving his new people <strong>the</strong> name<br />
of Laurentines. But, at <strong>the</strong> time of<br />
Anaeas' arrival, a dense swarm of<br />
bees suddenly lodged high up on this<br />
tree and, with a loud humming noise,<br />
flew hi<strong>the</strong>r and thi<strong>the</strong>r throughout <strong>the</strong><br />
palace. Seeing this a renowned<br />
prophet felt forced to speak. 'T<strong>here</strong> is<br />
a stranger approaching.' He said. 'I<br />
see him now with his people coming<br />
hi<strong>the</strong>r and commanding <strong>the</strong> heights
of <strong>the</strong> citadel.'<br />
Just as <strong>the</strong> prophet said this,<br />
Lavinia, as she stood in her maiden<br />
purity and was applying <strong>the</strong> hallowed<br />
torch to <strong>the</strong> altars, was seen by all<br />
to catch fire. Her long tresses and<br />
all her headgear were engulfed in<br />
flame and, wrapped in smoke, she ran<br />
through <strong>the</strong> corridors in her terror and<br />
scattered <strong>the</strong> fire god's sparks<br />
throughout <strong>the</strong> whole palace. It was<br />
indeed a sight of horror, but despite<br />
<strong>the</strong> flames and smell of burning cloth,<br />
<strong>the</strong> princess herself was unharmed<br />
and at this <strong>the</strong> prophet said. 'This<br />
princess will be famed throughout<br />
<strong>the</strong> land but she, in <strong>the</strong> manner of<br />
all famous princesses, will also be a<br />
bringer of great tribulation and war.'<br />
Troubled by <strong>the</strong>se prodigies<br />
Latinus retired to <strong>the</strong> oracle of
Faunus, his prophetic sire, which<br />
stood in <strong>the</strong> groves beneath Albunea's<br />
shade. This was a place w<strong>here</strong> kings<br />
from all over Ausonia and <strong>the</strong><br />
Oenotrian lands came to find answers<br />
to questions which troubled <strong>the</strong>m<br />
because it was <strong>here</strong> that <strong>the</strong><br />
priestess slaughtered <strong>the</strong> inquirer's<br />
offering and later, while lying in <strong>the</strong><br />
still of night on a couch made from<br />
<strong>the</strong> slaughtered sheep's skins, she<br />
heard voices and saw phantoms. In<br />
her sleep she also enjoyed<br />
communion with <strong>the</strong> gods in heaven<br />
and sometimes even with Acheron<br />
down in <strong>the</strong> depths of Avernus. It<br />
was <strong>here</strong> that king Latinus, in his<br />
quest for an answer, was sacrificing a<br />
hundred two year old sheep and was<br />
making a fleecy bed from <strong>the</strong>ir skins<br />
for <strong>the</strong> priestess to lie on when
suddenly, from somew<strong>here</strong> deep inside<br />
<strong>the</strong> grove, <strong>the</strong> voice of Faunus<br />
was heard. 'Look not to ally my<br />
granddaughter in wedlock with one<br />
from Latium or Ausonia. Put not<br />
your faith in marriage chambers<br />
which are dressed and ready because<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is a son in law now on his way<br />
from a distant land. His people are<br />
destined to mix <strong>the</strong>ir blood with<br />
ours and exalt our name to <strong>the</strong><br />
heavens. These are people whose<br />
lineal posterity will one day see <strong>the</strong><br />
whole world spread beneath <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
feet.'<br />
In <strong>the</strong> still of <strong>the</strong> night, such<br />
were <strong>the</strong> words which came from <strong>the</strong><br />
grove but Latinus was unable to keep<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to himself because, such was<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir potential for causing excitement<br />
and scandal, Fame and Rumour
quickly ga<strong>the</strong>red <strong>the</strong>m up and began<br />
spreading <strong>the</strong>m through <strong>the</strong> whole of<br />
his kingdom.<br />
Meanwhile, down by <strong>the</strong> river,<br />
shortly after <strong>the</strong>y had cast <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
anchors, Anaeas, his chief captains<br />
and Ascanius all lay down under <strong>the</strong><br />
boughs of a lofty oak and spread a<br />
meal on <strong>the</strong> grass before <strong>the</strong>m. But,<br />
because <strong>the</strong> dawn was still fresh and<br />
<strong>the</strong> grass was dewy and wet, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were inspired by Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus to<br />
place large cakes of flour underneath<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir food and collection of wild fruit.<br />
But when <strong>the</strong> food was eaten, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
hunger remained unsatisfied and so<br />
each absently picked up one of <strong>the</strong><br />
flour-cakes and began to munch on it<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y continued discussing <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
plans and ideas. When he saw this<br />
Ascanius jumped up. 'What!' He cried
in a merry vein. 'Are we so hungry<br />
that we are eating our tables as well?'<br />
Instinctively looking at <strong>the</strong> food<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir hands everyone remembered<br />
<strong>the</strong> curse of <strong>the</strong> Harpy and, realising<br />
that <strong>the</strong>y had at last reached <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
promised land, <strong>the</strong>y all laughed out<br />
loud. 'Hail to <strong>the</strong>e,' Anaeas cried out,<br />
'promised land of our destiny and new<br />
home for <strong>the</strong> gods of Troy. Yes, at<br />
last we are home and so with<br />
tomorrow's earliest light we must<br />
explore this place and find out who<br />
its dwellers are and w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> city of<br />
<strong>the</strong> king is. But first let us pour out<br />
generous libations to Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus and<br />
also invoke my fa<strong>the</strong>r in prayer.'<br />
Having said this he twisted some<br />
leafy twigs into a ring and, after<br />
placing <strong>the</strong> garland on his head, he<br />
offered prayers to <strong>the</strong> land upon which
he stood and to <strong>the</strong> nymphs and<br />
streams which were as yet unknown<br />
by name. He <strong>the</strong>n prayed to Mount<br />
Ida, <strong>the</strong> Night and <strong>the</strong> Night's new<br />
born stars. He invoked each in turn<br />
and also prayed to his own two<br />
parents down below in <strong>the</strong> ne<strong>the</strong>r<br />
world and, while he prayed, <strong>the</strong><br />
Almighty Fa<strong>the</strong>r thundered three<br />
times in a completely clear sky.<br />
The news that this was <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
promised land spread quickly among<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojan ranks and such was<br />
everyone's delight, <strong>the</strong>y immediately<br />
set about preparing an enormous<br />
banquet and spent <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> day<br />
in rejoicing.<br />
The next day, as soon as <strong>the</strong> dawn<br />
began lighting up <strong>the</strong> earth with her<br />
torch, everyone dispersed and began<br />
exploring <strong>the</strong> area around <strong>the</strong> river's
mouth. From <strong>the</strong> local farmers and<br />
shepherds <strong>the</strong>y learned that one spring<br />
was called Numicius, <strong>the</strong> river itself<br />
was known as <strong>the</strong> Tiber and <strong>the</strong><br />
country was <strong>the</strong> home of <strong>the</strong> brave<br />
Latian race. When <strong>the</strong>y were familiar<br />
with <strong>the</strong>ir immediate surroundings,<br />
Anaeas collected an embassy of a<br />
hundred people, chosen from all<br />
classes and instructed <strong>the</strong>m to go to<br />
<strong>the</strong> monarch's royal city with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
heads wrea<strong>the</strong>d in garlands from<br />
Pallas' tree and with presents to<br />
entreat his friendship. But, while <strong>the</strong><br />
embassy hastened to do his bidding<br />
and set off for Latium, Anaeas<br />
himself began marking out <strong>the</strong> new<br />
city's boundaries and prepared <strong>the</strong><br />
ground for <strong>the</strong>ir first settlement by<br />
digging a shallow trench.<br />
Coming in sight of <strong>the</strong> towers
and stately homes of Latium, in <strong>the</strong><br />
plains outside <strong>the</strong> walls <strong>the</strong> embassy<br />
saw boys and youths in <strong>the</strong>ir prime<br />
practising <strong>the</strong>ir military skills. Some<br />
drove chariots around in clouds of<br />
dust, some practised archery or<br />
hurled javelins while o<strong>the</strong>rs fought<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r with <strong>the</strong> gloves. But as<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans approached <strong>the</strong> city gates<br />
a messenger ran to <strong>the</strong> palace with<br />
<strong>the</strong> news that a hundred mighty men<br />
had arrived in strange attire.<br />
On receiving this news <strong>the</strong> king<br />
took his place on his ancestral throne<br />
and told <strong>the</strong> messenger to conduct<br />
<strong>the</strong>m into his presence and, when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y arrived, he spoke to <strong>the</strong>m thus.<br />
'Tell me, sons of Dardanus, for we<br />
know of your city and your race and<br />
have heard <strong>the</strong> tale of your coming,<br />
what is your errand? What cause
or necessity has wafted your ships to<br />
our shores through so many leagues<br />
of water? Is it ignorance of <strong>the</strong> way<br />
or trouble with <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r which has<br />
brought you to our coast? Shrink<br />
not from our welcome, but know that<br />
<strong>the</strong> Latian race are <strong>the</strong> true people<br />
of Saturn, <strong>the</strong> god who is known to<br />
you as Kronos, and we are kept in<br />
righteousness not by any bond of<br />
law, but by our own instinct and <strong>the</strong><br />
rule of our parent-god. And now that<br />
I remember, though years have dulled<br />
<strong>the</strong> freshness of <strong>the</strong> tale <strong>the</strong> aged<br />
Auruncan used to tell, it was in this<br />
land that Dardanos first saw <strong>the</strong> light<br />
and it was from <strong>here</strong> that he won his<br />
way to <strong>the</strong> towns of Phrygian Ida and<br />
Thracian Samos; which men now<br />
call Samothrace. Ay, it was from <strong>the</strong><br />
house of Tuscan Corythus that he
went and now he sits on a throne in<br />
heaven and even <strong>the</strong> gods make room<br />
for him.'<br />
As he ended Ilioneus, who had<br />
been ordered by Anaeas to speak on<br />
behalf of <strong>the</strong> whole embassy,<br />
answered him. 'Great king and<br />
illustrious son of Faunus,' he said. 'It<br />
was not <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r which drove<br />
us on your coast and nor were we<br />
beguiled from our track by a<br />
mistaken star or skyline. No! It was<br />
with full intent that we are arrived<br />
<strong>here</strong>, driven as we were from a realm<br />
which was once <strong>the</strong> greatest <strong>the</strong> sun<br />
surveyed on its course through <strong>the</strong><br />
heavens. Our race has its origins<br />
in Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus and our monarch,<br />
who has sent us to your doors, is<br />
himself goddess-born. You say you<br />
have heard of us and so must know
<strong>the</strong> story of how two worlds, Europe<br />
and Asia, each driven by Fate, met<br />
and crashed toge<strong>the</strong>r in that terrible<br />
storm which, launched from<br />
Mykene, swept over Mount Ida's<br />
plains and eventually left <strong>the</strong> great<br />
city of Troy in ruins. Now we, <strong>the</strong><br />
survivors of that storm, ask you for<br />
a resting place for our country's gods<br />
and for <strong>the</strong> harmless privilege of<br />
your coast. We shall be no disgrace to<br />
your kingdom and nor shall our<br />
gratitude for your great bounty grow<br />
old. I swear by <strong>the</strong> star of Anaeas,<br />
whose mo<strong>the</strong>r is Aphrodite, <strong>the</strong><br />
goddess known to you as Venus, that<br />
you shall never mourn <strong>the</strong> day you<br />
welcomed Troy into your heart. It is<br />
<strong>the</strong> oracles of heaven which have<br />
driven us to search out your realm<br />
because, as you have just said, it
was from <strong>here</strong> that Dardanos came<br />
and now Apollo bids us return.<br />
Moreover <strong>here</strong> are gifts from Anaeas.<br />
They are, alas, only offerings snatched<br />
from <strong>the</strong> flames of Troy and but<br />
scanty relics of our past prosperity.<br />
But from this golden cup Anchises,<br />
<strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r of Anaeas, poured out<br />
libations at <strong>the</strong> altar. This sceptre<br />
once belonged to King Priam and he<br />
always held it in his hand when, in<br />
kingly fashion, he made laws for his<br />
people to follow while this sacred<br />
diadem and <strong>the</strong>se robes are <strong>the</strong> work<br />
of Trojan dames.'<br />
As Ilioneus finished speaking he<br />
placed <strong>the</strong> gifts before <strong>the</strong> king, but<br />
Latinus was so engrossed in thought<br />
that he paid little attention to <strong>the</strong><br />
visitors who prostrated <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
before him and, as he pondered <strong>the</strong>
subject of his daughter's wedding and<br />
<strong>the</strong> words of <strong>the</strong> oracle, even <strong>the</strong><br />
sight of King Priam's golden sceptre<br />
did not stir his kingly mind. 'This<br />
must be,' he thought to himself, 'that<br />
predicted son in law who has arrived<br />
from a foreign home and is destined<br />
to reign in joint sovereignty with<br />
myself and who, with my daughter,<br />
will fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> future rulers of <strong>the</strong><br />
world.'<br />
At length, as <strong>the</strong> embassy waited<br />
anxiously for his reply, <strong>the</strong> king<br />
broke out in pleasing tones: 'May <strong>the</strong><br />
gods prosper our intent and ratify <strong>the</strong><br />
will of heaven. Yes, Trojan! Your<br />
prayer shall be answered and nor will<br />
I reject your presents. As long as I,<br />
Latinus, am king of this beautiful<br />
land, you shall not lack <strong>the</strong> bounty<br />
of <strong>the</strong> soil. Nor shall you fear for <strong>the</strong>
wealth you have brought from Troy.<br />
But peace will be incomplete until I<br />
have touched <strong>the</strong> hand of your<br />
monarch and so if he covets <strong>the</strong> tie of<br />
hospitality so much, let him come into<br />
my presence and not shrink from eyes<br />
which will view him kindly. But first<br />
you must take him this message. Tell<br />
him I have a daughter whose<br />
marriage with a husband of our nation<br />
has been forbidden by voices from my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r's shrine and also that countless<br />
prodigies from heaven say my son<br />
in law is to arrive from a foreign<br />
clime. It is, so <strong>the</strong>y say, Fate's will<br />
for our nation because by mixing<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir blood with ours, <strong>the</strong>se<br />
foreigners will exalt our name to <strong>the</strong><br />
sp<strong>here</strong>s and it is my belief that Anaeas<br />
is <strong>the</strong> one <strong>the</strong> oracles have spoken<br />
of.'
After saying this <strong>the</strong> old king<br />
took <strong>the</strong> embassy to his stables and,<br />
choosing horses from <strong>the</strong> multitude<br />
he possessed, he gave one to each of<br />
<strong>the</strong> visitors and for <strong>the</strong> absent Anaeas<br />
he presented a beautiful chariot pulled<br />
by two horses which snorted fire<br />
from <strong>the</strong>ir nostrils and were<br />
renowned for <strong>the</strong>ir speed. Thus graced<br />
with gifts and kindly speeches, <strong>the</strong><br />
children of Anaeas returned to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
fledgling city and brought with <strong>the</strong>m<br />
tidings of peace.<br />
However, just at this moment<br />
<strong>the</strong> Queen of Heaven was travelling<br />
back from her beloved Argos and,<br />
glancing down from her chariot as<br />
it passed between <strong>the</strong> sun and <strong>the</strong><br />
earth, she beheld Anaeas in <strong>the</strong><br />
distance and <strong>the</strong> Dardan fleet safely<br />
at anchor. She could see that he had
already made <strong>the</strong> soil his friend and<br />
was building his new home and,<br />
pierced with bitter grief by <strong>the</strong> sight,<br />
she shook her head while from <strong>the</strong><br />
depths of her bitter heart <strong>the</strong> words<br />
came pouring out. 'Ah,' she cried,<br />
'that hated stock of Troy which still<br />
refuses to perish! Did <strong>the</strong> warriors<br />
really die when <strong>the</strong> city of Troy was<br />
burned to <strong>the</strong> ground and were <strong>the</strong><br />
women really sold in <strong>the</strong> slave<br />
markets of Argos? Alas, even in<br />
<strong>the</strong> face of defeat it seems as if <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan race has found a way. Ay,<br />
but although my power lies gasping<br />
and spent, my hatred still lives. I<br />
have followed <strong>the</strong>m with a enemy's<br />
zeal w<strong>here</strong>ver <strong>the</strong>y went and put<br />
whatever problems I could in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way; but Syrtes, Scylla and <strong>the</strong><br />
Charybdis' yawning gulf have all
failed me in my desires and so now<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans have gained <strong>the</strong> River<br />
Tiber; <strong>the</strong> haven of <strong>the</strong>ir wishes. Now<br />
<strong>the</strong>y can laugh at both <strong>the</strong> perils of <strong>the</strong><br />
ocean and at me. My son Ares, or<br />
should I call him Mars as he now<br />
prefers, had <strong>the</strong> strength to destroy<br />
<strong>the</strong> Lapithan nation, huge though <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were and <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r of all <strong>the</strong> gods<br />
gave up <strong>the</strong> honoured land of<br />
Calydon to Diana's vengeance! But<br />
what had <strong>the</strong> Lapithans or Calydons<br />
done to earn such penal ruin? Yet I,<br />
who have stooped so low and left<br />
nothing untried, and who also<br />
assumed every form by turns, am<br />
vanquished by Anaeas. Well, if on<br />
my own my powers are not enough, I<br />
will not shrink from asking for aid,<br />
be it found w<strong>here</strong> it may. If I cannot<br />
get help from above, <strong>the</strong>n I will stir
up <strong>the</strong> fiends of <strong>the</strong> deep for, even if<br />
Zeus will not allow me to keep a<br />
relation of that hateful Paris from <strong>the</strong><br />
crown of Latium, I can still cause him<br />
trouble by putting delays and<br />
impediments in his path and also by<br />
causing discord and strife between <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans and <strong>the</strong> people of Ausonia.<br />
So let fa<strong>the</strong>r in law and son in law<br />
embrace at <strong>the</strong> cost of <strong>the</strong>ir people's<br />
lives and let fair Lavinia's dowry be<br />
<strong>the</strong> bodies of both Trojan and<br />
Ausonian warriors. Venus will see<br />
<strong>the</strong> tale repeated in her own<br />
offspring. A second Paris and <strong>the</strong><br />
funeral torch rekindled for a reviving<br />
Troy.<br />
Having thus vented her spleen <strong>the</strong><br />
Queen of Heaven flew down to earth<br />
in a black rage and summoned from<br />
<strong>the</strong> darkness of <strong>the</strong> pit <strong>the</strong>
malevolent Alecto; <strong>the</strong> fiend whose<br />
head is always crowned with a nest<br />
of deadly vipers and who is always<br />
pleased by injurious crimes, deceitful<br />
stratagems, strife and bloody wars.<br />
In fact, so many forms can Alecto take<br />
on and so loathsome is <strong>the</strong> appearance<br />
of each one; she is hated even by<br />
Pluto, her sire, and also her Tartarean<br />
sisters. This dreaded fiend Juno lashed<br />
to even fiercer fury by speaking to her<br />
thus: 'It seems, maiden, daughter of<br />
<strong>the</strong> darkness, that I will be shamed<br />
and both my praise and renown will<br />
be dashed from <strong>the</strong>ir pedestal. So I<br />
ask you to grant me your undivided<br />
aid and make sure that Anaeas does<br />
not ensnare Latinus in a bridal<br />
alliance or take over <strong>the</strong> Ausonian<br />
frontier. You are known by a thousand<br />
dreadful names and have <strong>the</strong> power to
make bro<strong>the</strong>rs of one blood take arms<br />
against each o<strong>the</strong>r and can also turn<br />
peaceful homes into dens of strife; so<br />
I beg you to snap <strong>the</strong> bonds of peace<br />
and scatter <strong>the</strong> incentives of war. Let<br />
both <strong>the</strong> Ausonians and <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
take up <strong>the</strong> spear and <strong>the</strong> sword and<br />
go to war against each o<strong>the</strong>r.'<br />
On hearing this <strong>the</strong> evil-faced<br />
Alecto, empoisoned with <strong>the</strong><br />
Gorgon's venom, cackled with delight<br />
and went first to Latium and to Queen<br />
Amata's lofty chamber in <strong>the</strong> palace.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> she found <strong>the</strong> queen who, as she<br />
mused on <strong>the</strong> arrival of <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
and <strong>the</strong> dashing of Turnus' bridal<br />
hopes, was seething with all a<br />
woman's passion and all a woman's<br />
spleen. Noting this Alecto quickly<br />
snatched a poisonous viper from her<br />
head and hurled it at Amata. It was
her intent that, maddened by <strong>the</strong><br />
poisonous pest, Amata would proceed<br />
to drive <strong>the</strong> whole kingdom wild.<br />
Unfelt by Amata, <strong>the</strong> writhing reptile<br />
landed first her shoulder and, after<br />
gliding in between her robe and<br />
marble breasts, it slid smoothly from<br />
limb to limb before entwining itself<br />
around <strong>the</strong> golden necklace which<br />
hung around her neck. After it had<br />
rested <strong>here</strong> for a while it climbed onto<br />
her head and entwined itself in her<br />
hair. Still unseen and unfelt by<br />
Queen Amata, it <strong>the</strong>n glided slowly<br />
down over her face and, after<br />
entering her mouth and sli<strong>the</strong>ring<br />
down her throat, it found a home in<br />
her breast w<strong>here</strong>, with its viperous<br />
breath, it pervaded her senses and<br />
set her whole being aflame. Such<br />
were <strong>the</strong> uncontrollable emotions <strong>the</strong>
snake's venom caused in <strong>the</strong> queen<br />
that she soon began ranting and raving<br />
and throwing things about her<br />
chamber. She <strong>the</strong>n went to Latinus in<br />
a fury and, with tears streaming<br />
down her cheeks, she cried. 'Are <strong>the</strong><br />
fugitives from Troy to take our<br />
Lavinia in marriage good fa<strong>the</strong>r?<br />
Have you no compassion for your<br />
daughter or yourself? What about<br />
me, her mo<strong>the</strong>r? Have you no<br />
feelings for me? Don't you care<br />
about what I think? How can you be<br />
so blind? Can you not see that with<br />
<strong>the</strong> first fair wind which comes along<br />
that faithless pirate will spread his<br />
sails and carry off his maiden prey?<br />
Ay, things were not so when <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan shepherd, who was a relative<br />
of Anaeas, stole into Lacedaemon<br />
and bore away <strong>the</strong> wife of King
Menelaos! W<strong>here</strong> is your tenderness<br />
for your own flesh and blood and<br />
what happened to <strong>the</strong> promises you<br />
made to King Turnus? If <strong>the</strong><br />
command of your fa<strong>the</strong>r sits so<br />
heavily on your soul and Latian folk<br />
must have a son in law fetched from<br />
foreign stock, I hold that any nation<br />
not subjective to our rule is foreign<br />
and that means King Turnus is a<br />
foreigner. If you go back to <strong>the</strong><br />
first foundation of his house, he has<br />
Inachus and Acrisius for his<br />
ancestors and <strong>the</strong> heart of Mykene for<br />
his home. So, as he must <strong>the</strong>refore<br />
be a foreigner, you cannot deny he is<br />
a suitable son in law for our Lavinia.'<br />
But when <strong>the</strong> queen realized her<br />
words were having no effect on <strong>the</strong><br />
King and that he was obstinately<br />
bent on a marriage with Anaeas,
<strong>the</strong> serpent's fiendish mischief, which<br />
had sunk deep into her vitals and<br />
thrilled her every nerve, caused her to<br />
rush out into <strong>the</strong> streets and rave in an<br />
ungoverned frenzy throughout <strong>the</strong><br />
city's length and breadth. Such was<br />
<strong>the</strong> turmoil of her passions that as she<br />
raged through <strong>the</strong> streets, she was<br />
suddenly inspired to climb to even<br />
greater heights of madness and nerve<br />
herself to even more atrocious deeds.<br />
So, in an effort to try and snatch her<br />
daughter from <strong>the</strong> Dardan's bridal bed<br />
and delay <strong>the</strong> kindling of Hymen's<br />
torch, she took Lavinia into <strong>the</strong><br />
woods and hid her among <strong>the</strong> leafy<br />
hills. 'Only King Turnus,' she cried,<br />
'is a fit mate for a maiden like this.<br />
See! For him she takes up <strong>the</strong> sacred<br />
wand and for him she leads <strong>the</strong> dance<br />
and for him she grooms her flowing
hair.'<br />
Gossip and Rumour were both<br />
delighted by what <strong>the</strong> queen was<br />
saying and doing and so quickly<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red up <strong>the</strong> story of what was<br />
happening and began spreading it<br />
throughout <strong>the</strong> land. When <strong>the</strong>y heard<br />
of what <strong>the</strong> queen had done, o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>rs became imbued with <strong>the</strong><br />
same frenzy and mad passion and so<br />
<strong>the</strong>y left <strong>the</strong>ir houses and, after<br />
releasing <strong>the</strong>ir hair to <strong>the</strong> wind and<br />
filling <strong>the</strong> sky with quivering shrieks,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y ran to join <strong>the</strong> queen in <strong>the</strong><br />
forest. T<strong>here</strong> in <strong>the</strong> middle of <strong>the</strong><br />
crowd of frenzied women stood <strong>the</strong><br />
queen with a blazing torch held high<br />
in her right hand as she sang <strong>the</strong><br />
bridal song of King Turnus and her<br />
daughter. But suddenly, as if she were<br />
a savage, she yelled out. 'Ho! mo<strong>the</strong>rs
of Latium all! W<strong>here</strong> have you been?<br />
If you have human hearts and can feel<br />
kindness for your poor queen, and if<br />
you are stung to think of a mo<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
rights, take <strong>the</strong> fillets from your hair<br />
and join me in this rebellion.'<br />
Such was <strong>the</strong> behaviour of <strong>the</strong><br />
queen who, driven to madness by <strong>the</strong><br />
poisonous viper in her breast, had<br />
become but an unwitting toy of Alecto<br />
<strong>the</strong> Fiend.<br />
Judging that she had caused<br />
enough trouble in Latium, Alecto<br />
soared into <strong>the</strong> air on her murky wings<br />
and travelled to <strong>the</strong> Rutulian city of<br />
Ardea which, <strong>the</strong>y say, Danae built for<br />
her Argive settlers when <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
been blown on her shores by a storm.<br />
Here in <strong>the</strong> lofty palace she found<br />
King Turnus in <strong>the</strong> midst of sleep<br />
and, after putting off her hideous
features and fiendish shape, she<br />
furrowed her loathsome brow with<br />
wrinkles and transformed herself into<br />
<strong>the</strong> shape of Calybe; <strong>the</strong> aged<br />
priestess of Juno's temple. In this<br />
guise she appeared in <strong>the</strong> young<br />
warrior's dream and spoke to him<br />
thus. 'Can King Turnus,' she said<br />
scathingly, 'calmly sit by and do<br />
nothing while all he has worked for<br />
is given to <strong>the</strong> Trojan settlers? Is he<br />
willing to watch peacefully as his<br />
bride and blood bought dowry is<br />
given to a foreigner? Is he so brave<br />
that he will calmly accept <strong>the</strong><br />
decisions of King Latinus and also<br />
<strong>the</strong> laughter and derision of his<br />
subjects? If he is such a coward <strong>the</strong>n<br />
I must leave.' Here <strong>the</strong> Fiend paused<br />
for a moment to let her words sink in<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n she continued. 'But, if King
Turnus is not a coward, <strong>the</strong>n Juno, <strong>the</strong><br />
Queen of Heaven, bids me say <strong>the</strong>se<br />
words. "Rise and ga<strong>the</strong>r your<br />
warriors. Go to w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> Trojan<br />
chiefs have anchored <strong>the</strong>ir fleet in<br />
our fair river and set fire to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
painted ships. King Latinus must<br />
respect <strong>the</strong> promise he made and give<br />
you both your bride and your dowry,<br />
or else you must let him know what it<br />
is to have Turnus for a foe.'''<br />
Laughing scornfully at what he<br />
thought was <strong>the</strong> old priestess <strong>the</strong><br />
young king spoke in reply. 'The<br />
news that a fleet has arrived in <strong>the</strong><br />
Tiber has not, as you might imagine,<br />
escaped my ear. But do not try to<br />
terrify me with idle talk of what King<br />
Latinus intends to do for Queen Juno<br />
will not forget me. No, it is you, good<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r, who in your mouldering
dotage, has been drained of truth and<br />
so you feel obliged to mock your<br />
prophetic soul with false alarms.<br />
You, old woman, have your place<br />
in <strong>the</strong> temple and must watch over<br />
our statues. War is man's work and so<br />
whe<strong>the</strong>r we have peace or go to war<br />
is something only men can decide.'<br />
Alecto was infuriated by <strong>the</strong>se<br />
words and as a result, so fierce was<br />
<strong>the</strong> hissing of <strong>the</strong> thousand snakes<br />
which sprang suddenly into view<br />
from her head and so monstrous <strong>the</strong><br />
features he saw that, even in <strong>the</strong><br />
act of speaking, a shudder seized <strong>the</strong><br />
young king's frame and his eyes<br />
grew stiff and stony. But when he<br />
had ga<strong>the</strong>red himself and tried to<br />
speak again, <strong>the</strong> serpents on Alecto's<br />
head reared up and terrified him<br />
back into silence. Seeing his terror
Alecto took one of <strong>the</strong> serpents by <strong>the</strong><br />
tail and cracked it like a whip in<br />
Turnus' face. So close to his skin did<br />
<strong>the</strong> snake's gaping mouth come that<br />
its long, curved fangs only just failed<br />
to sink into his nose. Then <strong>the</strong> fiend<br />
hissed at <strong>the</strong> youth who lay<br />
whimpering on <strong>the</strong> bed before her, 'So<br />
you think I'm a mouldering old lady<br />
who, in her dotage, has been drained<br />
of truth and is mocking you with false<br />
alarms do you? Well, look at me<br />
and know that I come from <strong>the</strong><br />
dwelling of <strong>the</strong> Dread Sisters and that<br />
<strong>the</strong> evils of both war and death are<br />
controlled by my hand.'<br />
As she said this she hurled a<br />
blazing torch at <strong>the</strong> youth and <strong>the</strong><br />
moment it landed on his chest, <strong>the</strong><br />
sheets caught fire instantly breaking<br />
<strong>the</strong> bonds of sleep. With a shout of
terror Turnus leapt from his burning<br />
bed and in a frenzy, screamed out.<br />
'My sword, w<strong>here</strong> is my sword?'<br />
But remembering w<strong>here</strong> he always<br />
kept it while he slept, he reached<br />
under his pillow and grasped <strong>the</strong><br />
weapon by its hilt. The feel of his<br />
sword in his hand caused <strong>the</strong> madness<br />
of a bloodletting rage to rise up<br />
within him and, as angry pride<br />
topped all, he forgot all <strong>the</strong> treaties<br />
he had made. Consequently, after<br />
going down to <strong>the</strong> courtyard and<br />
calling for his captains, he ordered<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to ga<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> men and prepare<br />
for a march on King Latinus.<br />
'Ausonia,' he cried, 'must be<br />
protected and <strong>the</strong> Trojan foe must be<br />
driven from our frontiers.'<br />
His own army, he felt, would be<br />
enough to deal with both <strong>the</strong> Trojans
and <strong>the</strong> Latians and so, after making<br />
sacrifices to heaven, he used clever<br />
words to spin strange stories and<br />
whipped his men into a fighting<br />
fury.<br />
But while Turnus was filling his<br />
Rutulians with <strong>the</strong> spirit of daring,<br />
Alecto was busy looking for a way to<br />
put her plans against <strong>the</strong> Dardanians<br />
into motion. At first she was unsure<br />
of what to do but when she fixed<br />
her gaze on <strong>the</strong> spot w<strong>here</strong>, on <strong>the</strong><br />
winding coast, Ascanius was<br />
hunting game with <strong>the</strong> snare and<br />
hounds, a new thought entered her<br />
mind and so she maddened his<br />
hounds by touching <strong>the</strong>ir nostrils with<br />
a scent <strong>the</strong>y knew well. This caused<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to search for a stag <strong>the</strong>ir noses<br />
told <strong>the</strong>m must be close by and, by<br />
so doing, <strong>the</strong>y put <strong>the</strong> spark of war
to <strong>the</strong> whole countryside.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> was a beautiful stag with<br />
lofty horns which had been taken by<br />
<strong>the</strong> sons of Tyrrheus from its<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r's breast and brought up by<br />
<strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong>ir fa<strong>the</strong>r. Trained to obey<br />
<strong>the</strong> commands of men, this stag was<br />
in <strong>the</strong> chief care of <strong>the</strong>ir sister Silvia<br />
and she often spent long periods<br />
washing it down in <strong>the</strong> clear stream,<br />
combing its rough coat and decking<br />
its horns with coloured ribbons.<br />
Grown tame to <strong>the</strong> touch of people<br />
and accustomed to its master's table,<br />
this stag would often run free in <strong>the</strong><br />
forest but, no matter how late <strong>the</strong><br />
night, it always returned to its<br />
stable. But now <strong>the</strong> hounds led<br />
Ascanius to w<strong>here</strong> it happened to be<br />
grazing by <strong>the</strong> river bank. At <strong>the</strong> sight<br />
of such a magnificent beast, Ascanius,
who was fired with a proud ambition,<br />
bent his bow and nor did his hand<br />
err for want of heavenly aid; <strong>the</strong><br />
arrow sped to its target with a loud<br />
hurtling sound and, with a thump,<br />
pierced <strong>the</strong> belly of <strong>the</strong> stag. The<br />
wounded creature leapt into <strong>the</strong> air<br />
before racing for <strong>the</strong> home it knew<br />
so well and, moaning piteously, crept<br />
into its stall. T<strong>here</strong>, bleeding<br />
profusely, it filled <strong>the</strong> whole house of<br />
Tyrrheus with its cries of pain and<br />
Silvia, when she saw what had<br />
happened to <strong>the</strong> stag she loved so<br />
dearly, immediately called for help.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> saw <strong>the</strong> wounded beast<br />
Tyrrheus, Silvia's bro<strong>the</strong>rs and <strong>the</strong><br />
rough country folk who lived in <strong>the</strong><br />
area were so infuriated that each one<br />
immediately armed himself with<br />
whatever weapon <strong>the</strong>y could and,
driven by anger, went to find <strong>the</strong><br />
killer of <strong>the</strong> stag. Cruel Alecto,<br />
seized <strong>the</strong> chance to make even more<br />
mischief and made for <strong>the</strong> lofty roof<br />
of <strong>the</strong> stalls and from its summit she<br />
called out <strong>the</strong> shepherd's clarion call.<br />
Pitching her voice high and adding to<br />
it a note of Tartarean hell, her cry<br />
convulsed <strong>the</strong> whole forest and was<br />
heard as far away as Trivia's lake, <strong>the</strong><br />
river Nar and <strong>the</strong> springs of <strong>the</strong><br />
Veline. Also, such was <strong>the</strong> evilness<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Tartarean sound that, w<strong>here</strong>ver<br />
<strong>the</strong> cry was heard, terror stricken<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>rs quickly dragged <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
children indoors and clasped <strong>the</strong>m to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir bosoms.<br />
Responding to <strong>the</strong> sound of <strong>the</strong><br />
clarion call, rustics from all around<br />
snatched up what weapons <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
and ga<strong>the</strong>red round Tyrrheus while
<strong>the</strong> forces of Troy, for <strong>the</strong>ir part,<br />
poured out of <strong>the</strong>ir camp to give<br />
succour to Ascanius. Now it is no<br />
longer a woodsman's quarrel waged<br />
with sticks or heavy clubs; <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
plain outside <strong>the</strong> Trojan encampment<br />
bristled with an assortment of<br />
axes, spears, swords and whatever<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r implements of death <strong>the</strong> men<br />
of both sides could lay <strong>the</strong>ir hands on.<br />
Then, seemingly for no reason,<br />
arrows began to fly and <strong>the</strong> first to fall<br />
was a young warrior in <strong>the</strong> first rank;<br />
one of Tyrrheus' eldest sons; Almo.<br />
Moments later he was surrounded by<br />
many o<strong>the</strong>r frames and among <strong>the</strong>m<br />
was old Galaesus who, while<br />
throwing himself between <strong>the</strong> armies<br />
and pleading for peace, had been<br />
caught in <strong>the</strong> throat by a Trojan arrow.<br />
He had been one of <strong>the</strong> wealthiest
men in Ausonia with five flocks of<br />
sheep, five herds of oxen and land<br />
which was furrowed by a hundred<br />
ploughs.<br />
But while uncaring Mars dealt<br />
out both victory and death to each<br />
side on <strong>the</strong> battlefield, Alecto,<br />
having honoured her promise by<br />
starting <strong>the</strong> war, flew off to <strong>the</strong><br />
heights of Olympus in search of Juno.<br />
Finding her in <strong>the</strong> great bronze hall<br />
of <strong>the</strong> palace she addressed her in<br />
haughty tones of triumph. 'See how<br />
<strong>the</strong> work of discord has been completed<br />
and <strong>the</strong> land is now wrapped in<br />
<strong>the</strong> horrors of war! Now bid <strong>the</strong>m<br />
come toge<strong>the</strong>r in friendship and make<br />
a truce. You have seen I can start a<br />
war, but just give <strong>the</strong> word and I will<br />
give <strong>the</strong>e a fur<strong>the</strong>r boon by involving<br />
all <strong>the</strong> neighbouring cities. I will
inflame every person's soul with such<br />
martial passion that all o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
thoughts will be driven from <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
mind and <strong>the</strong>y will care for nought<br />
but a chance to kill <strong>the</strong>ir enemy.'<br />
'T<strong>here</strong> is panic and treachery<br />
enough.' Replied Juno. 'The men are<br />
fighting hand to hand or with weapons<br />
that only chance has put in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
hands and so <strong>the</strong> seeds of war have<br />
clearly been deeply sown. But new<br />
weapons are being made and as a<br />
result of <strong>the</strong> nuptial alliance between<br />
<strong>the</strong> son of Venus and King Latinus,<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is no doubt that <strong>the</strong>y will be<br />
used. Never<strong>the</strong>less, if Fa<strong>the</strong>r Zeus<br />
were to see a fiend of <strong>the</strong> deep<br />
walking <strong>the</strong> upper air, his wrath<br />
would know no bounds, so it would<br />
be best if you returned to whence you<br />
came. But fear not! Now that you
have begun <strong>the</strong> war, should <strong>the</strong>re be a<br />
chance to make matters worse, I<br />
myself will deal with it.'<br />
So spoke <strong>the</strong> daughter of Saturn<br />
and <strong>the</strong> fury, lifting her wings which<br />
sparkled with a serpent's plumage,<br />
dropped from <strong>the</strong> heights of Olympus<br />
and sought her home in <strong>the</strong> depths<br />
of Cocytus.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> is a place in <strong>the</strong> bosom of<br />
Ausonia, under <strong>the</strong> shadow of lofty<br />
hills and known even in far off lands<br />
as <strong>the</strong> vale of Amsanctus. T<strong>here</strong> in<br />
<strong>the</strong> gorge between two steeply<br />
forested slopes is a river and also a<br />
great cavern which reaches down<br />
into <strong>the</strong> bowels of <strong>the</strong> earth. From its<br />
mouth comes a putrid smell and it<br />
is an entrance into <strong>the</strong> pit of<br />
Acheron. It was into <strong>here</strong> that <strong>the</strong> fury<br />
dived and by doing so, relieved <strong>the</strong>
earth of her loathsome presence.<br />
As Alecto travelled to <strong>the</strong> bowels<br />
of <strong>the</strong> earth, <strong>the</strong> whole company of<br />
rustics retreated from <strong>the</strong> battlefield<br />
carrying <strong>the</strong>ir dead comrades and also<br />
calling on <strong>the</strong> gods and demanding<br />
that <strong>the</strong>ir king do something about<br />
what had happened. King Turnus<br />
was on <strong>the</strong> spot and in his fury,<br />
sounded <strong>the</strong> note of terror. 'The<br />
Trojans,' he shouted, 'are invited to<br />
reign in Latium and a Trojan branch<br />
is to be grafted onto <strong>the</strong> royal tree<br />
of Latinus. The king is surely shutting<br />
<strong>the</strong> palace door upon both himself<br />
and his offspring.'<br />
As he spoke <strong>the</strong> husbands and<br />
sons of <strong>the</strong> women who were with<br />
Queen Amata and sharing in her<br />
Bacchic madness, ga<strong>the</strong>red round<br />
King Turnus and strained <strong>the</strong> throat
of Mars to hoarseness with <strong>the</strong>ir calls<br />
for war. Also, following Amata's lead<br />
and defying both <strong>the</strong> omens and<br />
oracles, <strong>the</strong> women returned from <strong>the</strong><br />
forest and also clamoured for<br />
atrocious war. Each trying to outdo<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r, men and women swarmed<br />
around <strong>the</strong> palace and cried for blood.<br />
But King Latinus stood firm and<br />
unshaken. He was like a great rock in<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea which, fixed to <strong>the</strong> bottom by<br />
its own weight, stands firm before <strong>the</strong><br />
onrush of storm tossed waters.<br />
However, when he found that he was<br />
on his own and that no one would<br />
support his desire for a peaceful<br />
solution, he cried out, 'Alas! We are<br />
driven before <strong>the</strong> storm and broken<br />
on <strong>the</strong> wheel of Fate. On you, my<br />
wretched children, will come <strong>the</strong><br />
reckoning.' Then pointing at <strong>the</strong>
young King Turnus he said. 'You,<br />
most of all, will suffer for your<br />
crime and you will suffer on a day<br />
when it is too late to pray to heaven.<br />
For me, I am old and my rest is<br />
assured. My ship, which only stopped<br />
in <strong>the</strong> harbour of this world for a short<br />
time, is about to depart and I am only<br />
sorry that I have been robbed of a<br />
happy exit.'<br />
After this he said no more but<br />
shut himself up in an inner chamber<br />
of <strong>the</strong> palace and allowed <strong>the</strong> reins of<br />
empire slip from his hands.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> was a custom in those days<br />
involving <strong>the</strong> two folding gates of<br />
war which, fastened by a hundred bars<br />
made of iron, were clo<strong>the</strong>d with<br />
religious awe and <strong>the</strong> terrors of Mars<br />
<strong>the</strong> Cruel. This custom was<br />
considered to be so sacred that it was
later observed by <strong>the</strong> cities of Alba<br />
and is now honoured in Rome, <strong>the</strong><br />
greatest power on earth. The custom<br />
is that when men first stir <strong>the</strong> War<br />
God to battle, whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>ir purpose<br />
is to carry terrible war among <strong>the</strong><br />
Gatae, <strong>the</strong> Hyrcanians, <strong>the</strong> Arabs or to<br />
track <strong>the</strong> Morning Star to its home<br />
and march as far as India, when <strong>the</strong><br />
fa<strong>the</strong>rs finally decide on battle, <strong>the</strong><br />
consul himself, dressed in his most<br />
sacred clo<strong>the</strong>s unbars <strong>the</strong> grating<br />
portals and, with his own voice,<br />
invokes battle. At this <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong><br />
warriors take up <strong>the</strong> cry and, in<br />
unison, <strong>the</strong> massed trumpets blare out<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir assent. Thus it was that <strong>the</strong>n too,<br />
Latinus was urged to open <strong>the</strong> War<br />
God's gates and declare war on <strong>the</strong><br />
family of Anaeas. But <strong>the</strong> honourable<br />
old king recoiled from this request
and, to protect himself from <strong>the</strong><br />
unceasing calls for war, shrouded<br />
himself in an impenetrable gloom.<br />
But when she saw him do this <strong>the</strong><br />
Queen of Heaven flew into a rage<br />
and darted down from <strong>the</strong> sky and<br />
with her own royal hand, she smote<br />
<strong>the</strong> portals and burst <strong>the</strong>ir fastenings.<br />
Flinging open <strong>the</strong> doors she watched<br />
as all of Ausonia, sluggish and slow<br />
till <strong>the</strong>n, blazed up into a fury. Some<br />
began by making <strong>the</strong>ir way to<br />
Latium on foot while o<strong>the</strong>rs stormed<br />
through <strong>the</strong> dust in <strong>the</strong>ir chariots. But<br />
however <strong>the</strong>y came, one and all cried<br />
out for arms. Everyw<strong>here</strong> men were<br />
polishing <strong>the</strong>ir shields or sharpening<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir spears and axes and <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
joy in <strong>the</strong> sight of <strong>the</strong> standard as it<br />
was carried through <strong>the</strong> streets.<br />
Everyone could hear <strong>the</strong> trumpets
aying and in <strong>the</strong> great cities of<br />
Atina <strong>the</strong> mighty, Tiber <strong>the</strong> proud,<br />
Ardea, Crustumium and tower<br />
crowned Antemnae, anvils were put<br />
to work as men made new weapons<br />
or gave new edges to old ones. O<strong>the</strong>r<br />
men made helmets or breastplates<br />
or stretched tin into polished greaves.<br />
All <strong>the</strong> pride of bringing in <strong>the</strong><br />
autumn harvest or of ploughing <strong>the</strong><br />
fields in spring was forgotten as men<br />
prepared for war and while in one<br />
place a man snatched his spear and<br />
shield from a wall of his house, in<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r a man yoked his snorting<br />
steeds to his chariot and in yet<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r a man put on his helmet and<br />
strapped his sword to his side.<br />
As soon as King Turnus had set<br />
up <strong>the</strong> ensign of war on <strong>the</strong> towers of<br />
his city and his horns had sounded
<strong>the</strong>ir harsh note, all of Latium rose<br />
up and <strong>the</strong> warrior bands were<br />
inflamed with <strong>the</strong> madness of war.<br />
The chieftains, Messapus, Ufens and<br />
even Mezentius, who was a scorner<br />
of <strong>the</strong> gods, assumed <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
commands and, mustering help from<br />
all sides, unpeopled <strong>the</strong> fields of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
workers. Venulus was sent with a<br />
message to <strong>the</strong> mighty Diomedes<br />
which begged for help and also<br />
informed him that Anaeas, after<br />
announcing that he was destined to<br />
be <strong>the</strong> king of Latium, was trying to<br />
establish a home for <strong>the</strong> gods of Troy<br />
on <strong>the</strong> banks of <strong>the</strong> River Tiber. It<br />
also told him that many were flocking<br />
to his standard and what, it asked,<br />
would happen if fortune should<br />
favour <strong>the</strong> Trojans? Would <strong>the</strong>y <strong>the</strong>n<br />
make war on <strong>the</strong>ir old enemies?
But as <strong>the</strong> clouds of war were<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>ring in Latium, Anaeas was<br />
tossed about on a sea of cares;<br />
worrying now about this difficulty<br />
and now about that. In one moment<br />
he was throwing <strong>the</strong> full force of his<br />
mind against one problem but finding<br />
that this problem was inextricably<br />
mixed up with o<strong>the</strong>rs, he found himself<br />
forced to search for a deeper<br />
and more far-sighted solution. One<br />
which would encompass as many of<br />
his predicaments as possible with a<br />
single course of action. But when<br />
night fell and <strong>the</strong> animals of <strong>the</strong><br />
forest lay down to sleep, <strong>the</strong> good<br />
king, still deeply troubled by <strong>the</strong><br />
thought of war, stretched himself out<br />
on <strong>the</strong> river bank under <strong>the</strong> starry sky<br />
and at last let Sleep steal over his<br />
weary frame. But as he slept, <strong>the</strong>re
appeared before him, in <strong>the</strong> form of<br />
a human, <strong>the</strong> god of <strong>the</strong> place, Old<br />
Tiber of <strong>the</strong> Flowing Waters, who<br />
relieved his cares by addressing him<br />
thus. 'Offspring of heaven,' said <strong>the</strong><br />
river, 'who is bringing back to Italy<br />
<strong>the</strong> spirit of Troy and preserving <strong>the</strong><br />
Pergamos; you have spent years<br />
searching for Ausonian soil and <strong>the</strong><br />
fields of Latium and now that you<br />
have arrived, you have at last found<br />
your place of rest. Here, and doubt it<br />
not, <strong>the</strong>re is a permanent home for<br />
your gods and your people, so don't<br />
be discouraged by <strong>the</strong> threat of war<br />
because <strong>the</strong> gods on Olympus are on<br />
your side. Even now, so that you may<br />
not think of <strong>the</strong>se words as just <strong>the</strong><br />
idle coinage of restful sleep, under an<br />
oak tree on my bank <strong>the</strong>re is an<br />
enormous swine lying with a litter of
thirty new born babes; white herself<br />
throughout her lazy length and her<br />
children round her breasts as white as<br />
she. This is a sign to let you know that<br />
when thirty years have made <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
circuit, Ascanius will establish a city<br />
known by <strong>the</strong> illustrious name of<br />
White. But if you will grant me<br />
your attention, I will now tell you<br />
how to overcome your present<br />
difficulties. On my banks, upstream,<br />
live <strong>the</strong> Arcadians, a people who<br />
were nurtured by Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne<br />
herself and who have followed King<br />
Evander and his banner. They have<br />
built a city in <strong>the</strong> hills and have<br />
given it <strong>the</strong> name Pallanteum. These<br />
people are forever engaged in war<br />
with <strong>the</strong>ir Rutulian neighbour and so<br />
you must ask <strong>the</strong>m to join your camp<br />
as allies. I myself will guide you
etween my banks so that as you<br />
journey upstream, your oars may<br />
surmount all my adverse currents. Up<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, goddess-born and before <strong>the</strong><br />
stars have set, offer a prayer to<br />
Juno and calm both her anger and<br />
her menace with suppliant vows and<br />
offerings. But, when you have done<br />
that, you must pay your worship to<br />
me for I am he whom you see <strong>here</strong><br />
beside you with brimming waters<br />
which thread <strong>the</strong>ir way through <strong>the</strong><br />
richest of lands. I am Tiber. The<br />
river <strong>the</strong> gods love best.'<br />
Having said this <strong>the</strong> river god<br />
plunged back into his flowing waters<br />
and Sleep immediately fled from<br />
Anaeas who, with his eyes fixed on<br />
<strong>the</strong> saffron hint of coming dawn, rose<br />
and after ga<strong>the</strong>ring water from <strong>the</strong><br />
river in <strong>the</strong> hollow of his hands,
poured out prayers to heaven.<br />
'Laurentian nymphs,' he said, 'from<br />
whom <strong>the</strong> rivers derive <strong>the</strong>ir birth,<br />
and you, Fa<strong>the</strong>r Tiber, with thy<br />
hallowed flood, take me, Anaeas, to<br />
your bosom and relieve me of my<br />
perils, Be with me always and confirm<br />
your promise with heavenly tokens.'<br />
So saying he drank <strong>the</strong> water in<br />
his hands and rose from <strong>the</strong> water's<br />
edge. After also offering a sacrifice to<br />
Juno, he chose two of <strong>the</strong> smaller<br />
ships from his fleet and, after arming<br />
his best rowers, he ordered <strong>the</strong>m to<br />
take <strong>the</strong>ir places on <strong>the</strong> benches.<br />
Some time later, after <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
had cast off and had been making <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way upstream for a while, a sudden<br />
portent, marvellous to see and<br />
stretched out in milk white along <strong>the</strong><br />
grassy bank and with her litter of <strong>the</strong>
same colour as she, was an enormous<br />
swine. When he saw it Anaeas<br />
immediately altered course and made<br />
for <strong>the</strong> bank and <strong>the</strong>re he set up an<br />
altar on which he sacrificed both <strong>the</strong><br />
swine and her litter of thirty babes to<br />
mighty Juno.<br />
When due reverence had been<br />
paid to <strong>the</strong> Queen of Heaven he<br />
ordered his men back to <strong>the</strong> ships and<br />
continued on his way upstream. As<br />
<strong>the</strong>y surmounted <strong>the</strong> long meanders<br />
of <strong>the</strong> river, none could fail to marvel<br />
at <strong>the</strong> richness of <strong>the</strong> land through<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y were passing and for <strong>the</strong><br />
whole day and <strong>the</strong> following night,<br />
Tiber smoo<strong>the</strong>d his brimming waters<br />
and eased <strong>the</strong> passage of <strong>the</strong> ships.<br />
But on <strong>the</strong> morning of <strong>the</strong> next day,<br />
far off in <strong>the</strong> distance, all could see<br />
<strong>the</strong> gleam of polished bronze
winking at <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong> sunlight.<br />
Heartened by <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>the</strong> rowers laid<br />
on <strong>the</strong>ir oars with a will and when<br />
<strong>the</strong> sun had climbed into <strong>the</strong> centre<br />
of <strong>the</strong> sky, <strong>the</strong>y rounded a bend in<br />
<strong>the</strong> river and saw a citadel and <strong>the</strong><br />
roofs of a straggling habitation before<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. This was <strong>the</strong> place which <strong>the</strong><br />
powers of Rome have since made<br />
to mate with <strong>the</strong> skies, but in those<br />
days it was but King Evander's poor<br />
domain.<br />
It happened that on <strong>the</strong> day of<br />
Anaeas' arrival, <strong>the</strong> Arcadian monarch<br />
was performing a yearly sacrifice in<br />
a leafy grove outside his city.<br />
Toge<strong>the</strong>r with his son Pallas, <strong>the</strong> pick<br />
of his warriors and his unambitious<br />
senate, he was offering incense to <strong>the</strong><br />
heavenly bro<strong>the</strong>rhood and<br />
Amphitryon's mighty child. The
newly shed blood had just begun to<br />
stream down <strong>the</strong> altar when one of <strong>the</strong><br />
senate looked up and saw <strong>the</strong> two<br />
ships gliding towards <strong>the</strong> city through<br />
<strong>the</strong> shadowy trees and plying <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
oars in silence. All were alarmed by<br />
his shout and, when <strong>the</strong>y saw <strong>the</strong><br />
reason for his cry, <strong>the</strong>y started up<br />
from <strong>the</strong> sacrificial table. But Pallas,<br />
bolder than <strong>the</strong> rest, told <strong>the</strong>m not<br />
interrupt <strong>the</strong>ir sacred observance. He<br />
could see <strong>the</strong> ships were crewed by<br />
warriors and so picking up a bronze<br />
headed spear, he called on <strong>the</strong><br />
warriors to follow him and toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>the</strong>y raced down to <strong>the</strong> river bank to<br />
meet <strong>the</strong> strangers. 'Warriors!' He<br />
called as <strong>the</strong> ships approached. 'What<br />
cause has led you to venture <strong>here</strong>?<br />
Whi<strong>the</strong>r are you bound? Who is<br />
your family and what is your nation?
Is it peace you bring or war?'<br />
Anaeas, who was standing on <strong>the</strong><br />
prow of <strong>the</strong> leading vessel and<br />
holding in his hand a branch of<br />
peaceful olive replied. 'We are<br />
Trojans and <strong>the</strong> weapons you see<br />
mean hostility to <strong>the</strong> Latins who are<br />
driving us from <strong>the</strong>ir land with<br />
tyrannous war. Our errand is to King<br />
Evander. Take back our message<br />
and say that chosen chiefs of Dardany<br />
are at his gate and in search of an<br />
armed alliance.'<br />
The mighty name of Dardany<br />
struck awe into Pallas and so he<br />
cried. 'Disembark, whoever you are.<br />
You must speak to my fa<strong>the</strong>r in<br />
person.'<br />
So saying he held out his hand<br />
to Anaeas and clung to <strong>the</strong> one he<br />
received in return. Then Pallas with
Anaeas and a few of his men left <strong>the</strong><br />
river behind and went up to <strong>the</strong> grove<br />
w<strong>here</strong> Evander was honouring <strong>the</strong><br />
gods. When brought before <strong>the</strong> king by<br />
Pallas, Anaeas addressed him in<br />
friendly tones. 'Best of <strong>the</strong> sons of<br />
Argos, to whom it has pleased<br />
Fortune that I should make my prayer<br />
and stretch out <strong>the</strong> boughs of peace.<br />
I did not fear that you were a Danaan<br />
leader or an Arcadian who was allied<br />
by lineage with King Agamenmon<br />
and his bro<strong>the</strong>r. Instead I felt our<br />
meeting was willed by <strong>the</strong> gods and<br />
that our destinies are linked.<br />
Dardanos, who was <strong>the</strong> first fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
and founder of Troy, was born, as<br />
Argives tell, of Electra <strong>the</strong> daughter<br />
of Atlas, who bears upon his<br />
shoulders <strong>the</strong> sp<strong>here</strong>s of heaven.
Your progenitor was Mercury who<br />
was born to <strong>the</strong> beautiful Maia on<br />
<strong>the</strong> summit of Cyllene. But Maia, if<br />
tradition is to be believed, is also a<br />
child of Atlas and that means our two<br />
races come from one and <strong>the</strong> same<br />
stock. Trusting to this I sent no<br />
embassy and nor did I contrive my<br />
first approaches to you by accepted<br />
rule and method. In my own person<br />
I have come to your city gates as a<br />
suppliant because <strong>the</strong> same tribe<br />
which persecutes you is now<br />
persecuting us with cruel war and<br />
should <strong>the</strong>y drive us away, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
foresee nought to prevent <strong>the</strong>m from<br />
subduing all Hesperia and mastering<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea on both sides of <strong>the</strong> peninsula.<br />
Take our friendship <strong>the</strong>n and give us<br />
yours for on our side are hearts<br />
which are valiant in war and our
gallant youth has been proved by<br />
years of hardship.'<br />
As Anaeas had been speaking<br />
King Evander had allowed his eyes to<br />
scan <strong>the</strong> speakers countenance and<br />
surveying his whole frame.<br />
'With what joy, bravest of<br />
Dardanians,' he answered, 'do I<br />
welcome and acknowledge you! How<br />
well I recall <strong>the</strong> voice and look of <strong>the</strong><br />
great Anchises; your fa<strong>the</strong>r. I<br />
remember how King Priam, son of<br />
Laomedon, when journeying to<br />
Salamis to see <strong>the</strong> kingdom of his<br />
sister Hesione, visited my parents on<br />
<strong>the</strong> chill frontier of Arcadia. In those<br />
days <strong>the</strong> first bloom of youth was<br />
clothing my cheeks and I could not<br />
help but admire Laomedon's royal<br />
son. But <strong>the</strong> carriage of Anchises<br />
struck me as being nobler than that of
King Priam and my mind was kindled<br />
with a youth's desire to speak to one<br />
so great, and also exchange <strong>the</strong><br />
grasping of hands. I made my<br />
approach and later, when he had<br />
honoured me with his attention and<br />
his hand, I conducted him around <strong>the</strong><br />
walls of Pheneus. When we parted<br />
he gave me a beautiful quiver filled<br />
with Lykian arrows, a bright scarf<br />
embroidered with threads of gold and<br />
two bridles with golden bits; all of<br />
which are now owned by my son<br />
Pallas. So now I plight you <strong>here</strong>with<br />
<strong>the</strong> hand you ask and as soon as<br />
tomorrow's light shall restore to <strong>the</strong><br />
earth its blessing, I will send you<br />
back rejoicing with more warriors<br />
than you brought and also reinforced<br />
with stores. Meanwhile, since you<br />
have arrived <strong>here</strong> as friends, join us
now in solemnising this, our yearly<br />
celebration, which it would be a sin to<br />
postpone and also accustom<br />
yourselves to <strong>the</strong> hospitality of your<br />
new allies.'<br />
This said he led <strong>the</strong> Trojan<br />
warriors to seats near <strong>the</strong> alter and<br />
bestowed a special honour on Anaeas<br />
by seating him on a throne of maple<br />
wood and also giving him a heaped<br />
cushion made from a shaggy lion's<br />
hide. Then, after <strong>the</strong> king had sent<br />
for <strong>the</strong> remainder of <strong>the</strong> men on <strong>the</strong><br />
ships, <strong>the</strong> chosen youths and priests<br />
of <strong>the</strong> sacrifice brought in <strong>the</strong> roasted<br />
carcasses of bulls and heifers along<br />
with plenty of wine and baskets piled<br />
high with freshly baked bread. The<br />
king <strong>the</strong>n honoured Anaeas and his<br />
Trojan warriors once more by offering<br />
<strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> bull's long chine and its
sacrificial entrails.<br />
When all had had <strong>the</strong>ir fill, King<br />
Evander turned to Anaeas. 'Don't<br />
think that we have forgotten <strong>the</strong> gods<br />
of old,' he said quietly, 'and that<br />
<strong>the</strong>se solemnities and ritual feastings<br />
have been riveted on us by idle<br />
superstition. No, guests from Troy, it<br />
was deliverance from cruel terror<br />
which causes us to make sacrifices<br />
and give worship w<strong>here</strong> worship is<br />
due. If you cast your eyes on those<br />
great rocks over <strong>the</strong>re and note how<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are flung hi<strong>the</strong>r and thi<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
also how desolate and exposed <strong>the</strong><br />
recess in <strong>the</strong> mountainside looks, let<br />
me tell you that <strong>the</strong> recess was once<br />
a cave of great depth and was<br />
inhabited by <strong>the</strong> terrible Cacus who<br />
was half man and half brute. The<br />
sun's rays could never pierce his
gloomy cave and <strong>the</strong> ground around<br />
<strong>the</strong> entrance was always steaming<br />
with <strong>the</strong> fresh carnage of whatever he<br />
had killed. In <strong>the</strong> entrance, to scare<br />
us away, he hung dead human forms<br />
which he had splashed with blood and<br />
hideous gore. This monster's fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
was Vulcan and murky were <strong>the</strong> fires<br />
which he disgorged from his mouth<br />
as he strode through <strong>the</strong> mountains<br />
and terrified us all. But he was so<br />
large and fearsome <strong>the</strong>re was nothing<br />
any of us could do to end his killing<br />
sprees. However, eventually a divine<br />
helper arrived in <strong>the</strong> form of Alkides,<br />
<strong>the</strong> mightiest of avengers who had<br />
slaughtered <strong>the</strong> triple Geryon and was<br />
driving along this road as a<br />
conqueror. His wagon was pulled by<br />
giant oxen and his cattle followed<br />
contentedly behind. But Cacus,
infatuated by a fiendish frenzy, could<br />
not leave a crime untried and so one<br />
night he carried off four bulls of<br />
goodly form and also four heifers<br />
of surpassing beauty. Also, so that<br />
<strong>the</strong>y might leave no trace of w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>y had gone he picked each one up<br />
and carried it to his cave. Thus anyone<br />
who searched for <strong>the</strong> missing cattle<br />
could find no trace of it. However,<br />
when Amphitryon's son was at last<br />
removing his feasted herds from <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
stalls and preparing to leave our<br />
country, <strong>the</strong> oxen gave a farewell<br />
low which filled <strong>the</strong> whole woodland<br />
and reverberated from <strong>the</strong> hills<br />
around. One of <strong>the</strong> heifers held<br />
prisoner in <strong>the</strong> cave heard <strong>the</strong> sound<br />
and returned it and, as at that moment<br />
<strong>the</strong> door of <strong>the</strong> cave happened to be<br />
open, her jealous captor could no
longer conceal her presence. At this<br />
Alkides' wrath blazed up from <strong>the</strong><br />
blackest part of his heart and<br />
snatching up his great club, he made<br />
at full speed for <strong>the</strong> mountains's<br />
height. But when <strong>the</strong> giant Cacus saw<br />
Alkides approaching in all his fury,<br />
his limbs began to tremble and his<br />
eyes quailed and, as fear put wings<br />
upon his feet, he flew swifter than <strong>the</strong><br />
wind as he sought <strong>the</strong> safety of his<br />
den. But scarce had he let down <strong>the</strong><br />
huge stone which barred <strong>the</strong> entrance<br />
and shut himself in when lo! <strong>the</strong> son<br />
of Amphitryon was <strong>the</strong>re in his fury<br />
and looking hi<strong>the</strong>r and thi<strong>the</strong>r as he<br />
searched for a way in; all <strong>the</strong> time<br />
growling like an animal and gnashing<br />
his teeth in anger. Three times he<br />
tried to open <strong>the</strong> stony portal but three<br />
times <strong>the</strong> effort proved too much for
him and, in his despair, he sat down<br />
in <strong>the</strong> hollow and looked around him.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> mountainside over <strong>the</strong> mouth<br />
of <strong>the</strong> den was a great, rounded rock<br />
and Alkides realized that if this could<br />
be moved, it would almost certainly<br />
expose <strong>the</strong> cave beneath. So,<br />
setting to work and calling on all of<br />
us for help, he built a framework of<br />
wood to give him leverage and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
with a great pole and <strong>the</strong> help of our<br />
strongest men, he rolled <strong>the</strong> rock<br />
from its position and sent it crashing<br />
down <strong>the</strong> mountainside and into <strong>the</strong><br />
river with a roar which shook heaven<br />
itself. As Alkides had guessed, <strong>the</strong><br />
vast halls of Cacus' den were<br />
unroofed and <strong>the</strong> dark recesses were<br />
opened to <strong>the</strong> rays of <strong>the</strong> sun which<br />
lightened up <strong>the</strong> ghastly gloom and<br />
exposed <strong>the</strong> realms of filth. Surprised
y this burst of light Cacus stared up<br />
and gave a strange and hideous roar<br />
while Alkides, from above, showered<br />
down his darts and whatever rocks<br />
he could lay his hands on. However,<br />
Caucus, seeing that <strong>the</strong>re was no hope<br />
of flight, decided to remain in his den<br />
and plunged <strong>the</strong> whole cave into<br />
darkness by vomiting huge volumes<br />
of black smoke from his throat. This<br />
blotted out all hope Alkides had of<br />
seeing w<strong>here</strong> his cattle had been<br />
hidden, but such was his rage that he<br />
jumped into <strong>the</strong> cave and ran to w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> smoke was thickest. Then coming<br />
up behind Cacus he wrapped his arms<br />
around <strong>the</strong> beast's throat and squeezed<br />
until Cacus choked and could no<br />
longer vomit smoke. Cacus, in his<br />
pride, initially made <strong>the</strong> mistake of<br />
trying to remove Alkides from his
ack and throw him to <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
but no matter how often he tried, he<br />
was unable to get a good grip on<br />
his attacker's body. Eventually,<br />
when he realized he would not be<br />
able to dislodge his attacker, he had<br />
become so weakened by <strong>the</strong> lack of<br />
air that when he tried to use his great<br />
arms and superior strength to remove<br />
<strong>the</strong> arms of Alkides from his throat,<br />
a matter which should have been easy<br />
for him, he was too exhausted and so<br />
could not unlock <strong>the</strong> powerful arms<br />
which encircled his neck. As Alkides<br />
continued squeezing, <strong>the</strong> lack of air<br />
slowly robbed Cacus of <strong>the</strong> power to<br />
think and he eventually fell to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground with a crash. But Alkides held<br />
on and refused to let go of <strong>the</strong> neck<br />
until he was certain that Cacus was<br />
dead. When <strong>the</strong>re could be no doubt
that <strong>the</strong> beast was dead, Alkides<br />
slowly released his grip and as <strong>the</strong><br />
fresh wind had cleared <strong>the</strong> smoke<br />
from <strong>the</strong> den, he was able to see his<br />
plundered oxen and heifers and all<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r spoils <strong>the</strong> beast had stolen<br />
during his reign of terror. Then,<br />
after bringing his cattle out into <strong>the</strong><br />
light he grabbed <strong>the</strong> hideous carcass<br />
of <strong>the</strong> giant by its heels and with <strong>the</strong><br />
help of some of our strongest men,<br />
dragged it from <strong>the</strong> den. Those of<br />
us who stood around watching were<br />
treated to a sight of that dreadful,<br />
though lifeless form which had<br />
terrified us for so long. Since <strong>the</strong>n, in<br />
grateful acknowledgment of <strong>the</strong><br />
service rendered to us, we have<br />
joyfully observed <strong>the</strong> anniversary of<br />
that day; foremost among us Potitius,<br />
founder of both <strong>the</strong> ceremony and <strong>the</strong>
Pinarian house and also priest of <strong>the</strong><br />
temple of Herakles. He himself set<br />
up <strong>the</strong> altar in this grove which shall<br />
forever be named by us as <strong>the</strong> most<br />
important.'<br />
The king paused for a moment<br />
and looked happily at <strong>the</strong> great stones<br />
which littered <strong>the</strong> ground w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
mouth of <strong>the</strong> cave had once been. 'But<br />
come, warriors of Troy,' he continued,<br />
'and in honour of aid so divine,<br />
wreath your head with leaves and<br />
hold in your hands brimming cups of<br />
wine so you can invoke our common<br />
deity and pour out libations with a<br />
glad heart.'<br />
As he finished he gave a golden<br />
cup of wine to Anaeas and ordered<br />
<strong>the</strong> youths to make sure all cups were<br />
filled. He <strong>the</strong>n led <strong>the</strong> group in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
prayers and made libations to both
heaven and Alkides.<br />
As darkness began to fall <strong>the</strong><br />
priests and <strong>the</strong>ir chief, Potitius came<br />
up from <strong>the</strong> city in a procession<br />
wearing <strong>the</strong>ir ritual animal skins and<br />
bearing torches in <strong>the</strong>ir hands.<br />
Reaching <strong>the</strong> altar <strong>the</strong>y renewed <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
solemn oaths and piled it with fresh<br />
food and incense. After <strong>the</strong>m came <strong>the</strong><br />
Salii with <strong>the</strong>ir heads wrea<strong>the</strong>d with<br />
boughs of poplar and with <strong>the</strong>m came<br />
a company of youths and ano<strong>the</strong>r of<br />
old men who began to extol in song<br />
<strong>the</strong> glories and deeds of Herakles and<br />
how, in his cradle, by <strong>the</strong> pressure<br />
of his little hand, he had strangled <strong>the</strong><br />
two serpents which were his<br />
stepmo<strong>the</strong>r's monstrous messengers<br />
and also how, in later years, that same<br />
hand had dashed mighty cites such as<br />
Troy and Oechalia to <strong>the</strong> ground.
They also sang of how, as a result of<br />
vindictive Juno's hatred, Herakles<br />
had endured those many heavy<br />
labours while a slave to king<br />
Eurys<strong>the</strong>us and how later, as an<br />
unconquered hero, he had slain <strong>the</strong><br />
two formed children of <strong>the</strong> cloud;<br />
Hylaeus and Pholus and also <strong>the</strong><br />
enormous lion which dwelt beneath<br />
Nemea's rock. More songs told of<br />
how he never quailed at anything in<br />
bodily shape; not even at <strong>the</strong><br />
towering Typhoeus himself and<br />
nei<strong>the</strong>r did his reason desert him when<br />
Lerna's many headed serpent coiled<br />
its great body around him, <strong>the</strong><br />
offspring of Zeus, and tried to squeeze<br />
him to death. With such words <strong>the</strong><br />
songs commemorated Herakles and<br />
<strong>the</strong> singers continued <strong>the</strong> ceremony<br />
with a song about Alkides and his
fight with <strong>the</strong> Cacus; <strong>the</strong> monster of<br />
<strong>the</strong> cave who had brea<strong>the</strong>d fire and<br />
smoke from his lungs. As evening<br />
stretched into night and <strong>the</strong> brightness<br />
of <strong>the</strong> stars replaced <strong>the</strong> fading light<br />
of <strong>the</strong> sun, <strong>the</strong> entire grove echoed<br />
with <strong>the</strong> voices of <strong>the</strong> singers and all<br />
who listened were spellbound by <strong>the</strong><br />
beauty of <strong>the</strong> voices and <strong>the</strong> memories<br />
embedded in <strong>the</strong> songs.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> sacrifice and chanting<br />
were finally over, <strong>the</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>ring<br />
broke up and everyone began making<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir way back to <strong>the</strong> city. However,<br />
<strong>the</strong> old king, mossed over with years,<br />
kept Anaeas by his side and toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>the</strong>y discussed a wide variety of<br />
issues. Anaeas was fascinated by<br />
everything <strong>the</strong> old man had to say<br />
and, in his eagerness to find out<br />
more about <strong>the</strong> men of old, he could
not stop <strong>the</strong> questions pouring from<br />
his lips. Then <strong>the</strong> first builder of<br />
Rome's tower crowned hill said. 'This<br />
area was first inhabited by native<br />
Fauns and Nymphs and also by a race<br />
of men who sprang from <strong>the</strong> trunks<br />
of oak trees. They had no laws or<br />
culture and never learned to yoke an<br />
ox, ga<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> harvest or husband<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir reserves. They survived solely<br />
by hunting and picking fruit from <strong>the</strong><br />
trees. The first change came from<br />
Saturn, <strong>the</strong> god known to you as<br />
Kronos, who arrived as an exile after<br />
he had been cast from Olympus by<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Jove, <strong>the</strong> god you know as<br />
Zeus. He immediately ga<strong>the</strong>red <strong>the</strong><br />
people, untamed and scattered over<br />
mountain heights though <strong>the</strong>y were,<br />
and gave <strong>the</strong>m laws to live by. He<br />
also chose <strong>the</strong> name of Latium for <strong>the</strong>
country because he had found it a safe<br />
hiding place. The legend is that this<br />
was a golden age because his rule<br />
over <strong>the</strong> people was calm and<br />
peaceful but, when Jove finally<br />
managed to imprison Saturn in <strong>the</strong><br />
depths of Tartaros, <strong>the</strong>re gradually<br />
crept in a race of people who were<br />
of coarser grain and duller hue and<br />
who were also obsessed by greed and<br />
<strong>the</strong> frenzy of war. These immigrants,<br />
because <strong>the</strong>y were so many and had<br />
so many children, gradually tore <strong>the</strong><br />
structure of <strong>the</strong> that great society<br />
apart and everyone went back to<br />
living in little groups and surviving<br />
as basic hunter ga<strong>the</strong>rs. But <strong>the</strong>n<br />
came <strong>the</strong> Ausonian and Sicanian<br />
tribes and, as a result of <strong>the</strong> endless<br />
wars, king followed king and <strong>the</strong><br />
land changed its name many times.
T<strong>here</strong> was one king, Thybris, who<br />
was a terrible savage and reigned for<br />
a long time and it is from him that <strong>the</strong><br />
River Tiber got its name, though <strong>the</strong><br />
au<strong>the</strong>ntic name of ancient Albula has<br />
been lost to us. I myself, after<br />
voyaging to <strong>the</strong> ends of <strong>the</strong> sea, was<br />
planted <strong>here</strong> by destiny and <strong>the</strong> divine<br />
will of Apollo.'<br />
Here <strong>the</strong> king stopped talking<br />
for a while and as <strong>the</strong> two men walked<br />
along side by side, he pointed out<br />
<strong>the</strong> altar and gate which was <strong>the</strong><br />
Arcadians' ancient tribute to both <strong>the</strong><br />
nymph Carmentis and <strong>the</strong> seer who<br />
had first told of <strong>the</strong> greatness which<br />
would follow <strong>the</strong> arrival of a foreign<br />
king. However, before <strong>the</strong>y reached<br />
<strong>the</strong> city <strong>the</strong> old king took Anaeas to<br />
<strong>the</strong> Tarpeian temple which, although<br />
now gay with gold, was <strong>the</strong>n rough
with untrimmed brushwood. But even<br />
in that day <strong>the</strong> sacred terrors of <strong>the</strong><br />
place terrified <strong>the</strong> rustics and <strong>the</strong>y<br />
shuddered at its darkness. 'This dark<br />
wood,' said <strong>the</strong> old king, 'and that hill<br />
behind it with its shaggy brow is <strong>the</strong><br />
home of a god we do not know. My<br />
Arcadians believe that almighty<br />
Jove himself, when he wants to call<br />
up a storm, often comes <strong>here</strong> with<br />
his thunderbolts and shadowy aegis.<br />
Here, too, in <strong>the</strong> daylight, you can see<br />
<strong>the</strong> ruins of two towns from long ago.<br />
They are relics of a bygone age and<br />
one of <strong>the</strong> towers whose stones lie<br />
scattered and stretched out on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground was named Janiculum and<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r Saturnia; so it is believed<br />
that one was built by fa<strong>the</strong>r Hanus<br />
and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r by Saturn himself;<br />
Jove's fa<strong>the</strong>r.'
After this <strong>the</strong> two men made <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way through <strong>the</strong> city gates and came<br />
to <strong>the</strong> humble palace in which<br />
Evander dwelt and, even in <strong>the</strong><br />
shadowy light of <strong>the</strong> stars, Anaeas<br />
could see <strong>the</strong> shabby state of <strong>the</strong><br />
building and <strong>the</strong> dim shapes of cattle<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y moved about <strong>the</strong> courtyard.<br />
But before entering <strong>the</strong> palace <strong>the</strong><br />
old king stopped. 'After he killed <strong>the</strong><br />
terrible Cacus,' he said, '<strong>the</strong> great<br />
Alkides stooped to enter this lowly<br />
home of mine and so nerve yourself,<br />
my guest, to look down on riches and<br />
humble your soul; for even Alkides<br />
did not disdain my dwelling or look<br />
down on my poverty.' So saying he<br />
led Anaeas through <strong>the</strong> narrow<br />
doorway and laid him to rest on a bed<br />
of dry leaves over which he placed <strong>the</strong><br />
skin of a Libyan bear.
But as <strong>the</strong> dead of night<br />
engulfed all in sleep, on Mount<br />
Olympus, Venus, distracted by a<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r's cares and disturbed by <strong>the</strong><br />
menaces of <strong>the</strong> Laurentines and <strong>the</strong><br />
violence of <strong>the</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>ring storm,<br />
addressed Vulcan in <strong>the</strong> privacy of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir nuptial chamber. She began by<br />
putting into her voice all <strong>the</strong> tones of<br />
love she knew <strong>the</strong> god would<br />
respond to and said: 'In <strong>the</strong> old days<br />
of war, while <strong>the</strong> Argive kings were<br />
desolating Troy and knocking <strong>the</strong><br />
Pergamos to <strong>the</strong> ground, <strong>the</strong>re was no<br />
help for <strong>the</strong> suffers and I did not ask<br />
you to make arms for my son. No, my<br />
dearest lord, I chose not to task you<br />
and your efforts to a hopeless task;<br />
large though my debts to <strong>the</strong> people<br />
of Troy were and many <strong>the</strong> tears<br />
which I shed for <strong>the</strong> cruel agonies
<strong>the</strong>y suffered. But now, by Jove's<br />
command, my son has set his foot on<br />
Ausonian soil and so with <strong>the</strong> past in<br />
my mind, I bow before him whom I<br />
honour most and ask that he makes<br />
armour for my son. The daughter of<br />
Nereus and <strong>the</strong> spouse of Tithonus<br />
both found you accessible to tears and<br />
so I beg you to look and see <strong>the</strong><br />
nations which are mustering <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
men and <strong>the</strong> cities which are closing<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir gates to my son and levelling<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir spears against him.'<br />
The speech ended, <strong>the</strong> beautiful<br />
goddess lovingly embraced her<br />
undecided lord with her snowy arms.<br />
In but a few moments she saw <strong>the</strong><br />
triumph of her art and felt what<br />
beauty could do because suddenly<br />
Vulcan caught <strong>the</strong> fire of her love and<br />
a well known heat shot through his
vitals and threaded its way through<br />
his whole frame. Then <strong>the</strong> lame god,<br />
subdued by everlasting love, spoke:<br />
'Why fetch your excuses from so far?<br />
What has happened, my queen, to<br />
your old belief in me? Had you <strong>the</strong>n<br />
been as anxious, even if destiny did<br />
not wish Troy to stand and King<br />
Priam to reign for ten more years, I<br />
would have made arms for your son<br />
which were stronger and more deadly<br />
than those I made for Achilles. But<br />
now, war is in <strong>the</strong> offing, I promise<br />
that what weapons I can make, I will.'<br />
This said he gave her <strong>the</strong> embrace<br />
she longed for and, laying his head on<br />
her bosom, wooed <strong>the</strong> calm of her<br />
every limb.<br />
Next morning, as soon as rest had<br />
driven sleep from his brow <strong>the</strong> Lord<br />
of Fire rose from his couch of down
to <strong>the</strong> toils of an artisan. Leaving high<br />
Olympus he flew to his island hard by<br />
<strong>the</strong> Sicanian coast and Aeolian Lipari<br />
and which was capped by a fiery<br />
mountain beneath which lay a great<br />
cavern; <strong>the</strong> den of Aetna, which had<br />
been blasted out by his servants, giant<br />
Cyclops who had been cowed into<br />
obedience and were now forging<br />
items of all kinds. When <strong>the</strong> god<br />
arrived <strong>the</strong> sound of mighty bellows<br />
echoed throughout <strong>the</strong> cavern and<br />
within this roar could be heard <strong>the</strong><br />
crash of hammers as <strong>the</strong>y beat <strong>the</strong><br />
bronze into shape. In <strong>the</strong> hands of two<br />
was <strong>the</strong> cast of a thunder bolt; one<br />
of those which <strong>the</strong> Great Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
showers down on earth from all<br />
quarters of heaven. It had been<br />
polished but was not yet ready for<br />
use as it still had to be blended to
its terrible fire. In ano<strong>the</strong>r part of <strong>the</strong><br />
cavern a chariot was being built for<br />
Mars; <strong>the</strong> style and golden gleam of<br />
which was designed to affect <strong>the</strong> mind<br />
and so rouse warriors and even<br />
whole cities to <strong>the</strong> madness of war. In<br />
yet ano<strong>the</strong>r part a group was making<br />
an aegis similar to <strong>the</strong> one carried by<br />
angry Pallas; with hissing snakes<br />
wrea<strong>the</strong>d toge<strong>the</strong>r under <strong>the</strong> face of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Gorgon herself; her eyes rolling<br />
and her severed neck dripping blood<br />
which was being drunk by snakes<br />
below. 'Away with all this!' Cried<br />
<strong>the</strong> god when he arrived, 'Take your<br />
unfinished tasks elsew<strong>here</strong> and give<br />
your attention to me. Arms are<br />
needed for a fiery warrior and so now<br />
is <strong>the</strong> time to show what you are<br />
capable of. So throw away your<br />
sloth and turn delay into despatch.'
He said no more but with a speed<br />
that defied <strong>the</strong>ir great bulk, <strong>the</strong><br />
Cyclops put <strong>the</strong>ir shoulders to <strong>the</strong><br />
work. Copper and gold flowed in<br />
streams and bronze which knows how<br />
to wound was melted in <strong>the</strong> huge<br />
furnace. Then <strong>the</strong>y set up <strong>the</strong> outline<br />
of a mighty shield which was<br />
designed to withstand all Latian<br />
weapons. As <strong>the</strong> work progressed<br />
some operated <strong>the</strong> great bellows<br />
which took in air and before giving<br />
it out with a great roar while o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />
dipped <strong>the</strong> hissing copper into <strong>the</strong><br />
lake. The cave reverberated with <strong>the</strong><br />
sound of <strong>the</strong> work and all around <strong>the</strong><br />
giants were gripping white hot pieces<br />
of ore in <strong>the</strong>ir tongs and hurling it to<br />
w<strong>here</strong> it was needed and <strong>the</strong>re<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r caught it neatly with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
tongs before placing it on an anvil
and beating it into shape.<br />
But while Vulcan was making<br />
armour for Anaeas, Evander was<br />
roused from his sleep by <strong>the</strong> genial<br />
light of <strong>the</strong> dawn and <strong>the</strong> chirping<br />
of birds in <strong>the</strong> trees outside. The old<br />
man rose and, after drawing a tunic<br />
over his bony frame, bound some<br />
Tyrrhenian sandals to his feet and<br />
slung a sword from Tegea over his<br />
shoulder. Over this he placed a<br />
spotted pan<strong>the</strong>r's hide which hung to<br />
his left and, as he made his way to<br />
<strong>the</strong> room of his guest, he was<br />
attended by two large dogs. Arriving<br />
he found Anaeas already astir and<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r, after collecting Pallas and<br />
Achates from <strong>the</strong>ir rooms, <strong>the</strong> four<br />
men went out to a private part of<br />
<strong>the</strong> yard w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y could at last<br />
enjoy <strong>the</strong> privilege of serious talk.
'Mightiest leader of <strong>the</strong> Dardans,'<br />
<strong>the</strong> old king began, 'whom, while<br />
heaven preserves I shall never<br />
admit that Troy was vanquished or<br />
her realm overturned. We ourselves<br />
have but small means of martial aid<br />
to back our great name because<br />
although we are bounded on one side<br />
by <strong>the</strong> Tuscan river, on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r we<br />
are beleaguered by <strong>the</strong> Rutulians of<br />
King Turnus who frequently attack<br />
our city and so keep us poor. But I<br />
am king of a mighty nation with an<br />
imperial heritage and am ready to<br />
unite with you. It was, you should<br />
know, at <strong>the</strong> summons of Destiny that<br />
you came <strong>here</strong> because not far away<br />
is <strong>the</strong> city of Agylla which is built of<br />
ancient stone and is w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> old<br />
Lydian nations, who are renowned<br />
in war, took <strong>the</strong>ir place on <strong>the</strong>
Etruscan mountains. However, after<br />
many long and prosperous years <strong>the</strong><br />
city's throne was occupied by a new<br />
king who ruled by terror and <strong>the</strong><br />
sword. I don't have <strong>the</strong> time to<br />
recount <strong>the</strong> despot's dreadful murders<br />
and all his savage deeds, but may <strong>the</strong><br />
gods keep <strong>the</strong>m in mind and bring<br />
<strong>the</strong>m back on his own head and also<br />
his family's. Nay! So inventive was<br />
he in his lust for torture that he<br />
sometimes even linked toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong><br />
dead and <strong>the</strong> living, binding hand to<br />
hand so that face was next to face so<br />
that, in <strong>the</strong> slime and poison of a<br />
sickening embrace, <strong>the</strong> victim would<br />
die a lingering death. However,<br />
wearied by this oppression, his<br />
subjects finally took up arms and<br />
besieged <strong>the</strong> monster in his palace.<br />
They slew his retainers and burnt
<strong>the</strong> palace, but amid <strong>the</strong> carnage<br />
King Mezentius himself managed to<br />
escape to Rutulian territory and <strong>the</strong>re<br />
he was given shelter by King Turnus.<br />
So all Etruria has now risen up in<br />
righteous wrath and, at <strong>the</strong> point of <strong>the</strong><br />
spear, <strong>the</strong>y are demanding <strong>the</strong> king<br />
be surrendered to <strong>the</strong>ir vengeance.<br />
Of <strong>the</strong>se thousands, Anaeas, I will<br />
make you a chief. Their ships are<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>ring on <strong>the</strong> coast and all are<br />
calling for <strong>the</strong> trumpet to sound. But<br />
<strong>the</strong>y have been held back by an aged<br />
soothsayer and his fateful utterance:<br />
"Chosen warriors of Maeonian land,<br />
<strong>the</strong> power and soul of an ancient<br />
nation, who <strong>the</strong> memory of<br />
Mezentius inflames with righteous<br />
fury and who just resentment<br />
launches against <strong>the</strong> foe; no Ausonian<br />
may take <strong>the</strong> reins of a race so
proud. You must choose a foreigner<br />
to lead you."<br />
'Because of this <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
Etruscan army, awed by <strong>the</strong><br />
heavenly warning, has settled down<br />
on yonder plain by <strong>the</strong> coast. Tarchon<br />
himself has sent me ambassadors with<br />
<strong>the</strong> royal crown and sceptre and<br />
asked me to assume <strong>the</strong> throne. But<br />
age, with its enfeebling chill and <strong>the</strong><br />
exhaustion of its long years,<br />
begrudges me <strong>the</strong> honour of<br />
command. My day of martial prowess<br />
is past and though I would have<br />
handed <strong>the</strong> task to my son, <strong>the</strong> blood<br />
of a Sabine mo<strong>the</strong>r makes him half<br />
Ausonian. You, however, are in no<br />
way Italian and so can assume<br />
command of <strong>the</strong> army. I will also<br />
send Pallas with you so that under<br />
your tutelage he may learn more of
<strong>the</strong> military arts and also of <strong>the</strong> War<br />
God's strenuous labours. You have<br />
fought on <strong>the</strong> plains of Ilios against<br />
men like Achilles, Diomedes and<br />
Odysseus; so allow him to follow<br />
your lead and I will give you two<br />
hundred Arcadians, <strong>the</strong> flower of my<br />
chivalry, and he, in his own name,<br />
shall give you as many more.'<br />
Scarce had his words been<br />
uttered when Anaeas and Achates,<br />
who were both brooding in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
hearts on <strong>the</strong> perils which faced <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
heard a message from <strong>the</strong> goddess of<br />
Cy<strong>the</strong>ra. From a clear sky and<br />
seemingly from now<strong>here</strong>, came a peal<br />
of trumpets and both immediately<br />
looked up. Then came a second and<br />
third peal and <strong>the</strong>y were heard by<br />
everyone. Every man in <strong>the</strong> city was<br />
both amazed and terrified by <strong>the</strong>
noise but Anaeas recognised <strong>the</strong><br />
sound, and in it <strong>the</strong> promise of his<br />
goddess mo<strong>the</strong>r. 'Nay!' He cried.<br />
'Ask not what <strong>the</strong>se wonders portend.<br />
That was a sign from <strong>the</strong> goddess<br />
who gave me birth and who told me<br />
that should dreadful war come, she<br />
would help by bringing me armour<br />
from Vulcan. Alas! Now this message<br />
has arrived, how vast is <strong>the</strong> carnage<br />
which is ready to burst upon us and<br />
how many warrior's will be tossed<br />
beneath <strong>the</strong> waters of Fa<strong>the</strong>r Tiber?'<br />
Having said this he rose from his<br />
seat and followed King Evander to<br />
<strong>the</strong> altars w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> fires from <strong>the</strong><br />
previous night were still smouldering.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong>y both sacrificed chosen<br />
sheep and when <strong>the</strong> gods had been<br />
duly honoured, Anaeas went down to<br />
his ships on <strong>the</strong> river bank and, from
<strong>the</strong> crew, he selected <strong>the</strong> men who<br />
were to follow him to war; all of <strong>the</strong>m<br />
of proven ability and eminent in<br />
valour. The rest he told to sail <strong>the</strong><br />
ships back downstream and take<br />
Ascanius <strong>the</strong> news of his fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
fortunes.<br />
The moment Rumour saw<br />
Anaeas returning from <strong>the</strong> ships with<br />
his men, she flew through <strong>the</strong> little<br />
city and spread <strong>the</strong> word that <strong>the</strong><br />
warriors were marching. In <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
alarm <strong>the</strong> women rushed to <strong>the</strong> altars<br />
and fervently redoubled <strong>the</strong>ir vows;<br />
for fear treads on <strong>the</strong> heels of danger<br />
and in everyone's view, <strong>the</strong> sight of<br />
Anaeas and his fully armed Trojans<br />
caused <strong>the</strong> War God's shadow to<br />
loom ever larger. When <strong>the</strong> men had<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red outside <strong>the</strong> city walls,<br />
Evander clasped <strong>the</strong> hand of his
departing son and hung on to it with<br />
tears in his eyes. 'Ah! My son!' He<br />
cried. 'Would that Jove could give<br />
me back my bygone years and make<br />
me what I was when under<br />
Praeneste's walls I struck down his<br />
first rank of warriors and set a<br />
conqueror's torch to <strong>the</strong> pile of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
shields. This hand which grasps you<br />
now also sent King Erulus down to<br />
Tartaros. He was a gigantic monster<br />
who had been endowed by his<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r, Feronia, with three lives.<br />
Three times he had to be struck down<br />
in death and yet, on that day, this hand<br />
of mine killed him three times and<br />
thrice stripped him of his armour.<br />
If I was that young again I would<br />
never let my son be torn from my<br />
embrace for never would Mezentius<br />
have bereaved his city of so many of
its people and laid dishonour on a<br />
neighbour's door.'<br />
Without letting go of his son's<br />
hand, he looked up to <strong>the</strong> heavens and<br />
cried. 'May <strong>the</strong> gods on Olympus and<br />
also Jove, who is <strong>the</strong> mightiest of<br />
<strong>the</strong>m all, have pity on an Arcadian<br />
monarch and give ear to a fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
prayer. If it is heaven's will that my<br />
son return safely to me, <strong>the</strong>n I pray<br />
that I may live and <strong>the</strong>re will be no<br />
trial I cannot outlast. But if dark<br />
Fortune threatens a calamity, <strong>the</strong>n<br />
be it granted to me that my life's<br />
thread is snapped this very day.'<br />
Such were <strong>the</strong> words of <strong>the</strong> old<br />
king and later in <strong>the</strong> day, his servants<br />
were seen carrying <strong>the</strong>ir prostrate<br />
monarch indoors.<br />
But before this prophetic<br />
moment, when King Evander had
finished speaking to his son and had<br />
unwillingly let go of his hand, <strong>the</strong><br />
men formed <strong>the</strong>mselves into a<br />
column with Anaeas and Achates<br />
among <strong>the</strong> first and after <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r Trojan nobles. Pallas himself,<br />
conspicuous in his gay scarf and<br />
decorated armour, was in <strong>the</strong> centre<br />
and behind him marched his own<br />
men. As <strong>the</strong> column began moving,<br />
<strong>the</strong> trembling women climbed onto<br />
<strong>the</strong> city's walls and watched as <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
sons and husbands slowly<br />
disappeared into <strong>the</strong> distance.<br />
After many hours of marching<br />
and when <strong>the</strong> afternoon sun was<br />
casting its slanting rays on <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
<strong>the</strong> column reached <strong>the</strong> cool stream<br />
of Caere and <strong>the</strong> vast but sacred grove<br />
which was shut in by wooded hills on<br />
all sides. Legend has it that <strong>the</strong> old
Pelasgians had dedicated this grove<br />
to Silvanus, <strong>the</strong> god of <strong>the</strong> country<br />
and its cattle, but although it was not<br />
too far from w<strong>here</strong> Tarchon and his<br />
Tyrrhenians were encamped, Anaeas<br />
decided it would be a good place for<br />
<strong>the</strong> warriors to rest and refresh <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
wearied limbs.
Book VIII<br />
As <strong>the</strong> men laid <strong>the</strong>ir arms on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground and settled down to rest,<br />
Anaeas retired to a secluded part of<br />
<strong>the</strong> grove so he could consider his<br />
plans. But just as he sat himself<br />
down beneath a shady tree his mo<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
in her divine beauty, descended<br />
through <strong>the</strong> clouds and appeared<br />
suddenly before him. 'Here are <strong>the</strong><br />
arms I promised you,' she said, 'and<br />
now you need not worry about<br />
daring to combat <strong>the</strong> arrogant<br />
Laurentians or even King Turnus<br />
himself.'<br />
So saying she sought her son's<br />
embrace and <strong>the</strong>n turned to her helper<br />
Gofor, whose task it had been to
carry her gifts down from heaven, and<br />
told him to place <strong>the</strong>m under an oak<br />
so her son could see <strong>the</strong> workmanship<br />
of her lord. As he looked at <strong>the</strong><br />
helmet with its dread crest which<br />
vomited flame, <strong>the</strong> great sword, spear,<br />
shield and stiff corselet, Anaeas was<br />
dazzled. The heavy spear had been<br />
moulded to his grip and <strong>the</strong> sturdy<br />
shield was decorated with beautiful<br />
pictures of his descendants from<br />
Ascanius onwards and told <strong>the</strong> story<br />
of Italy's future. One picture showed<br />
a wolf with twin boys around her<br />
teats and, as <strong>the</strong>y played, she, with her<br />
li<strong>the</strong> neck bent, was caressing <strong>the</strong>m<br />
in turns with her tongue and shaping<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir young limbs. Near this picture<br />
of Romulus and Remus was one<br />
which depicted <strong>the</strong> rape of <strong>the</strong> Sabine<br />
maidens in Rome's crowded streets
while <strong>the</strong> games were in progress.<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r picture showed two kings,<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir conflict at rest, standing in arms<br />
before <strong>the</strong> altar of Jove with goblets<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir hands and cementing <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
treaty with swine's blood. In ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>the</strong> descendants of Anaeas were<br />
grabbing up swords for freedom's<br />
cause while in ano<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>re were<br />
Gauls with <strong>the</strong>ir golden hair, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
milk white necks wrapped in golden<br />
collars and striped cloaks hanging<br />
from <strong>the</strong>ir shoulders. Each was<br />
brandishing two Alpine javelins and<br />
using long oval shields to protect <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
bodies. On <strong>the</strong> top part of <strong>the</strong> shield,<br />
in relief, were shown <strong>the</strong> Salii in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
dances around <strong>the</strong> naked Luperci and<br />
next to <strong>the</strong>se Vulcan's servants had<br />
depicted <strong>the</strong> dark mansions of<br />
Tartarus and <strong>the</strong> torments of crime.
Also, falling through <strong>the</strong> yawning<br />
portals, were <strong>the</strong> notorious criminals<br />
of <strong>the</strong> future, <strong>the</strong> most evil of which<br />
still had his deceitful smile affixed to<br />
his mouth. O<strong>the</strong>r pictures on <strong>the</strong><br />
shield showed Augustus Caesar,<br />
Agrippa with both <strong>the</strong> winds and <strong>the</strong><br />
gods at his back and also Julius<br />
Caesar entering <strong>the</strong> city of Rome in<br />
threefold triumph and, in deathless<br />
gratitude, consecrating three hundred<br />
mighty temples to <strong>the</strong> gods of Italy.<br />
All <strong>the</strong>se pictures Anaeas scanned<br />
with wonder but little understanding<br />
as his human mind was unable to<br />
grasp <strong>the</strong>ir full significance.<br />
However, he did understand <strong>the</strong><br />
power of <strong>the</strong> sword and spear to kill<br />
and <strong>the</strong> shield to protect and so, after<br />
thanking his mo<strong>the</strong>r, he donned <strong>the</strong><br />
helmet, buckled <strong>the</strong> sword around his
waist, picked up <strong>the</strong> spear and<br />
heaved on his shoulder <strong>the</strong> fame and<br />
fate of grandsons yet to be.
Book IX<br />
But while <strong>the</strong>se things were in<br />
progress, Juno, consort of Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Jove and daughter of Saturn, sent Iris<br />
on an errand to Turnus <strong>the</strong> Bold. It<br />
chanced that at that moment King<br />
Turnus was sitting in <strong>the</strong> grove of<br />
Pilumnus, his sire, and from her rosy<br />
lips <strong>the</strong> child of Thaumas spoke to<br />
him thus. 'King Turnus, what no god<br />
would have dared to promise your<br />
prayers, <strong>the</strong> mere lapse of time has<br />
brought to you unasked. Anaeas<br />
has left his settlement and gone to<br />
seek <strong>the</strong> realm of Evander. But that<br />
isn't all. He has gone to <strong>the</strong> far<strong>the</strong>st<br />
towns of Corythus and is busy<br />
arming <strong>the</strong> Lydian bands and crowds
of country folk. So why do you<br />
hesitate? Can you not see that now is<br />
<strong>the</strong> time to call for horse and car,<br />
throw caution to <strong>the</strong> winds and<br />
attack <strong>the</strong> leaderless encampment?'<br />
Having delivered her message<br />
she spread her wings and raised<br />
herself aloft and, as she sped up<br />
through <strong>the</strong> clouds, she left a<br />
multicoloured rainbow in her wake.<br />
Having recognised his visitor <strong>the</strong><br />
warrior lifted his two hands to heaven<br />
and pursued her with this prayer:<br />
'Iris, fair glory of <strong>the</strong> sky, who was it<br />
who sent you down from heaven<br />
with a message for me? Tell <strong>the</strong>m I<br />
understand <strong>the</strong>ir wisdom and will<br />
follow <strong>the</strong>ir command, whoever <strong>the</strong>y<br />
are.'<br />
His answer given he walked<br />
down to <strong>the</strong> river and after scooping
some water into his hands, he called<br />
on <strong>the</strong> gods and burdened <strong>the</strong>m with<br />
a multitude of vows.<br />
His prayers finished he ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />
his Rutulian army and Ausonian allies<br />
and set off for <strong>the</strong> Trojan<br />
encampment. Messapus was in <strong>the</strong><br />
lead while King Turnus, <strong>the</strong> overall<br />
commander, took his place in <strong>the</strong><br />
centre.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> encampment <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
were alerted by <strong>the</strong> cloud raised by<br />
<strong>the</strong> advancing army and Caucus was<br />
<strong>the</strong> first to raise <strong>the</strong> alarm. 'What have<br />
we <strong>here</strong> my countrymen?' He called<br />
from <strong>the</strong> ramparts. 'What is rolling<br />
towards us through a cloud that's<br />
black as night? Quick with <strong>the</strong><br />
weapons and man <strong>the</strong> walls for our<br />
enemy is upon us.'<br />
With loud shouts <strong>the</strong> Trojans
egan mounting <strong>the</strong> battlements and<br />
taking <strong>the</strong>ir defensive positions for,<br />
before leaving on his mission,<br />
Anaeas, that best of soldiers, had said<br />
to Menes<strong>the</strong>us and Serestus. 'Should<br />
aught befall us while I am away, do<br />
not let <strong>the</strong> enemy tempt our men to try<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir fortune on <strong>the</strong> field . It will be<br />
enough for <strong>the</strong>m to guard <strong>the</strong> camp<br />
and stay safely behind <strong>the</strong><br />
earthworks.'<br />
So now, though shame and<br />
anger prompted every man to an<br />
engagement, <strong>the</strong>y took <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
positions on <strong>the</strong> wall and shielded<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves with closed gates. King<br />
Turnus, angered by this Trojan<br />
refusal to fight on <strong>the</strong> plain, drove<br />
his chariot out in front of his army<br />
and, with a chosen band of<br />
charioteers, approached <strong>the</strong> gate.
'Now, gallants,' he cried, 'which of<br />
you will venture out and be <strong>the</strong> first<br />
to fight your foe?'<br />
So saying he sent his javelin high<br />
into <strong>the</strong> air as an overture to battle<br />
and, in full view of <strong>the</strong> men on <strong>the</strong><br />
ramparts, threw up clouds of dust as<br />
he proudly wheeled his chariot on<br />
<strong>the</strong> plain. His friends, raising <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
dreadful war cry, followed his lead<br />
but, as <strong>the</strong>y demonstrated <strong>the</strong>ir skill<br />
with horse and chariot, <strong>the</strong>y began<br />
to wonder at <strong>the</strong> sluggish hearts of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojan warriors. Men of proven<br />
military ability who stayed hidden<br />
behind <strong>the</strong>ir walls because <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
not trust <strong>the</strong>mselves to a fair field or<br />
fight face to face. Eventually King<br />
Turnus became enraged by this<br />
refusal to fight and rode round and<br />
round <strong>the</strong> walls with his friends in
search of an opening, but <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
none. Try as he might he could<br />
not find a way into <strong>the</strong> encampment<br />
and nor could he think of a way to<br />
draw <strong>the</strong> imprisoned Trojans out onto<br />
<strong>the</strong> level ground. However, on <strong>the</strong><br />
river, close to <strong>the</strong> side of <strong>the</strong> camp,<br />
lay <strong>the</strong> fleet which had brought <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans from Ilios and although<br />
shored round by earthworks, <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was no one to defend <strong>the</strong>m. The<br />
moment he realized this <strong>the</strong> young<br />
king called for fire and as soon as it<br />
had been produced, he led <strong>the</strong> way<br />
by picking up a blazing pine and<br />
approaching <strong>the</strong> ships. Driven on<br />
by his lead each soldier equipped<br />
himself with a flaming brand and<br />
behind <strong>the</strong>ir protective walls <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans watched helplessly as <strong>the</strong><br />
multitude, with <strong>the</strong>ir smoky brands
sending a pitchy glare into <strong>the</strong><br />
heavens, approached <strong>the</strong>ir fleet.<br />
But, what god shielded <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan fleet from a fire so terrible?<br />
Who was it who protected <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
from so vast a conflagration? The<br />
tale is old but its fame remains forever<br />
fresh. After Troy had been destroyed<br />
and Anaeas was fashioning his fleet<br />
on <strong>the</strong> slopes of Mount Ida, it is said<br />
that <strong>the</strong> great mo<strong>the</strong>r of <strong>the</strong> gods,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Berecyntian queen, addressed<br />
almighty Jove. 'My son,' she said,<br />
'now that you have cast your fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
into <strong>the</strong> depths of Tartaros and are<br />
ruler of Olympus, do not forget<br />
your mo<strong>the</strong>r and grant her a request.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> is a forest which has been<br />
close to my heart for many years<br />
because on its mountain heights
<strong>the</strong>re is a grove and it was to <strong>the</strong>re<br />
that <strong>the</strong> people of Troy used to bring<br />
me <strong>the</strong>ir offerings. Consequently,<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y needed ships I gave <strong>the</strong>m<br />
wood but now my heart is wrung by<br />
disturbing fears. Release me from my<br />
dread, my son, and let a mo<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
prayer touch your heart. The<br />
survivors of Troy are now building a<br />
fleet so <strong>the</strong>y can make <strong>the</strong>ir way to<br />
Latium, but I beg you to protect <strong>the</strong><br />
wood that was born on my sacred<br />
soil.'<br />
'Oh mo<strong>the</strong>r,' replied her son.<br />
'Whi<strong>the</strong>r woulds't thou wrest <strong>the</strong><br />
course of Fate? What asketh you<br />
for <strong>the</strong>se, your favourites? Should<br />
I give vessels built by mortal hands<br />
a charter of immortality? Should<br />
Anaeas be able to laugh at his perils<br />
or should he be unsure and uncertain
as each one falls upon him? Nay,<br />
ra<strong>the</strong>r when <strong>the</strong>ir purpose has been<br />
served and <strong>the</strong>y have landed <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardan chief on Ausonian soil, on that<br />
day I will lift your wood to <strong>the</strong> state<br />
of immortality and in form <strong>the</strong>y will<br />
be like <strong>the</strong> children of Nera, Doto and<br />
Galatea when <strong>the</strong>y brest <strong>the</strong> foaming<br />
deep.'<br />
After this, by <strong>the</strong> river of his<br />
Stygian bro<strong>the</strong>r, on whose banks he<br />
sat, <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r of men and gods nodded<br />
his head and with this movement<br />
made all Olympus tremble.<br />
So now that <strong>the</strong> Destinies had<br />
been fulfilled, when <strong>the</strong> lawless<br />
firebrands of King Turnus and his<br />
Ausonian allies were thrown on <strong>the</strong><br />
ships, <strong>the</strong> raging fires roused <strong>the</strong><br />
mighty mo<strong>the</strong>r to action and she<br />
chased <strong>the</strong> Fire God from her
consecrated wood. As <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
began to blaze a strange light<br />
appeared in <strong>the</strong> sky and a great cloud<br />
was seen racing in on <strong>the</strong> wind from<br />
<strong>the</strong> east and, <strong>the</strong> moment it was<br />
overhead, a terrible voice, which<br />
thrilled and terrified <strong>the</strong> ranks of both<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans and Ausonians cried out,<br />
'Busy not yourselves, ye<br />
Dardanians, to defend my ships, nor<br />
take weapons into your hands. King<br />
Turnus shall have leave to burn up <strong>the</strong><br />
ocean before his fire can consume my<br />
sacred pines.' Later, everyone swore<br />
that <strong>the</strong> voice <strong>the</strong>n spoke to <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
saying: 'Go free, my favourites, go<br />
and be goddesses of <strong>the</strong> sea for it is<br />
your own mo<strong>the</strong>r's voice which<br />
commands you.' At this each ship<br />
snapped her cable and, like a dolphin,<br />
dipped her prow and made for <strong>the</strong>
ottom of <strong>the</strong> deep river. Then, after<br />
a short while, a marvel to behold, all<br />
<strong>the</strong> ships emerged in <strong>the</strong>ir maiden<br />
forms, completely undamaged by<br />
<strong>the</strong> fires which only a short time<br />
previously had been raging<br />
throughout <strong>the</strong>ir lengths.<br />
At this <strong>the</strong> Ausonians were seized<br />
by amazement and Messapus himself<br />
was overcome by terror. T<strong>here</strong> was<br />
also confusion among <strong>the</strong> horses<br />
and even Fa<strong>the</strong>r Tiber paused for a<br />
moment in his course towards <strong>the</strong><br />
sea before starting to flow again. But<br />
bold King Turnus was not to be<br />
daunted by such wonders and he<br />
quickly began encouraging his braver<br />
men while upbraiding those who<br />
looked as if <strong>the</strong>y might flee. 'It is<br />
against <strong>the</strong> Trojans,' he cried pointing<br />
at <strong>the</strong> ships which were now drifting
out to sea, 'that <strong>the</strong>se portents are<br />
directed. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Jove has robbed<br />
<strong>the</strong>m of <strong>the</strong>ir needed ships without<br />
even waiting for Ausonian fire and<br />
sword to do <strong>the</strong> work for him. Yes!<br />
The sea is now impassable to <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans and <strong>the</strong>y now have no hope<br />
of flight. As for <strong>the</strong> earth, it is in<br />
our hands, thanks to <strong>the</strong> tribes of<br />
Ausonia who are standing <strong>here</strong> in<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir thousands behind me. I am not<br />
scared by fateful utterances from<br />
heaven, be <strong>the</strong>y what <strong>the</strong>y may. Fate<br />
and Venus have had license enough<br />
in that <strong>the</strong> Trojans have set foot on<br />
our rich Italian soil. But I too have a<br />
fate of my own and that is to mow<br />
down with both my spear and sword<br />
<strong>the</strong> guilty nation which stole my<br />
bride. I, like Kings Agamenmon and<br />
Menelaos, also have <strong>the</strong> right to go to
war on behalf of a stolen bride. It<br />
seems,' he continued with a laughing<br />
sneer in his voice, 'that one<br />
destruction was not enough for <strong>the</strong>m!<br />
You'd think <strong>the</strong> Trojans would have<br />
learned from <strong>the</strong>ir last transgression<br />
and would now loath <strong>the</strong> very thought<br />
of a foreign bride! They also still<br />
seem to think that <strong>the</strong>y can put trust<br />
in walls, but did <strong>the</strong>y not see <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
great city of Troy, <strong>the</strong> walls of which<br />
were built by <strong>the</strong> hands of Neptune<br />
himself, sink into <strong>the</strong> flames?'<br />
Turning and looking at <strong>the</strong> men<br />
who listened to him he cried. 'But<br />
you, my chosen men, who among you<br />
is ready to knock down those<br />
ramparts and rush with me on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
bewildered camp? I need not <strong>the</strong><br />
arms of a god nor a thousand ships for<br />
my Trojan war. Let all of Etruria join
<strong>the</strong>m and still I will not skulk inside<br />
a horse's womb while pretending it is<br />
a gift to <strong>the</strong> gods. In broad day and<br />
in <strong>the</strong> sight of all, I stand pledged to<br />
put a ring of fire around <strong>the</strong>ir walls<br />
and I will not let <strong>the</strong>m think <strong>the</strong>y<br />
are dealing with <strong>the</strong> Achaians whom<br />
Prince Hector kept at bay for so many<br />
years. But now, since <strong>the</strong> better part<br />
of <strong>the</strong> day is spent, for what<br />
remains of it my gallants, refresh<br />
yourselves with wine and food and<br />
be assured that battle will come.'<br />
After ordering Messapus to<br />
mount a watch on <strong>the</strong> gates he<br />
entrusted <strong>the</strong> task of throwing a ring<br />
around <strong>the</strong> Trojan encampment to<br />
fourteen of his allied chiefs; each of<br />
whom had at least a hundred<br />
warriors under his command. But<br />
such was <strong>the</strong> confidence of <strong>the</strong>
chiefs that as darkness began to fall<br />
<strong>the</strong>y allowed <strong>the</strong>ir men to pass <strong>the</strong><br />
time by drinking wine and ei<strong>the</strong>r<br />
stretching <strong>the</strong>mselves out on <strong>the</strong> grass<br />
or playing games of skill and chance.<br />
However, inside <strong>the</strong> encampment<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans remained alert and fully<br />
armed. Menes<strong>the</strong>us and Serestus<br />
were in command and under <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
guidance every man stayed at this post<br />
and remained ready for battle.<br />
Captain of <strong>the</strong> guard on <strong>the</strong> gate<br />
was Nisus, son of Hyrtacus; a keen<br />
soldier who was skilled in <strong>the</strong> arts of<br />
fighting and whom Ida <strong>the</strong> huntress<br />
had sent to attend Anaeas. Next to<br />
him was his great friend Euryalus, <strong>the</strong><br />
fairest of all <strong>the</strong> youths in Anaeas'<br />
company. T<strong>here</strong> was a common bond<br />
between <strong>the</strong>se two men and both<br />
were keen to come to grips with <strong>the</strong>ir
enemy. But as <strong>the</strong>y stood <strong>the</strong>ir tedious<br />
guard duty Nisus exclaimed.<br />
'Euryalus, is it <strong>the</strong> gods who impassion<br />
a man's heart or does each<br />
person's ungoverned yearning become<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir god? My heart has long ached<br />
with a desire to rush into battle or do<br />
some o<strong>the</strong>r mighty deed and no<br />
amount of peace or quiet can quell this<br />
urge. It seems that <strong>the</strong> Ausonians<br />
over <strong>the</strong>re are full of confidence<br />
about <strong>the</strong> future because, if you look,<br />
you'll see <strong>the</strong> line of <strong>the</strong>ir fires is very<br />
uneven and disordered and so I've no<br />
doubt <strong>the</strong> men are drinking wine and<br />
taking it easy. So let me tell you what<br />
I'm thinking. Everyone <strong>here</strong>,<br />
including <strong>the</strong> leaders, are saying that<br />
a messenger should be sent to Anaeas<br />
to tell him about what's happening. If<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are serious I think I could break
through those disordered defences and<br />
make my way to Pallenteum with a<br />
message. I hate <strong>the</strong> thought of<br />
staying cooped up in this<br />
encampment and <strong>the</strong> challenge of <strong>the</strong><br />
deed excites me.'<br />
Euryalus, infected by his friend's<br />
ambition made sure he wasn't going<br />
to be left behind. 'Would you think,'<br />
he said, 'of leaving your friend behind<br />
on such an adventure? Am I to let<br />
you go alone on this perilous errand?<br />
My fa<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> veteran Opheltes, did<br />
not rear me among <strong>the</strong> Achaian terrors<br />
and Trojan agonies so I could spend<br />
<strong>the</strong> rest of my life on guard duty. You<br />
and I have always fought side by side<br />
and since following Anaeas from<br />
burning Troy, we have never<br />
hesitated to join in a fray. Within<br />
me is a soul which scorns <strong>the</strong> thought
of ease and feels <strong>the</strong> glory at which<br />
you aim would be cheaply bought<br />
with death.'<br />
'Nay,' replied Nisus, 'trust me, I<br />
did not think you a coward and nor<br />
did I feel you were not up to <strong>the</strong> task.<br />
But a venture like this is fraught with<br />
a thousand dangers and should<br />
anything go amiss, I would need you<br />
to redeem me by ransom or, if I am<br />
killed, to give me <strong>the</strong> funeral rights of<br />
a warrior and also build me a<br />
respectable mound. I also wouldn't<br />
want to cause that unhappy parent<br />
of yours, who alone among <strong>the</strong> many<br />
older matrons had <strong>the</strong> heart to turn<br />
her back on <strong>the</strong> great city of Acestes<br />
and follow you <strong>here</strong>.'<br />
'Spinning empty pretexts'<br />
Euryalus replied, 'is idle work and<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is no change or faltering in my
esolve. So let us up and consult <strong>the</strong><br />
chiefs.'<br />
The decision to go toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
having been made <strong>the</strong>y roused <strong>the</strong><br />
guard and got some men to take <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
places at <strong>the</strong> gate and <strong>the</strong>n, walking<br />
side by side, <strong>the</strong>y went to seek out<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir commanders.<br />
At that moment <strong>the</strong> chief leaders<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Dardanians, leaning on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
long spears and holding <strong>the</strong>ir shields<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir left hands, were standing<br />
around a fire in <strong>the</strong> centre of <strong>the</strong> camp<br />
and holding a council. They were<br />
trying to decide on what <strong>the</strong>y should<br />
do and also whe<strong>the</strong>r or not <strong>the</strong>y should<br />
send someone with a message to<br />
Anaeas. But when Nisus and Euryalus<br />
craved instant admission and said<br />
that <strong>the</strong> affair was great and time<br />
would not be wasted by listening to
<strong>the</strong>m, Ascanius was <strong>the</strong> first to<br />
welcome and reassure <strong>the</strong>m. Serestus<br />
asked Nisus to tell <strong>the</strong>m his ideas<br />
and so <strong>the</strong> son of Hyrtacus began:<br />
'Listen with kindly heed, ye sons of<br />
Troy, and do not let <strong>the</strong>se proffers of<br />
ours be judged by our youth. The<br />
allied Ausonians, made careless by<br />
sleep and wine are hushed in silence<br />
and we have observed a place w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> line of fires is broken and through<br />
which <strong>the</strong>re might be a passage. We<br />
should be able to break through <strong>the</strong>re<br />
and make our way to Pallenteum.<br />
Give us but leave to make use of<br />
Fortune and go in quest of Anaeas<br />
and soon, after a mighty carnage and<br />
laden with spoils, you shall see us<br />
<strong>here</strong> again. Nor can <strong>the</strong> way mislead<br />
us as we go because we have both<br />
travelled far in our hunting
expeditions and know <strong>the</strong> way to<br />
Pallenteum well.'<br />
When he finished Aletes, weighty<br />
with years and ripe of understanding,<br />
spoke 'Gods of our fa<strong>the</strong>rs whose<br />
constant presence watches over us, in<br />
spite of all that has happened, when<br />
our youth shows such spirit I can see<br />
you do not intend to make an end of<br />
us.' As he said this <strong>the</strong> tears began<br />
to roll down his cheeks and he felt<br />
compelled to embrace <strong>the</strong> two youths.<br />
'What gallant men,' he cried, 'and what<br />
is worth enough to reward you for a<br />
deed such as this? First and richest<br />
of all will be <strong>the</strong> praise of heaven and<br />
of your own hearts. Next to <strong>the</strong>se<br />
I've no doubt that King Anaeas and<br />
young Ascanius <strong>here</strong> will never<br />
forget a service so great.'
'Nay,' cried Ascanius, 'let me<br />
speak, for my safety is guaranteed by<br />
my age and <strong>the</strong> fact I must remain<br />
<strong>here</strong> until my fa<strong>the</strong>r returns. But<br />
Assaracus and Vesta, <strong>the</strong> greatest of<br />
our household gods know I am<br />
placing all my hope in your hands.<br />
Bring back my fa<strong>the</strong>r and let me see<br />
him again so that, once restored, all<br />
my grief will be over and in return I<br />
will give you, Nisus, a pair of goblets<br />
wrought with silver which my fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
took when he sacked Arisba. I will<br />
also give you a couple of tripods, two<br />
talents of gold and an ancient bowl<br />
which was given to me by Queen<br />
Dido herself. On top of this, if it is<br />
our fortune to conquer Ausonia and<br />
attain <strong>the</strong> crown, I will count as<br />
yours <strong>the</strong> horses of King Turnus<br />
which no man can fail to admire and
also his golden armour. Moreover,<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r will give you twelve<br />
captive maidens of choicest beauty<br />
and as many male prisoners as you<br />
need to tend your fields and livestock<br />
and, to crown all, you will rule <strong>the</strong><br />
portion of this domain now held by<br />
king Latinus. But you,' he said<br />
turning to Euryalus, 'who are closer<br />
to my own age, I take at once to my<br />
heart and no matter what happens, I<br />
will always call you comrade. Nisus<br />
will share his gifts with you but on top<br />
of that I promise that I will never seek<br />
glory for my own estate apart from<br />
you and, regardless of whe<strong>the</strong>r I have<br />
peace or war, what is mine I will<br />
always share with you.'<br />
To this Euryalus replied. 'Let but<br />
Fortune give us speed and not thwart<br />
our aims and no length of time shall
find me false to your generosity. But<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is one thing I would ask of you,<br />
beyond all o<strong>the</strong>rs. I have a mo<strong>the</strong>r of<br />
Priam's ancient house whom nei<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>the</strong> burning city of Troy nor <strong>the</strong> city<br />
of King Acestes could keep from<br />
coming with me. Her I am now<br />
leaving, ignorant of this peril and with<br />
no word of parting because at this<br />
moment, I could not bear a parent's<br />
tears. But I pray you to comfort her<br />
and support her lonely age.<br />
Nourished by <strong>the</strong> knowledge that<br />
someone is looking after her I shall<br />
be able to meet all that happens with<br />
a bolder spirit.'<br />
Touched to <strong>the</strong> heart by <strong>the</strong>se<br />
words all <strong>the</strong> chiefs broke into tears,<br />
chief among <strong>the</strong>m, as a picture of<br />
his own mo<strong>the</strong>r flashed upon his soul,<br />
was Ascanius who said. 'Assure
yourself that your mighty deeds will<br />
be justly rewarded. Yes, your mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
shall be my own mo<strong>the</strong>r, wanting<br />
in nought but <strong>the</strong> name of Creusa. To<br />
have borne you lays up no mean<br />
store of gratitude and so whatever<br />
fortune attends your endeavour, I<br />
swear by this my head, which even<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r has been wont to swear at,<br />
all that I promise to you in <strong>the</strong> event<br />
of your prosperous return shall, in<br />
event of your death, remain assured<br />
to your mo<strong>the</strong>r and your house.'<br />
This said he allowed <strong>the</strong> ripple of<br />
laughter to die down and <strong>the</strong>n gave<br />
Euryalus his sword which had been<br />
wrought by Lycaon of Crete and was<br />
fitted with an ivory scabbard. To<br />
Nisus Menes<strong>the</strong>us gave a lion's skin<br />
while Aletes, true of heart, exchanged<br />
helmets with him. Their arming done
<strong>the</strong> two warriors set off for <strong>the</strong> gates<br />
and as <strong>the</strong>y went, <strong>the</strong> whole band of<br />
nobles, young and old, escorted <strong>the</strong>m<br />
while reciting prayers for <strong>the</strong>ir safe<br />
return. With <strong>the</strong>m too was fair<br />
Ascanius, in heart and forethought<br />
manlier than his years, giving <strong>the</strong>m<br />
many a charge to carry to his fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> two men disappeared into<br />
<strong>the</strong> moonlit gloom, <strong>the</strong> winds<br />
scattered his words and delivered<br />
<strong>the</strong>m cancelled to <strong>the</strong> clouds.<br />
After departing through <strong>the</strong><br />
gate Nisus and Euryalus clambered<br />
quickly over <strong>the</strong> defensive trench and<br />
made for <strong>the</strong> hostile camp.<br />
Approaching <strong>the</strong> fires <strong>the</strong>y could see<br />
many drunken Ausonians stretched<br />
out on <strong>the</strong> grass in <strong>the</strong>ir armour and<br />
empty wine goblets scattered around<br />
<strong>the</strong>m and at <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>the</strong> son of
Hyrtacus called quietly to his<br />
friend. 'Euryalus, this occasion calls<br />
for action and daring hands. Keep<br />
watch lest any hand be lifted against<br />
us from behind and I will lay <strong>the</strong>se<br />
ranks to waste and give you a broad<br />
path to walk in.'<br />
So saying he drew his tyrannous<br />
sword and went up to King Rhamnes<br />
who, pillowed on a vast pile of rugs,<br />
was breathing <strong>the</strong> peaceful breath of<br />
sleep. Although a king he was also<br />
an augur and a favourite of King<br />
Turnus, but his augury couldn't help<br />
him stay <strong>the</strong> sword which parted his<br />
head from his shoulders. Next Nisus<br />
slew <strong>the</strong> king's three attendants who<br />
were stretched carelessly on <strong>the</strong><br />
grass alongside him and also his<br />
armour bearer and charioteer. He <strong>the</strong>n<br />
slew three more, <strong>the</strong> youngest of
whom had gambled long into <strong>the</strong><br />
night and was now lying with <strong>the</strong><br />
Dream God's music in his mind. But<br />
happy would he have been if Lady<br />
Luck had been kind and allowed<br />
him to pursue his play into morning.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> sight of Nisus killing so many<br />
men Euryalus also became caught up<br />
in <strong>the</strong> lust for blood and so drawing<br />
his sword, he began slaying those<br />
who lay on <strong>the</strong> grass around him. But<br />
as he walked along cutting <strong>the</strong><br />
throats of <strong>the</strong> drunken men on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground he was seen by Rhoetus who<br />
was both sober and awake. But in his<br />
terror, instead of raising <strong>the</strong> alarm,<br />
Rhoetus cowered behind a massive<br />
rock and as Euryalus approached,<br />
cutting throats as he came, he rose up<br />
to beg for mercy. But although<br />
Euryalus was momentarily shocked
and stunned by his sudden<br />
appearance, he quickly drew back<br />
his arm and plunged his sword into his<br />
suppliant's chest. Then he stood and<br />
watched as <strong>the</strong> dying man sank to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground and vomited his crimson life<br />
mixed with wine and food onto <strong>the</strong><br />
grass. After this Euryalus was making<br />
for <strong>the</strong> dying flicker of an untended<br />
fire around which he could see<br />
Messapus and his followers sleeping<br />
when Nisus called quietly to him.<br />
'We had better cease and make our<br />
way out of <strong>the</strong> camp for it will soon<br />
be daylight and we have supped on<br />
vengeance to <strong>the</strong> full.'<br />
However, although Euryalus<br />
heard <strong>the</strong> call, he couldn't resist<br />
<strong>the</strong> opportunity of killing one more<br />
Rutulian and so when he reached <strong>the</strong><br />
fire he quickly killed Messapus, who
he had recognised in <strong>the</strong> moonlight<br />
because of <strong>the</strong> helmet which lay on<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground alongside him. Then<br />
grabbing <strong>the</strong> helmet he made his way<br />
to Rhamnes and bending down, laid<br />
his hand on <strong>the</strong> belt with golden studs<br />
which had been sent by wealthy<br />
Caedicus as a present to Remulus of<br />
Tiber when he tried to make him his<br />
friend from a distance. But <strong>the</strong> dying<br />
Remulus had left it to his grandson<br />
who was later killed by Rhamnes<br />
in battle. This Euryalus striped off<br />
and fitted round his own valiant waist<br />
and after placing <strong>the</strong> shapely helmet<br />
with its graceful crest on his head, he<br />
joined up with Nisus and toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>the</strong> two warriors left <strong>the</strong> camp and<br />
passed into safety.<br />
But it so happened that a troop of<br />
men who to had been sent on from
<strong>the</strong> town of Latium to join King<br />
Turnus had decided to march through<br />
<strong>the</strong> night. T<strong>here</strong> were three hundred<br />
in all with Volscens as <strong>the</strong>ir chief and<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were just nearing <strong>the</strong> camp when<br />
Volscens spotted <strong>the</strong> two making <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
way towards <strong>the</strong> forest. In <strong>the</strong><br />
moonlight he recognised <strong>the</strong> shapely<br />
helmet of Messapus and thinking<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were thieves he shouted out.<br />
'Halt, gallants! Tell of who you are<br />
and what your errand is.'<br />
Euryalus and Nisus ventured no<br />
reply but ducked down low and<br />
increased <strong>the</strong>ir speed in <strong>the</strong> hope of<br />
making <strong>the</strong> forest <strong>the</strong>ir friend. At this<br />
Volscens, whose men knew <strong>the</strong> area<br />
well, immediately ordered all <strong>the</strong><br />
known passes to be barred and a<br />
guard be set on every outlet.<br />
Unfortunately for <strong>the</strong> two Trojans,
<strong>the</strong> undergrowth of <strong>the</strong> wood was<br />
rich in impenetrable briars and so as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y tried to make good <strong>the</strong>ir escape,<br />
Euryalus, who was hampered by <strong>the</strong><br />
darkness, <strong>the</strong> undergrowth, his fear<br />
and also his booty, missed <strong>the</strong> path<br />
and became separated from Nisus<br />
who, in his haste to escape his<br />
pursuers, failed to notice his friend<br />
was no longer behind him.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, when he gained <strong>the</strong><br />
region later called Alban from Alba's<br />
name but which in that day was w<strong>here</strong><br />
King Latinus had his stately stalls,<br />
he halted and looked back in vain for<br />
his friend. 'My poor Euryalus,' he<br />
cried in a hushed whisper. 'W<strong>here</strong><br />
have I left you? How can I retrace<br />
my steps through <strong>the</strong> tangled paths<br />
of this treacherous wood?'<br />
But despite his fears he went back
into <strong>the</strong> wood and wandered<br />
aimlessly through <strong>the</strong> stillness of <strong>the</strong><br />
dark. Then he heard cries and <strong>the</strong><br />
sound of Euryalus being pursued and<br />
in a few moments, shouts of triumph<br />
told him that his friend had been<br />
captured.<br />
'What should I do?' He thought<br />
to himself. 'How can I attempt a<br />
rescue? Should I dash though <strong>the</strong><br />
thick of <strong>the</strong>ir spears with death<br />
before my eyes and hurry to a<br />
glorious end in a shower of<br />
wounds?'<br />
Unable to make up his mind he<br />
quietly made his way to <strong>the</strong> edge of<br />
<strong>the</strong> wood from w<strong>here</strong> he could see<br />
<strong>the</strong> dim shapes of men struggling to<br />
control ano<strong>the</strong>r he knew to be<br />
Euryalus. Such was his horror at <strong>the</strong><br />
thought of Euryalus being taken
prisoner that he dropped one of <strong>the</strong><br />
two javelins he was carrying and,<br />
drawing back his arm, he poised <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r for a cast. Looking up to <strong>the</strong><br />
moon, he prayed aloud. 'Thou,<br />
Laton's daughter, glory of <strong>the</strong> heavens<br />
and guardian of <strong>the</strong> woods, be thou<br />
present and befriend my endeavour.<br />
If ever my fa<strong>the</strong>r Hyrtacus brought<br />
a gift to your altar and if ever I hung<br />
an offering from your dome or<br />
fastened it on your hallowed<br />
summit, suffer me now to confound<br />
this mass and guide my weapon<br />
through <strong>the</strong> air.'<br />
This said, he launched his spear<br />
which, after flying through <strong>the</strong><br />
shades of <strong>the</strong> moonlit night, struck<br />
Sulmo in <strong>the</strong> midriff and knocked<br />
him to <strong>the</strong> ground while <strong>the</strong> life<br />
giving blood poured from his
stomach. This unexpected assault<br />
confused <strong>the</strong> Volscians who,<br />
although <strong>the</strong>y could see nothing in <strong>the</strong><br />
darkness, looked this way and that in<br />
an effort to locate <strong>the</strong>ir attacker.<br />
Meanwhile, Nisus, who had been<br />
emboldened by his success, cast his<br />
second javelin. This one caught<br />
Tagus, whose helmet had been<br />
knocked to <strong>the</strong> ground in <strong>the</strong><br />
struggle with Euryalus, in <strong>the</strong> temple<br />
and <strong>the</strong> hungry bronze found a feast<br />
in <strong>the</strong> centre of his brain. Volscens<br />
shouted with fury at <strong>the</strong> loss of two<br />
men but could still not see w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
attack had come from. Then looking<br />
at Euryalus he cried. 'You shall<br />
pay for <strong>the</strong>se deaths with your blood,'<br />
So saying drew his sword and rushed<br />
on Euryalus.<br />
When he saw this, because his
grief was so terrible and he had no<br />
wish to continue hiding in <strong>the</strong><br />
darkness, Nisus shouted: 'Over <strong>here</strong>!<br />
I'm over <strong>here</strong>! Make me your mark<br />
for mine is <strong>the</strong> blame. Euryalus had<br />
no hand in those deeds and <strong>the</strong> stars<br />
above know I speak <strong>the</strong> truth.'<br />
But his words were in vain as<br />
Volscens drove his sword into <strong>the</strong><br />
chest of Euryalus and when he<br />
withdrew his blade he let <strong>the</strong> body<br />
crumple to <strong>the</strong> ground with <strong>the</strong> dark<br />
blood gushing out and despoiling<br />
<strong>the</strong> youth's beautiful limbs. Nisus,<br />
who was devastated at <strong>the</strong> loss of his<br />
friend, rushed on Volscens. In his<br />
mad passion he cared for nothing but<br />
<strong>the</strong> chance to kill <strong>the</strong> killer of his<br />
friend and, although he was assailed<br />
by weapons from all sides, he none<br />
<strong>the</strong> less held on his way until at last
he lodged his blade in <strong>the</strong> Volscens'<br />
neck. But, pierced through by his<br />
<strong>the</strong> weapons of his enemies, he fell on<br />
his breathless friend and slipped into<br />
<strong>the</strong> blackness of death.<br />
Once <strong>the</strong> Volscians had managed<br />
to ga<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>ir thoughts <strong>the</strong>y strung<br />
<strong>the</strong> bodies of Nisus and Euryalus on<br />
poles as if <strong>the</strong>y were animals which<br />
had been killed in a hunt. Then, with<br />
tears in <strong>the</strong>ir eyes, <strong>the</strong>y reverently<br />
placed <strong>the</strong> bodies of <strong>the</strong>ir chief and<br />
two dead comrades on makeshift<br />
biers hastily constructed from spears<br />
and cloaks and carried <strong>the</strong>m all<br />
reverently into <strong>the</strong> Ausonian camp.<br />
The commotion caused by <strong>the</strong><br />
capture and killing of <strong>the</strong> two<br />
Trojans had roused <strong>the</strong> Ausonians and<br />
on <strong>the</strong>ir ramparts <strong>the</strong> Trojan guards<br />
could hear <strong>the</strong> tempo of <strong>the</strong> wailing
increase as <strong>the</strong> bodies of Rhamnes,<br />
and all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r men slain during <strong>the</strong><br />
night were discovered. Ausonians<br />
from all quarters flocked to <strong>the</strong> place<br />
of slaughter and joined in <strong>the</strong><br />
lamentations.<br />
Later, when grief had been<br />
satisfied and Dawn rose from<br />
Tithonus' saffron couch and<br />
sprinkled <strong>the</strong> world with new born<br />
light, King Turnus, shea<strong>the</strong>d in<br />
armour, summoned his men to<br />
arms. At his command each<br />
chieftain mustered his men into battle<br />
order and roused <strong>the</strong>m to fury with<br />
warlike speeches. A group of<br />
Volscians <strong>the</strong>n stuck <strong>the</strong> heads of<br />
Euryalus and Nisus on spears and set<br />
<strong>the</strong>m up close to <strong>the</strong> ramparts w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>y could be seen by all <strong>the</strong> Trojans.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> sight Fame spread her
wings and, after flying through <strong>the</strong><br />
bewildered settlement, reached <strong>the</strong><br />
ears of Euryalus' mo<strong>the</strong>r. At once <strong>the</strong><br />
vital heat left her frame, <strong>the</strong> shuttle<br />
fell from her hands and with a<br />
piercing shriek <strong>the</strong> distraught mo<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
with her tresses rent, made madly <strong>the</strong><br />
walls and, caring for nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> eyes<br />
of men nor <strong>the</strong> showers of arrows and<br />
javelins fired by <strong>the</strong> attacking<br />
Ausonians, she climbed <strong>the</strong> ramparts.<br />
When she saw <strong>the</strong> head of her son<br />
she let out a shriek of agony which<br />
welled up from <strong>the</strong> depths of her<br />
soul. 'Is it thus, Euryalus,' she cried<br />
in her anguish, 'that I see you again?<br />
Have you, <strong>the</strong> solace of my waning<br />
years, had <strong>the</strong> pitiless heart to leave<br />
me alone? When you ventured on<br />
such a dangerous errand, did you not<br />
have <strong>the</strong> courage to come and bid me
farewell? Alas, on an unknown land<br />
you are lying exposed to <strong>the</strong> ravages<br />
of Latium's dogs and carrion birds<br />
while I, your mo<strong>the</strong>r, cannot even<br />
follow your corpse to its tomb. Nor<br />
can I close your eyes and gently<br />
ba<strong>the</strong> your wounds before shrouding<br />
you with <strong>the</strong> robe which, when I<br />
made <strong>the</strong> loom <strong>the</strong> medicine of an old<br />
wife's sorrow, I worked so hard to<br />
finish. W<strong>here</strong> shall I seek you?<br />
W<strong>here</strong> are your severed limbs and<br />
mutilated corpse? Is this <strong>the</strong> sole<br />
relic of yourself that you bring back<br />
to me my son? Is this what I<br />
followed you over land and sea for?'<br />
Then looking out over <strong>the</strong><br />
attacking army she screamed, 'If you<br />
have any human feelings, ye<br />
Ausonians, let your weapons make me<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir first meal of <strong>the</strong> battle or else
let <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods have<br />
mercy on me and, with a bolt of his<br />
lightning, take away my life for I<br />
cannot o<strong>the</strong>rwise end <strong>the</strong> cruel pain<br />
of being.'<br />
Her wail shook every heart to<br />
its centre and a groan of sorrow<br />
passed through <strong>the</strong> ranks on both<br />
sides and, for a moment, <strong>the</strong>ir martial<br />
prowess flagged. But at last, as her<br />
cries of anguish rose higher and<br />
higher, Ilioneus and tearful Ascanius<br />
asked Idaeus and Actor to gently lay<br />
hold of her and carry her to a place of<br />
safety.<br />
As soon as Euryalus' mo<strong>the</strong>r had<br />
disappeared from <strong>the</strong> ramparts <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulian trumpets uttered a<br />
tremendous blare and this was<br />
followed by a great shout which <strong>the</strong><br />
heavens returned. Up came <strong>the</strong>
Volscians and o<strong>the</strong>r tribes carrying in<br />
level line <strong>the</strong>ir penthouse of shields<br />
to ward off <strong>the</strong> missiles and, while<br />
some strove to fill in <strong>the</strong> moat, some<br />
tried to remove <strong>the</strong> palisade of<br />
spears and some, with ladders,<br />
picked <strong>the</strong>ir way through <strong>the</strong> fence<br />
of spears and tried to scale <strong>the</strong> walls<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> defences were thinnest.<br />
The Trojans, on <strong>the</strong>ir part, showered<br />
missiles of every kind on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
attackers and, taught by long war's<br />
experience on how to guard <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
walls, repulsed <strong>the</strong>ir assailants. They<br />
also kept rolling stones of great bulk<br />
down from <strong>the</strong> ramparts in <strong>the</strong> hope<br />
of breaking through <strong>the</strong> rank of<br />
shields which sheltered those behind,<br />
but behind such a firm penthouse <strong>the</strong><br />
troops smiled at all <strong>the</strong> enemy threw<br />
at <strong>the</strong>m. But <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Trojans
pushed forward an enormous rock<br />
which burst through <strong>the</strong> protective<br />
line of shields and caused havoc<br />
among <strong>the</strong> warriors behind. At this<br />
<strong>the</strong> Ausonians ceased trying to hide<br />
behind <strong>the</strong>ir shields and tried instead<br />
to drive <strong>the</strong> defenders from <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
ramparts with a storm of missiles<br />
while in ano<strong>the</strong>r quarter, terrible to<br />
look upon, Mezentius waved an<br />
Etruscan pine and hurled fire and<br />
smoke, while Messapus, in his<br />
distinctive helmet, found a way<br />
through <strong>the</strong> palisade and called for<br />
ladders to <strong>the</strong> battlement. He lived<br />
only because on <strong>the</strong> previous night,<br />
<strong>the</strong> gods who cared for him had<br />
encouraged him to drink too much<br />
wine and so as he had staggered<br />
towards his bed, he had carelessly<br />
allowed his helmet fall to <strong>the</strong> ground
alongside <strong>the</strong> sleeping form of ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
chieftain.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> battle continued <strong>the</strong> death<br />
and slaughter dealt out by both sides<br />
was terrible to behold and many a<br />
warrior went down to Pluto's Halls<br />
without bidding farewell to ei<strong>the</strong>r his<br />
friends or his family.<br />
A short distance from <strong>the</strong><br />
encampment was a high tower and<br />
<strong>the</strong> Rutulians, with utmost force,<br />
were trying to storm it while <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans within defended it with stones<br />
and showers of arrows and javelins.<br />
However, King Turnus eventually<br />
managed to force his way to its base<br />
and set fire to one of its wooden<br />
supports. The flame gradually took<br />
hold and began devouring <strong>the</strong> middle<br />
levels of <strong>the</strong> tower and at this, <strong>the</strong><br />
six inmates, confused by fear, retired
to <strong>the</strong> upper levels. But <strong>the</strong> flames,<br />
growing in <strong>the</strong>ir intensity by <strong>the</strong><br />
moment, slowly consumed <strong>the</strong> lower<br />
part of <strong>the</strong> tower and so, with a groan,<br />
<strong>the</strong> upper parts collapsed to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground with a crash. Most of <strong>the</strong> men<br />
inside were killed ei<strong>the</strong>r by <strong>the</strong> fall<br />
or <strong>the</strong> huge amount of wood which<br />
collapsed on top of <strong>the</strong>m but two,<br />
Helenor and Lycus, escaped. Helenor<br />
was in <strong>the</strong> prime of youth and had<br />
been secretly born to <strong>the</strong> Maeonian<br />
king by <strong>the</strong> slave girl Licymnia and,<br />
as soon as he was old enough, he had<br />
been secretly sent to Troy with but<br />
a spear, shield and naked sword.<br />
However, as soon as he saw himself<br />
surrounded by his enemy he was like<br />
a beast which, hemmed in by hunters<br />
in a close set ring, vents his rage on<br />
<strong>the</strong> darts and flings himself on <strong>the</strong>
line of spears and death. In such a<br />
manner <strong>the</strong> doomed Helenor rushed<br />
into <strong>the</strong> midst of his foe and made for<br />
w<strong>here</strong> he saw <strong>the</strong> spears were<br />
thickest. But Lycus, far swifter of<br />
foot, dodged in and out among <strong>the</strong><br />
ranks of Rutulians and showers of<br />
javelins and, gaining <strong>the</strong> encampment<br />
wall, strove to grasp <strong>the</strong> hands of his<br />
friends which were reaching down to<br />
help him up. But King Turnus,<br />
following immediately behind with<br />
javelin in hand, taunted him in<br />
victorious tones. 'Did you dream,<br />
poor fool, that you could escape my<br />
hands? '<br />
With that he seized Lycus by <strong>the</strong><br />
foot and after pulling him down to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground, drove his javelin into his<br />
chest.<br />
At this <strong>the</strong> whole Ausonian army
aised a great cry and began filling<br />
<strong>the</strong> trenches with whatever <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
find while o<strong>the</strong>rs attacked <strong>the</strong> gates<br />
with blazing firebrands. At first <strong>the</strong>y<br />
carried all before <strong>the</strong>m. An unknown<br />
warrior killed Lucetius and Liger<br />
killed Emathion and Asilas. An arrow<br />
shot from a distance caught<br />
Corynaeus, who was skilled with <strong>the</strong><br />
javelin, in <strong>the</strong> stomach while Caeneus<br />
slew Ortygius. King Turnus killed<br />
Caeneus, Itys and Clonius and<br />
Capys killed Privernus. Themilla's<br />
flying spear had grazed him first, but<br />
he, poor fool, had dropped his shield<br />
and clasped his hand to <strong>the</strong> wound<br />
and this allowed Capys' arrow,<br />
flying on stealthy wing, to pin his<br />
hand to his chest and enter his lungs.<br />
Then <strong>the</strong> son of Arcens, who was<br />
conspicuous in his bright armour
and scarf of Hiberian purple which<br />
had been embroidered with delicate<br />
needle work, left <strong>the</strong> light of day and<br />
went down to Pluto's Halls. Fair of<br />
form he had been sent to Troy by his<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r Arcens who had reared him in<br />
his mo<strong>the</strong>r's grove by <strong>the</strong> streams of<br />
Symaethus, w<strong>here</strong> stands an altar to<br />
Palicus. Hurling his spears at <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians he had been seen by<br />
Mezentius who whirled <strong>the</strong> strained<br />
thong of a sling fitted with a small<br />
rock thrice round his head and burst<br />
in twain his forehead.<br />
Then it is said that Ascanius<br />
drew in war his bow which until<br />
<strong>the</strong>n had been used only to terrify <strong>the</strong><br />
beasts of <strong>the</strong> chase and killed <strong>the</strong><br />
brave Numanus who had lately won<br />
and wedded <strong>the</strong> younger sister of<br />
King Turnus. In <strong>the</strong> insolence of new
lown royalty he was out in front of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Ausonian host venting his pride<br />
and vaunting aloud things meant and<br />
unmeant to do. 'Are you Trojans<br />
not ashamed of being imprisoned yet<br />
again behind walls and ramparts?' He<br />
had shouted. 'Are you not ashamed to<br />
once again cower before men who<br />
have come to reclaim a stolen bride?<br />
What madness has brought you <strong>here</strong>?<br />
You will not find King Agamenmon<br />
or his bro<strong>the</strong>r <strong>here</strong>, nor Odysseus,<br />
that forger of speech. We are a<br />
hardier race than <strong>the</strong> Achaians and<br />
bring to your walls our sons who,<br />
schooled by want, are <strong>the</strong> strongest<br />
you will ever meet. At birth <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were taken to <strong>the</strong> rivers edge and<br />
cruelly submerged in <strong>the</strong> cold waters<br />
so <strong>the</strong>y would become hardened and<br />
as boys <strong>the</strong>y spent long days in <strong>the</strong>
chase and wearied out <strong>the</strong> forest<br />
game with <strong>the</strong>ir sport. All our lives<br />
we Ausonians ply our weapons and<br />
even old age impairs not <strong>the</strong> force of<br />
our hearts nor weakens our love of<br />
war while our wives always look<br />
forward to <strong>the</strong> booty we bring home.<br />
But you, with your embroidered<br />
garments of saffron and gleaming<br />
purple, your tunics with sleeves and<br />
your turbans with strings: sloth is<br />
your delight and your pleasure is to<br />
indulge in <strong>the</strong> dance. I don't know<br />
how <strong>the</strong> Trojan dames can bear your<br />
company for men you are not. Listen,<br />
can you not hear <strong>the</strong> cymbals and<br />
flutes calling you to <strong>the</strong> dance? Go!<br />
Go to <strong>the</strong> dance and don't waste our<br />
time. Leave battle to men who are<br />
made of sterner stuff.'<br />
Ascanius could bear this boasting
no longer and so, fitting an arrow to<br />
his bowstring, he invoked Jove in a<br />
suppliant's prayer. 'Jove Almighty,' he<br />
prayed while still keeping his eye on<br />
<strong>the</strong> boasting Numanus, 'smile on my<br />
bold endeavour and each year on this<br />
day I will bring to your temple a<br />
snowy white bullock which can rear<br />
its head to <strong>the</strong> height of its mo<strong>the</strong>r's.'<br />
The Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods<br />
heard <strong>the</strong> prayer and from a<br />
cloudless quarter on <strong>the</strong> left,<br />
thundered at <strong>the</strong> instant <strong>the</strong> deadly<br />
arrow left <strong>the</strong> bow. Forth flew <strong>the</strong><br />
arrow and, whizzing fearfully,<br />
entered <strong>the</strong> forehead of Numanus<br />
with a thunk and lodged in his brain.<br />
As he watched <strong>the</strong> body of Numanus<br />
crumple to <strong>the</strong> ground Ascanius<br />
couldn't help but cry out in joy. 'The<br />
Trojan answer to <strong>the</strong> Ausonians,' he
yelled, 'is to go and tell your womenfolk<br />
of your bravery.'<br />
Such was <strong>the</strong>ir delight at this<br />
success that <strong>the</strong> Trojans let out a great<br />
shout which reached <strong>the</strong> heavens.<br />
However, it chanced that at that<br />
moment <strong>the</strong> golden-haired Apollo was<br />
seated on a cloud and surveying <strong>the</strong><br />
armies spread out below him and, in<br />
his admiration for such a fine shot,<br />
he addressed Ascanius in his<br />
moment of triumph. 'Rejoice, brave<br />
youth, in your new won laurels for<br />
this is <strong>the</strong> way men climb to <strong>the</strong><br />
stars and become <strong>the</strong> sons of gods<br />
who are and sires of gods who to be!<br />
I can see why Fate has ordered that<br />
beneath <strong>the</strong> house of Assaracus, <strong>the</strong><br />
wars of <strong>the</strong> future will find <strong>the</strong>ir end<br />
in you and your descendants.'<br />
So saying he descended from
heaven and made for Ascanius. But to<br />
avoid being recognised he took on <strong>the</strong><br />
form of ancient Butes who had once<br />
been armour bearer to Anchises but,<br />
when <strong>the</strong> old man had died, he had<br />
been made Ascanius' guardian by<br />
Anaeas. Apollo, looking and<br />
sounding exactly like <strong>the</strong> aged<br />
veteran with his flowing white locks<br />
and fiercely clanking armour spoke<br />
to Ascanius with a glowing heart.<br />
'Suffice it, son of Anaeas,' he said,<br />
'that your arrow has sent Numanus<br />
down to Pluto's Halls. This is your<br />
maiden glory which great Apollo has<br />
given you freely and nor does he look<br />
with jealousy on weapons like his<br />
own. But for now you must abstain<br />
from war as a stripling should.'<br />
His speech finished Apollo<br />
vanished from mortal eyes and went
ack to Olympus. However, <strong>the</strong><br />
Dardan chiefs recognised <strong>the</strong> god and<br />
so, at Apollo's insistence, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
checked Ascanius' ardour for battle.<br />
Then taking <strong>the</strong>ir places in <strong>the</strong><br />
combat once more <strong>the</strong>y flung <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
lives into <strong>the</strong> jaws of danger. From<br />
rampart to rampart <strong>the</strong>y shouted<br />
encouragement to each o<strong>the</strong>r and,<br />
bending <strong>the</strong>ir bows or hurling <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
javelins, <strong>the</strong>y repulsed <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians. Helmets and shields on<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground below protected <strong>the</strong> men<br />
from many of <strong>the</strong>se weapons but<br />
some of <strong>the</strong> missiles found <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
mark and ei<strong>the</strong>r sent <strong>the</strong> warrior down<br />
to Pluto's Halls or left him writhing<br />
on <strong>the</strong> ground and screaming in<br />
agony.<br />
Driven by <strong>the</strong> desire to engage<br />
in hand to hand combat <strong>the</strong> Trojan
youths Pandarus and Britias, who<br />
were sons of Idaean Alcanor and<br />
had been brought up by Iaera <strong>the</strong><br />
wood nymph in a grove dedicated<br />
to Jupiter, threw open <strong>the</strong> gates which<br />
had been placed in <strong>the</strong>ir charge.<br />
Relying on <strong>the</strong>ir weapons which had<br />
once kept <strong>the</strong> Achaians from <strong>the</strong><br />
walls of Troy, <strong>the</strong>y brazenly invited<br />
<strong>the</strong> foe to enter <strong>the</strong> town. In height<br />
<strong>the</strong>y resembled <strong>the</strong> pines and peaks<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir birthplace and, with <strong>the</strong>ir men<br />
alongside <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong>y stood on both<br />
sides of <strong>the</strong> gate shea<strong>the</strong>d in armour<br />
and with <strong>the</strong> crests on <strong>the</strong>ir lofty<br />
heads waving ominously. When <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulians saw <strong>the</strong> gate open <strong>the</strong>y<br />
made to enter <strong>the</strong> encampment.<br />
However, in but a moment <strong>the</strong><br />
attackers were routed and forced to<br />
leave many of <strong>the</strong>ir dead comrades on
<strong>the</strong> threshold of <strong>the</strong> gate. At this <strong>the</strong><br />
wrath of <strong>the</strong> Trojans flamed yet<br />
higher and <strong>the</strong>y ventured out of <strong>the</strong><br />
gate to engage in hand to hand<br />
combat and push <strong>the</strong> Rutulians back<br />
onto <strong>the</strong> plain.<br />
King Turnus at this time was<br />
venting his rage elsew<strong>here</strong> in <strong>the</strong> line<br />
and driving Trojans back from <strong>the</strong><br />
ramparts but, when he heard that his<br />
foe, fevered by <strong>the</strong> taste of blood, had<br />
thrown open <strong>the</strong> gates and advanced<br />
into <strong>the</strong> plain, he immediately left <strong>the</strong><br />
work he had begun and hastened to<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> Trojans were busy slaying<br />
his Rutulians. As he approached he<br />
hurled his javelin and slew<br />
Antiphates, <strong>the</strong> man who first turned<br />
to meet him and was a descendant<br />
of Jupiter because he was a bastard<br />
son of <strong>the</strong> great Sarpedon by a Theban
mo<strong>the</strong>r. The shaft of Italian cornel<br />
flew high up into <strong>the</strong> unyielding air<br />
and when it reached <strong>the</strong> apex of<br />
its curve, it descended and, entering<br />
Antiphates' mouth, it shattered his<br />
teeth before going deep down into<br />
his chest and causing <strong>the</strong> blood to<br />
flow in torrents from his open lips.<br />
King Turnus <strong>the</strong>n slew three Trojans<br />
in quick succession and after that he<br />
attacked <strong>the</strong> tall Bitias. But he did<br />
not attack with a light javelin or<br />
arrow as Britias would never have<br />
surrendered his life to such a weapon.<br />
No, it was a heavy bronze tipped<br />
spear which, shot like a thunderbolt,<br />
came hurtling in as if from now<strong>here</strong><br />
and after piercing both sturdy, well<br />
made shield and corselet, tumbled <strong>the</strong><br />
tall Trojan to <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
It was now that Mars, sitting on
Olympus with his great spear across<br />
his lap, was overcome by his passion<br />
for <strong>the</strong> cries of <strong>the</strong> vanquished<br />
mingled with <strong>the</strong> vaunts of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
destroyers and so he inspired <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulians with strength and courage<br />
while, at <strong>the</strong> same time, sending<br />
Flight and Grisly Terror to visit <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans. As a result <strong>the</strong> Rutulians<br />
flocked towards <strong>the</strong> gate from all<br />
sides and Pandarus, mortified by <strong>the</strong><br />
sight of his bro<strong>the</strong>r's corpse stretched<br />
out on <strong>the</strong> ground, knew that <strong>the</strong><br />
posture of fortune, which had been<br />
swaying this way and that during <strong>the</strong><br />
day, had changed sides once again<br />
and so, with a mighty effort, he<br />
closed <strong>the</strong> gate; leaving many of his<br />
comrades shut out of <strong>the</strong> camp. But<br />
as <strong>the</strong>se comrades began streaming<br />
back he opened <strong>the</strong> gate again to allow
<strong>the</strong>m though. Madman! He failed to<br />
see <strong>the</strong> king of <strong>the</strong> Rutulians in <strong>the</strong><br />
midst of <strong>the</strong> Trojans streaming<br />
through and so shut him wantonly<br />
within <strong>the</strong> walls; like a ferocious<br />
tiger among a herd of helpless cattle!<br />
Immediately a strange light flashed<br />
from <strong>the</strong> eyes of King Turnus and<br />
his armour gave a fearful clang<br />
while on his helm <strong>the</strong> bright red<br />
crest which towered over <strong>the</strong> men<br />
who surrounded him, quivered in a<br />
menacing manner. With sudden<br />
horror <strong>the</strong> children of Anaeas<br />
recognised <strong>the</strong> hated form but <strong>the</strong><br />
mighty Pandarus, filled with wrath at<br />
his bro<strong>the</strong>r's death, swallowed his fear<br />
and bespoke him thus with an<br />
attempted sneer. 'This is not <strong>the</strong> bridal<br />
palace of Amata and nor is it Ardea<br />
which embraces King Turnus in <strong>the</strong>
walls of his fa<strong>the</strong>r's home. You are<br />
on your own and in your enemy's<br />
camp and escape is impossible.'<br />
'Begin if you have courage to<br />
engage me in combat,' replied a<br />
smiling King Turnus. 'In a moment or<br />
two you can tell King Priam that <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans have found ano<strong>the</strong>r Achilles<br />
in Italy.'<br />
Stung by this insult Pandarus<br />
hurled his spear at <strong>the</strong> Rutulian king<br />
with all his strength. But <strong>the</strong> spear<br />
missed Turnus and lodged in <strong>the</strong><br />
wooden gate behind.<br />
'A miss!' Cried King Turnus.<br />
'When you were a child somebody<br />
should have taught you how to throw<br />
a spear! But you will not escape my<br />
weapon.' So saying he lifted up his<br />
sword and, rushing forward, clove<br />
<strong>the</strong> helmet of Pandarus in two; <strong>the</strong>
lade carrying on and separating<br />
beardless cheek from cheek. A crash<br />
was heard as <strong>the</strong> tall Pandarus fell<br />
to <strong>the</strong> ground and was stretched<br />
out in death while his brains made a<br />
jellylike mound on <strong>the</strong> dust by his<br />
head. Seeing this <strong>the</strong> Trojans turned<br />
and fled in terror and, had <strong>the</strong><br />
thought to open <strong>the</strong> gates and give<br />
entrance to his friends at once seized<br />
<strong>the</strong> conqueror, that day would have<br />
ended both a war and a nation. But<br />
pride, rage and a mad thirst for blood<br />
drove King Turnus to chase after his<br />
foe. First he killed two men with his<br />
sword and after stooping to pick up<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir spears, he hurled <strong>the</strong>m both at<br />
<strong>the</strong> backs of <strong>the</strong> fleeing Trojans. Juno,<br />
Queen of Heaven, guided his casts<br />
and so two more Trojans fell to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground in death. Pulling his sword
once more from its sheath King<br />
Turnus went on to kill four o<strong>the</strong>rs.<br />
Recognising <strong>the</strong> urgency of <strong>the</strong><br />
situation, Lynceus forgot his terror<br />
and turned to meet <strong>the</strong> raging king<br />
but King Turnus, with a sweep of his<br />
sword, caught him in <strong>the</strong> neck and<br />
swept off his head with helmet still<br />
attached, and sent it flying a long<br />
distance from w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> body,<br />
spurting blood from its neck,<br />
collapsed on <strong>the</strong> ground. Next King<br />
Turnus killed Amycus, Clytius son of<br />
Aeolus and Cre<strong>the</strong>us who was a<br />
darling of <strong>the</strong> Muses. He had been<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir playmate as his delight was ever<br />
in luring beautiful music from his lyre<br />
and singing songs about great battles<br />
of <strong>the</strong> past.<br />
Eventually, <strong>the</strong> Trojan leaders,<br />
who were in ano<strong>the</strong>r part of <strong>the</strong>
encampment, heard of <strong>the</strong> slaughter<br />
and as quickly as possible, went to<br />
see what <strong>the</strong>y could do. When <strong>the</strong>y<br />
saw <strong>the</strong>ir comrades flying in<br />
confusion and realized what had<br />
happened, Menes<strong>the</strong>us cried out.<br />
'Whi<strong>the</strong>r now? Whi<strong>the</strong>r are ye<br />
making for in flight? What o<strong>the</strong>r city<br />
have you to go to? What o<strong>the</strong>r walls<br />
are <strong>the</strong>re for you to cower behind?<br />
Shall it be said that a single man, who<br />
is hemmed in on all sides by our<br />
ramparts, has, unavenged, spread such<br />
havoc through our ranks and sent so<br />
many of our bravest down in death?<br />
As ye think of your unhappy home,<br />
your ancient gods and your great<br />
leader, is <strong>the</strong>re no shame in your<br />
sluggish hearts?'<br />
Roused by <strong>the</strong>se stinging words<br />
<strong>the</strong> men rallied and, turning to face
King Turnus, formed up in close<br />
array. This forced King Turnus to halt<br />
his attack and begin slowly to<br />
withdraw. Step by reluctant step, he<br />
retreated towards a small unwalled<br />
part of <strong>the</strong> encampment which<br />
backed onto <strong>the</strong> river. But as <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans kept pressing him back he<br />
was like a lion when a company of<br />
hunters bears down on him with<br />
javelins in hand and he, still fierce<br />
and glaring angrily, gives ground little<br />
by little and, though wrath and<br />
courage will not let him turn his back,<br />
he knows it is folly to charge <strong>the</strong><br />
huntsmen and <strong>the</strong>ir spears. In such a<br />
manner, while his heart boiled with<br />
rage, King Turnus slowly fell back<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> river. Twice he dashed<br />
into <strong>the</strong> thick of his foe and caused<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans in front of him to flee,
ut <strong>the</strong> whole army was mustered<br />
against him and, as Jove had sent<br />
celestial Iris with a message for his<br />
sister's ear, nei<strong>the</strong>r could Saturnian<br />
Juno give him aid. So now <strong>the</strong><br />
warrior king was unable to hold his<br />
own against so many and <strong>the</strong> deluge<br />
of darts which rang out as <strong>the</strong>y hit his<br />
helmet and also struck <strong>the</strong> fine horse<br />
hair crest from his head. Faster and<br />
faster <strong>the</strong> Trojans hurled <strong>the</strong>ir spears<br />
and King Turnus, with sweat<br />
trickling down his limbs in murky<br />
streams, knew he had to escape. At<br />
last, with a headlong leap, he plunged<br />
into <strong>the</strong> river, arms and all, and Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Tiber, receiving his guest, bore him<br />
up on buoyant waves. Then after<br />
washing off <strong>the</strong> stains of carnage,<br />
restored him in joy to his friends.
Book X<br />
Meanwhile, in <strong>the</strong> palace of Olympus<br />
<strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods<br />
summoned a council of <strong>the</strong> immortals<br />
and, when all had taken <strong>the</strong>ir seats<br />
in <strong>the</strong> great hall, he began <strong>the</strong><br />
meeting. 'Mighty denizens of<br />
heaven,' he said, 'Have you forgotten<br />
that I forbade <strong>the</strong> Italians to meet <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans in <strong>the</strong> shock of war? What<br />
strife is this in defiance of my law?<br />
What anger has prompted you to<br />
provoke this fight? T<strong>here</strong> shall come<br />
a rightful time for combat and so<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is no need for anyone to hasten<br />
it. One day, in memory of Queen<br />
Dido, fierce Carthage shall open <strong>the</strong><br />
Alpine barriers and launch on <strong>the</strong> hills
of Rome a mighty ruin. On that day<br />
you will be free to express your<br />
angers and with your help, your<br />
favourites can plunder and ravage to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir hearts content. But for <strong>the</strong><br />
present let it be and cheerfully ratify<br />
<strong>the</strong> peace I have willed.'<br />
But although <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men<br />
and Gods had spoken, not so was <strong>the</strong><br />
answer of golden Venus. 'Oh Fa<strong>the</strong>r!'<br />
she cried. 'Oh Eternal Sovereign of<br />
men and nature! Have you not seen<br />
how <strong>the</strong> Rutulians insult <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
and how King Turnus has been borne<br />
through <strong>the</strong> battle on a wave of blood<br />
and death? Even behind <strong>the</strong> shelter<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir walls <strong>the</strong> Trojans are no<br />
longer safe for now, within <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
ramparts, war has been raged and<br />
many a Trojan warrior has been<br />
sent down to Pluto's Halls. Even <strong>the</strong>
trenches are filled with <strong>the</strong> carnage<br />
of dead bodies which are both<br />
Ausonian and Trojan. But through all<br />
this Anaeas has been away and is<br />
unaware of what is happening. Will<br />
you never let us have a respite from<br />
siege? Once more <strong>the</strong> enemy is<br />
attacking <strong>the</strong> walls of infant Troy<br />
and <strong>the</strong>re is a second army; led by<br />
<strong>the</strong> great Diomedes, son of Tydeus,<br />
coming to join <strong>the</strong> Ausonians. Ay,<br />
my agonies, I see, are yet in <strong>the</strong><br />
future! But if it was without your<br />
leave and despite your will that <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans won <strong>the</strong>ir way to Latium,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n withdraw from <strong>the</strong>m your aid.<br />
But if <strong>the</strong>y have followed those<br />
many oracles given to <strong>the</strong>m by us and<br />
<strong>the</strong> powers below, how can anyone<br />
now be able to reverse your ordinance<br />
and write anew <strong>the</strong> page of Fate?
Why should I remind you of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
fleet consumed on Eryx's shore? Why<br />
of <strong>the</strong> monarch of <strong>the</strong> storms and his<br />
raging winds stirred up from Aeolia<br />
or of Iris sent down from <strong>the</strong> clouds<br />
to put ideas into <strong>the</strong> head of King<br />
Turnus? Why, Queen Juno has even<br />
asked <strong>the</strong> Fiends from below for help<br />
and as a result <strong>the</strong> Fiend Alecto has<br />
raged through <strong>the</strong> Ausonian cities<br />
and caused no end of trouble. It is not<br />
for empire that I wish, but if <strong>the</strong>re<br />
is no country on earth in which your<br />
relentless spouse will allow <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans to settle, I beg you, Fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
by <strong>the</strong> ruins of Troy, to let me rescue<br />
little Ascanius from <strong>the</strong> war. Let my<br />
grandson survive in life. Anaeas, who<br />
is my son and your grandson, may<br />
be tossed on unknown waters and<br />
follow such course as you and
chance may give him, but let me<br />
withdraw my grandson from <strong>the</strong><br />
horrors of battle. Amathus, lofty<br />
Paphos, high Cy<strong>the</strong>ra and <strong>the</strong><br />
mansion of Idalia are all mine and so<br />
under my protection he can pass his<br />
days in an inglorious and unwarlike<br />
manner. Let it be your will that<br />
Carthage will one day force Italy to<br />
bow beneath her tyrannous sway<br />
because Queen Dido's descendants<br />
will meet no resistance from ours.'<br />
Venus paused <strong>here</strong> for a moment<br />
but <strong>the</strong>n burst out afresh: 'If you do<br />
not let me rescue my grandson, what<br />
will he have gained by having fled<br />
through <strong>the</strong> hottest of <strong>the</strong> Achaian<br />
fires and drained to <strong>the</strong> dregs those<br />
dangers from both land and sea which<br />
beset <strong>the</strong> fleet while his fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
searched for Latium and a restored
Pergamos?'<br />
Hearing this queenly Juno,<br />
goaded by fierce passion, burst out:<br />
'Why do you force me to break my<br />
silence and put into words my buried<br />
grief? Was it any man or god who<br />
compelled your Anaeas to draw <strong>the</strong><br />
sword and come down as a foe on <strong>the</strong><br />
Latian king? Grant that he went to<br />
Italy at <strong>the</strong> instance of Fate. At <strong>the</strong><br />
impulse, in fact, of words spoken by<br />
mad Kassandra who now, along with<br />
her captor King Agamenmon, inhabits<br />
<strong>the</strong> shadows of Pluto's underworld.<br />
All along it was your counsel that<br />
Anaeas should leave his camp and<br />
place his life at <strong>the</strong> mercy of chance<br />
while trusting <strong>the</strong> control of his city<br />
to young Ascanius and <strong>the</strong> elders.<br />
What god or what cruel tyranny of<br />
ours drove him to do this? Was <strong>the</strong>re
a trace of me <strong>the</strong>re, or of Iris sent<br />
down from <strong>the</strong> clouds? Ay, it is a<br />
foul shame that <strong>the</strong> Ausonians should<br />
throw a belt of war around <strong>the</strong> infant<br />
Troy and that King Turnus, whose<br />
grandsire was Pilumnus and whose<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r was <strong>the</strong> goddess Venilia,<br />
should plant a foot on <strong>the</strong> soil of his<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>rs. But what can any of us say<br />
about men who invade Latium and try<br />
to put a yoke on a country; none of<br />
which is <strong>the</strong>irs? What can we say<br />
about men who choose at will whose<br />
daughters <strong>the</strong>y would wed and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
drag <strong>the</strong> plighted bride from <strong>the</strong><br />
bosom of her family? What, for that<br />
matter, can we think of men who bear<br />
suppliant tokens in one hand but carry<br />
spears in <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r and also arm <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
vessels with mighty weapons? You<br />
had <strong>the</strong> power to hide Paris in a
mist and rescue him from <strong>the</strong><br />
victorious hands of King Menelaos.<br />
You even had <strong>the</strong> power to persuade<br />
our mo<strong>the</strong>r to turn a fleet of ships<br />
into a bevy of Nymphs, so is it<br />
utterly monstrous for us to give <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians a measure of aid in return?<br />
Anaeas is away in ignorance and in<br />
ignorance let him stay. You have<br />
your Paphos, your Idalium and your<br />
lofty Cy<strong>the</strong>ra; so why meddle with<br />
<strong>the</strong> affairs of a land which overflows<br />
with war and ungentle hearts? Is it we<br />
who are responsible for <strong>the</strong> fortunes<br />
of your miserable Trojans? Was it us<br />
or that handsome prince who first<br />
brought <strong>the</strong> Achaians down on<br />
wretched Troy? What reason was<br />
<strong>the</strong>re for Europe and Asia to stand<br />
and fight each o<strong>the</strong>r? Did I fan <strong>the</strong><br />
flames of war with songs of love?
You were <strong>the</strong> one who made Helen<br />
fall in love with Paris because he<br />
chose you over both Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne<br />
and myself. He said you were <strong>the</strong><br />
most beautiful of us all and for that<br />
his body now lies rotting beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
ruins of Troy. So in truth, it is you<br />
who are responsible for all this and<br />
now, in your unjust complaints, you<br />
are flinging idly <strong>the</strong> language of<br />
quarrel.'<br />
Such was <strong>the</strong> appeal of Queen<br />
Juno and at this <strong>the</strong> whole body of<br />
immortals murmured assent. But<br />
when <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods<br />
opened his mouth to speak, <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
palace grew still. 'Take <strong>the</strong>n to your<br />
hearts,' he said sternly, 'and engrave<br />
<strong>the</strong>re <strong>the</strong>se words of mine since it can<br />
not be that Ausonian and Trojan<br />
should be united by treaty. Say what
you may, your wranglings will cause<br />
no conclusion to be reached and so,<br />
be each side's fortune what it may,<br />
you must refrain from involving<br />
yourselves. I myself will show no<br />
favour to ei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> Trojans or <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians and so Destiny will decide<br />
whe<strong>the</strong>r King Turnus overruns <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan camp or <strong>the</strong> Trojans hold out<br />
until Anaeas returns with his<br />
reinforcements. Each side's own<br />
endeavours shall yield <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
fortune because I, as Lord of all, will<br />
be alike to all.'<br />
He <strong>the</strong>n nodded his head in<br />
confirmation of his intent and as he<br />
did so, <strong>the</strong> deepest parts of Mount<br />
Olympus rumbled in assent. So ended<br />
<strong>the</strong> debate and after Jove had risen<br />
from his throne, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r immortals<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red round him and followed him
to <strong>the</strong> dining chamber w<strong>here</strong> a great<br />
feast along with plenty of <strong>the</strong> finest<br />
wines had been laid out for <strong>the</strong><br />
immortals who had, by now, become<br />
bored with <strong>the</strong> affairs of mortal men<br />
and desired something else to occupy<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir attention.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> gods took <strong>the</strong>ir places<br />
at <strong>the</strong> table and called for <strong>the</strong> Muses<br />
to sing <strong>the</strong>ir most beautiful songs, <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians, in <strong>the</strong>ir eagerness to<br />
slaughter <strong>the</strong> Trojans, pressed round<br />
<strong>the</strong> walls of <strong>the</strong> encampment. Inside,<br />
<strong>the</strong> heavily outnumbered Trojans,<br />
without hope of escape, stood <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
ground and spread <strong>the</strong>mselves out in<br />
a thin circle along <strong>the</strong> ramparts. Some<br />
brought up mighty rocks and hurled<br />
<strong>the</strong>m at <strong>the</strong>ir attackers while o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />
repelled <strong>the</strong>m with javelins,<br />
firebrands and arrows. In <strong>the</strong> midst of
all this was <strong>the</strong> grandson of goldenhaired<br />
Venus with his head<br />
uncovered and who, in <strong>the</strong> beauty of<br />
his youth and with his golden hair<br />
flowing down over his milky white<br />
neck, shone out like a jewel as he<br />
worked alongside <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r youths<br />
and assisted <strong>the</strong> defenders by<br />
transporting spears and o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
weapons from <strong>the</strong> armoury to w<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>y were needed on <strong>the</strong> ramparts.<br />
In this way <strong>the</strong> slaughter<br />
continued until blessed darkness<br />
began to rob <strong>the</strong> warriors of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
sight and so brought <strong>the</strong> fighting to a<br />
close.<br />
However, as <strong>the</strong> warriors on<br />
both sides turned <strong>the</strong>ir backs on <strong>the</strong><br />
battle and went in search of a much<br />
needed rest and a meal, Anaeas was<br />
ploughing <strong>the</strong> main. As soon as he
and his men had reached <strong>the</strong> spot on<br />
<strong>the</strong> coast w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> Etruscans were<br />
encamped, he had asked to be taken<br />
before <strong>the</strong> King Tarchon and, after<br />
<strong>the</strong> necessary formalities had been<br />
observed, he told <strong>the</strong> king of his name,<br />
his race, of <strong>the</strong> help he desired and<br />
what he was willing to offer in return.<br />
He also spoke about <strong>the</strong> nature of<br />
Rutulian army and <strong>the</strong> reputation of<br />
King Turnus for unbridled violence.<br />
He felt obliged to warn <strong>the</strong> king of<br />
all <strong>the</strong> dangers he might face but<br />
despite this, Tarchon didn't hesitate to<br />
hand <strong>the</strong> command of his army over<br />
to Anaeas and so, freed from <strong>the</strong> spell<br />
of destiny, <strong>the</strong> Etruscans embarked on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir ships under <strong>the</strong> charge of a<br />
foreign leader. First to leave <strong>the</strong> inlet<br />
were <strong>the</strong> vessels which had been<br />
given to Anaeas and <strong>the</strong> Arcadians
and which had fierce lions painted on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir prows. But as <strong>the</strong> fleet made its<br />
way down towards <strong>the</strong> Tiber's mouth,<br />
Anaeas sat in <strong>the</strong> stern and brooded<br />
over <strong>the</strong> war's doubtful future while<br />
Pallas, who had refused to leave his<br />
side, kept plying him with questions<br />
about all that he had suffered since<br />
first going to Troy.<br />
Behind came <strong>the</strong> ships of<br />
Massicus which contained a<br />
thousand warriors who had left <strong>the</strong><br />
cities of Clusium and Cosae. Then<br />
came mighty Abas with his band of<br />
nine hundred men in gleaming<br />
armour. Populonia had sent him six<br />
hundred of her sons, all versed in <strong>the</strong><br />
art of war while Ilva, an island rich in<br />
mines, had sent three hundred<br />
warriors. Behind him came Asilas,<br />
<strong>the</strong> great interpreter between gods
and men and at whose bidding <strong>the</strong><br />
victim's entrails, <strong>the</strong> stars of <strong>the</strong> sky,<br />
<strong>the</strong> tongues of prophetic birds and <strong>the</strong><br />
flashes of lightning all revealed <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
message. With him were a thousand<br />
men who had been given to him by<br />
<strong>the</strong> town of Pisa which had taken root<br />
some time in <strong>the</strong> distant past after<br />
Alpheus had arrived on Etruscan soil.<br />
After him was Astur, <strong>the</strong> fairest of<br />
<strong>the</strong>m all, with three hundred under his<br />
command.<br />
Not to be forgotten were those<br />
who came behind. The bravest of <strong>the</strong><br />
Ligurians was Cinyras who only had<br />
a scanty retinue but whose helmet<br />
was surmounted by <strong>the</strong> brilliant<br />
plumage of a swan. His son, with his<br />
band of martial peers, sailed close by<br />
his side so <strong>the</strong> oarsmen on both ships<br />
were able to row to <strong>the</strong> sound of a
single muffled drum.<br />
Great Ocnus led <strong>the</strong> army from<br />
Mantua but not all of his men were<br />
of <strong>the</strong> same blood as his strength of<br />
five hundred was made up from three<br />
races. In all <strong>the</strong>re were thirty ships<br />
which made <strong>the</strong>ir way to <strong>the</strong> infant<br />
Troy; each one filled to overflowing<br />
with war-hungry warriors who<br />
desired glory above all else.<br />
But as night fell and all but <strong>the</strong><br />
oarsmen and those in command of<br />
<strong>the</strong> helm lay down to sleep, Anaeas<br />
was so troubled by thoughts of <strong>the</strong><br />
coming battle that he refused to let<br />
slumber embrace his frame. To keep<br />
himself awake he took command of<br />
<strong>the</strong> rudder and sat pondering all <strong>the</strong><br />
dangers of <strong>the</strong> future. But as <strong>the</strong><br />
hours passed and left <strong>the</strong> midnight<br />
behind, he was met by <strong>the</strong> nymphs
whom gracious Cybele had changed<br />
from ships to goddesses. They had<br />
recognised <strong>the</strong> king from afar and<br />
came dancing round him in a joyous<br />
state; a nymph for each of his<br />
brazen prows. Cymodoce, <strong>the</strong>ir most<br />
skilled in speech, swam up behind<br />
Anaeas and laid her right hand on <strong>the</strong><br />
stern of his ship. Then lifting her<br />
torso high above <strong>the</strong> water and<br />
exposing her beautiful breasts which<br />
were tipped with small erect nipples,<br />
she broke in on his thoughts. 'Wake<br />
goddess-born.' she cried. 'Be wakeful<br />
for a moment and let <strong>the</strong> sail ropes<br />
go. We it is you see, <strong>the</strong> pines from<br />
sacred Ida who were once your fleet<br />
but are now sea nymphs. When <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians set us aflame, at <strong>the</strong><br />
command of <strong>the</strong> Great Mo<strong>the</strong>r we<br />
reluctantly burst your bonds and sank
to <strong>the</strong> bottom of <strong>the</strong> river. After she<br />
enabled us to rise from <strong>the</strong> depths<br />
which quenched our fires, she ordered<br />
<strong>the</strong> zephyrs to carry us to her cave<br />
and <strong>the</strong>re she granted us <strong>the</strong> state of<br />
goddesses and also gave us new<br />
forms and lives to lead beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
waves. But we have come to tell you<br />
that young Ascanius and all your<br />
people are hemmed in by <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians who took advantage of<br />
your absence and started <strong>the</strong> battle.<br />
Already an Arcadian host mixed<br />
with brave Etruscans has gained <strong>the</strong><br />
battle scarred plain but King Turnus,<br />
amid much slaughter, has barred<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir way and is preventing <strong>the</strong>m<br />
from giving succour to your people.<br />
So we have come to tell you that with<br />
<strong>the</strong> earliest approach of dawn you<br />
must take up <strong>the</strong> Fire God's shield
and prepare your allies. Do this and<br />
<strong>the</strong> morrow's sun, if you will but give<br />
credence to my words, shall survey<br />
mighty heaps of Ausonian carnage.'<br />
Her speech done she gave with<br />
her hand an impulse to <strong>the</strong> lofty<br />
stern, well knowing <strong>the</strong> measure of<br />
force needed to speed <strong>the</strong> ship on its<br />
way like an arrow. Ech of <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
nymphs also gave a helping push to<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r ships so <strong>the</strong> whole fleet<br />
could stay toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
The unexpected change of speed<br />
caused Anaeas to start and for a<br />
moment he began to fear had fallen<br />
asleep at his post and dreamed a vivid<br />
dream. But when he noted <strong>the</strong><br />
impossibly high speed of all <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
in <strong>the</strong> fleet, he was cheered in his soul<br />
and laughed out loud. Looking up to<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky above he prayed: 'Gracious
mo<strong>the</strong>r of <strong>the</strong> gods, Lady of Ida,<br />
whose joy is in Dindymus, be thou<br />
<strong>the</strong> controller of <strong>the</strong> fight and walk<br />
beside <strong>the</strong> Trojans with favoured<br />
step.'<br />
As he finished <strong>the</strong> first glimmers<br />
of dawn appeared on his left and<br />
began <strong>the</strong> daily task of pushing night<br />
into <strong>the</strong> west.<br />
As soon as <strong>the</strong>re was enough light<br />
Anaeas roused his sleeping warriors<br />
and after allowing <strong>the</strong>m time to<br />
refresh <strong>the</strong>mselves with something to<br />
eat, he used stirring words to nerve<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir souls for combat while on <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r ships, each commander did <strong>the</strong><br />
same. At last, as <strong>the</strong> sun began to rise<br />
high into <strong>the</strong> heavens, <strong>the</strong> river Tiber<br />
and <strong>the</strong> Trojan camp, surrounded by<br />
attacking Ausonians, hove into view<br />
and at that moment Anaeas raised up
<strong>the</strong> Fire God's shield on his left arm.<br />
Up went a shout on <strong>the</strong> ramparts as<br />
<strong>the</strong> defenders saw <strong>the</strong> ships and <strong>the</strong><br />
gleam of <strong>the</strong> shield and, as hope<br />
quickened anger into fury, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
hurled a shower of javelins at <strong>the</strong><br />
enemy. The Rutulian king and his<br />
Ausonian chieftains watched <strong>the</strong><br />
ships approach <strong>the</strong> shore with<br />
doubtful hearts and, w<strong>here</strong>as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had started <strong>the</strong> morning believing <strong>the</strong>y<br />
would easily win <strong>the</strong> day, <strong>the</strong>y now<br />
began to wonder at <strong>the</strong> outcome of <strong>the</strong><br />
battle.<br />
However, after reviewing <strong>the</strong><br />
situation bold King Turnus regained<br />
his confidence and decided to send<br />
only half of his army to beat off <strong>the</strong><br />
newcomers.<br />
'See, ' he cried pointing at <strong>the</strong><br />
approaching ships, '<strong>here</strong> is <strong>the</strong>
opportunity you have longed for as<br />
this enemy can't hide behind walls and<br />
must <strong>the</strong>refore fight in <strong>the</strong> open. A<br />
brave man's hand is <strong>the</strong> War God's<br />
greatest love so let each man<br />
remember his wife and home and<br />
recall <strong>the</strong> mighty deeds which made<br />
his fa<strong>the</strong>r great. Valour has fortune<br />
for its friend and as <strong>the</strong> foot always<br />
falters in its first step, let us meet <strong>the</strong><br />
invaders while <strong>the</strong>y are still trying to<br />
gain <strong>the</strong> shore.'<br />
So saying he debated in his mind<br />
<strong>the</strong> problem of whom he should send<br />
to lead <strong>the</strong> attack and who should be<br />
entrusted with <strong>the</strong> continued assault<br />
on <strong>the</strong> walls.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> end King Turnus decided<br />
to lead <strong>the</strong> attack on <strong>the</strong> ships<br />
himself but as he and his Rutulians<br />
were making for <strong>the</strong> landing beach,
Anaeas was busy off-loading his<br />
comrades with <strong>the</strong> help of<br />
gangplanks. However, many of his<br />
men were so eager to join <strong>the</strong> fray<br />
that <strong>the</strong>y leapt into <strong>the</strong> shallows with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir heavy armour and weapons and<br />
waded ashore. Tarchon, coming up<br />
behind with his ships spied out a<br />
place on <strong>the</strong> beach w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> waters<br />
were calm and turning his prows in<br />
that direction, exhorted his oarsmen.<br />
'Now ply your oars with a will,' he<br />
cried, 'and lift our vessels on that<br />
yonder beach. Cleave with our beaks<br />
this land which hates us and let every<br />
keel plough a furrow in <strong>the</strong> sand.'<br />
Hearing this his crews heaved on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir oars and <strong>the</strong> ships bore down<br />
on <strong>the</strong> beach until <strong>the</strong>ir keels had<br />
scraped <strong>the</strong> golden sand. But not so<br />
<strong>the</strong> ship of Tarchon which struck a
hidden rock and, listing sharply to <strong>the</strong><br />
left, tumbled all <strong>the</strong> men into <strong>the</strong><br />
water and entangled <strong>the</strong>m with broken<br />
oars and floating benches.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> Trojans and Etruscans<br />
landed on <strong>the</strong> shore, King Turnus set<br />
to work with fiery speed and swept his<br />
army against <strong>the</strong>m. But Anaeas and<br />
his warriors, all of whom were<br />
experienced in war, quickly formed<br />
up into ranks and sent King Turnus'<br />
rustics retreating in disarray.<br />
Anaeas began <strong>the</strong> fight by slaying<br />
Theron who rushed at him with a<br />
levelled spear. As his attacker<br />
approached Anaeas watched carefully<br />
and after skilfully deflecting <strong>the</strong><br />
deadly point, sank his own into an<br />
unprotected part of Theron's side and<br />
sent him down in death. Next he<br />
killed Lycus who had been cut from
<strong>the</strong> womb of his dead mo<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
consecrated to Apollo and immediately<br />
afterwards he attacked and slew<br />
two more Rutulians who were busy<br />
laying <strong>the</strong> Etruscans low with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
heavy clubs. Launching a javelin at<br />
Pharus who was attacking with words<br />
ra<strong>the</strong>r than deeds, he struck <strong>the</strong><br />
bawler in <strong>the</strong> mouth and knocked him<br />
to <strong>the</strong> ground. However, <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulians, after falling back a little,<br />
re-grouped and launched a volley of<br />
javelins; some of which rebounded<br />
from shields while o<strong>the</strong>rs laid a<br />
number of <strong>the</strong> invaders down in<br />
death. At this Anaeas turned to<br />
Achates and cried. 'Bring me my<br />
store of weapons and not one shall<br />
leave my hand in vain for all have<br />
tasted Achaian blood on <strong>the</strong> plains of<br />
Ilios.'
With that he seized his mighty<br />
spear and sent it flying towards <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulians. The heavy shaft sought out<br />
a man called Maeon and after<br />
crashing through <strong>the</strong> several hides of<br />
his shield it tore through his<br />
breastplate and lodged in his chest.<br />
Maeon's bro<strong>the</strong>r, Alcanor, quickly<br />
tried to prop <strong>the</strong> falling man and stop<br />
him from collapsing to <strong>the</strong> ground, but<br />
death refused to be thwarted of its<br />
prize and so <strong>the</strong> spirit of <strong>the</strong> still<br />
upright man, stunned by <strong>the</strong> rapidity<br />
with which it had been overtaken by<br />
<strong>the</strong> darkness of death, rose up into<br />
<strong>the</strong> insubstantial air and proceeded<br />
unwillingly on its way to Pluto's<br />
Halls. Alcanor, angrily tore <strong>the</strong> spear<br />
from his bro<strong>the</strong>r's body and launched<br />
it at Anaeas; but although it was a<br />
fine cast, it missed its target though it
did graze <strong>the</strong> thigh of mighty Achates.<br />
Clausus of Cures, a friend of<br />
King Turnus, in <strong>the</strong> pride and<br />
strength of his youth, struck Dryops<br />
in <strong>the</strong> throat with a javelin and<br />
robbed him of life. He <strong>the</strong>n killed<br />
three experienced warriors who had<br />
travelled to Troy from Thrace and<br />
had even fought alongside Prince<br />
Hector when he had struggled to<br />
capture <strong>the</strong> body of Patroklos from <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians. At <strong>the</strong>se successes many<br />
Rutulians ran to his side and, along<br />
with Messapus, joined in <strong>the</strong> struggle<br />
with <strong>the</strong> invaders and so <strong>the</strong> two sides<br />
stood toe to toe and battled it out man<br />
to man.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> Etruscans and<br />
Arcadians slowly forced <strong>the</strong>ir way<br />
onto <strong>the</strong> shore and <strong>the</strong> torrent of <strong>the</strong><br />
battle spilled out onto <strong>the</strong> plain,
Pallas saw his Arcadians flying before<br />
<strong>the</strong> Rutulians and tried to inflame<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir valour with prayers and bitter<br />
speeches. 'Whi<strong>the</strong>r are you flying?'<br />
He yelled. 'By your glorious history,<br />
by King Evander's name and <strong>the</strong><br />
victories you have won at his<br />
bidding, I beg you not to trust in<br />
flight. W<strong>here</strong> yonder host of men is<br />
thickest is <strong>the</strong> path to which our noble<br />
country is calling you and I, Pallas,<br />
am <strong>here</strong> to back your arms. No<br />
deities sit heavy on us and we are<br />
pressed only by a mortal foe. Men<br />
who are mortals like us and who<br />
have no more hands or lives than we<br />
do. Look! We are hemmed in by <strong>the</strong><br />
sea and cannot flee so new found<br />
Troy must be our goal.'<br />
This said he ran into <strong>the</strong> midst of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Rutulian foe. The first man he met
was a rustic called Lagus who had<br />
been brought to <strong>the</strong> spot by an unkind<br />
fate. He was bending down to pick<br />
up a stone of enormous weight to<br />
throw at <strong>the</strong> invaders when Pallas<br />
rushed up and drove his spear down<br />
through <strong>the</strong> unprotected back.<br />
Withdrawing his bloodied spear from<br />
<strong>the</strong> dead man's back Pallas turned<br />
and slew ano<strong>the</strong>r Rutulian who was<br />
trying to creep up and surprise him<br />
from behind. His next blow landed<br />
on S<strong>the</strong>nelus and <strong>the</strong>n he killed a man<br />
called Anchemolus of Rhoetus'<br />
ancient line and who, as a youth,<br />
had dared to pollute his<br />
stepmo<strong>the</strong>r's couch. After this, in<br />
his martial frenzy, Pallas killed two<br />
youths who, confused by <strong>the</strong> turmoil<br />
of battle, had been standing with an<br />
empty look in <strong>the</strong>ir eyes and <strong>the</strong>ir
shields hanging by <strong>the</strong>ir side. Both<br />
had become disorientated by <strong>the</strong><br />
turmoil of <strong>the</strong> battle and were trying<br />
to think <strong>the</strong>ir way through <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
confusion when <strong>the</strong> spear of Pallas<br />
robbed <strong>the</strong>m of <strong>the</strong>ir lives and <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
parents of <strong>the</strong>ir beloved children.<br />
Seeing this <strong>the</strong> sons of Arcadia,<br />
stung by <strong>the</strong>ir chief's rebuke and<br />
amazed by <strong>the</strong> number of Rutulians<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir leader had killed so quickly,<br />
were emboldened by shame mingled<br />
with rage and rushed on <strong>the</strong>ir foe.<br />
The Rutulians immediately began to<br />
turn and flee but as Rhoetus came up<br />
in his car to try and stop <strong>the</strong> retreat,<br />
Pallas caught him in <strong>the</strong> chest with<br />
a Rutulian javelin he had picked from<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground. At this a fiery Rutulian<br />
warrior called Halesus, ga<strong>the</strong>red his<br />
men and moved against <strong>the</strong> invaders.
He began by slaying three men and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, with a swipe of his sword he cut<br />
off <strong>the</strong> right arm of Thoas at <strong>the</strong><br />
shoulder and left <strong>the</strong> wounded man<br />
to watch helplessly as <strong>the</strong> life blood<br />
spurted from <strong>the</strong> stump of what had<br />
once been his muscular arm and <strong>the</strong><br />
ga<strong>the</strong>ring darkness engulfed his<br />
brain. After this he killed Etruscan<br />
Lasus who had been hidden in <strong>the</strong><br />
woods by his prophetic sire but, when<br />
<strong>the</strong> old man had closed his<br />
whitening eyes in death, <strong>the</strong><br />
insensitive Fates claimed <strong>the</strong>ir victim<br />
and after putting him on a ship which<br />
sailed with Anaeas, delivered him to<br />
Halesus. But when Pallas saw <strong>the</strong><br />
carnage being wrought by Halesus<br />
he looked over to <strong>the</strong> brimming<br />
river and prayed. 'Grant, Fa<strong>the</strong>r Tiber,<br />
to this spear poised in my hand, a
prosperous passage through Halesus'<br />
hardy breast'<br />
He <strong>the</strong>n launched his spear and<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Tiber guided it through a<br />
weak spot in <strong>the</strong> hides on Halesus'<br />
shield and into <strong>the</strong> warrior's stomach.<br />
But Lausus, whose men had kept<br />
many of <strong>the</strong> invaders hemmed in by<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea, would not allow his troops to<br />
be dismayed by <strong>the</strong> hero's dreadful<br />
carnage. First he slew Abas who had<br />
had <strong>the</strong> courage to meet him face to<br />
face and he followed this by sending<br />
many Arcadians and Etruscans down<br />
in death. He also sent down to Pluto's<br />
Halls some of <strong>the</strong> Trojans whom <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaians had tried but failed to kill.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> armies clashed and <strong>the</strong><br />
battle raged with victory and defeat<br />
on both sides, Pallas made his way<br />
to w<strong>here</strong> Lausus and his men were
happily killing <strong>the</strong> invading<br />
warriors. Both were of <strong>the</strong> same age<br />
and equally fair in form, but keen<br />
though <strong>the</strong>y were to meet in combat,<br />
destiny had decided each man's fate<br />
long before <strong>the</strong> battle started.<br />
Consequently, as <strong>the</strong> two youths<br />
faced each o<strong>the</strong>r, King Turnus forced<br />
his chariot through <strong>the</strong> ranks and as<br />
soon as he came up to Lausus he said.<br />
'You may rest from battle now as I<br />
alone am coming against Pallas. The<br />
son of King Evander is mine and<br />
mine alone and I only wish his sire<br />
was <strong>here</strong> to see us fight.'<br />
At this Lausus fell back among<br />
<strong>the</strong> massed ranks of his men and<br />
King Turnus, after jumping down<br />
from his chariot, stepped out into<br />
<strong>the</strong> intervening space. However, as<br />
<strong>the</strong> Rutulians withdrew, <strong>the</strong> young
Pallas, surprised by this change in <strong>the</strong><br />
situation, gazed with astonishment on<br />
<strong>the</strong> giant King Turnus and rolled his<br />
eyes over <strong>the</strong> muscular, well formed<br />
frame. But instead of retreating he<br />
called out with fiery words which<br />
befitted <strong>the</strong> son of a monarch. 'I shall<br />
soon be famous ei<strong>the</strong>r for <strong>the</strong> kingly<br />
trophies I strip from your carcass<br />
or an illustrious death. But my sire<br />
is equal to ei<strong>the</strong>r event.'<br />
This said, while <strong>the</strong> blood of<br />
<strong>the</strong> watching Arcadians chilled and<br />
curdled in <strong>the</strong>ir hearts, he stepped<br />
forward into <strong>the</strong> middle space.<br />
As soon as he judged his foe to<br />
be within range of his spear Pallas<br />
began <strong>the</strong> fight and hoped that Fortune<br />
would help him in such an unequal<br />
contest. As he poised his spear in his<br />
hand he looked up to <strong>the</strong> sky and
cried. 'Alkides, you saved <strong>the</strong><br />
Arcadians from <strong>the</strong> Cacus and now<br />
I pray you stand by me in this, my<br />
greatest endeavour. Let <strong>the</strong> dying<br />
eyes of King Turnus watch me strip<br />
<strong>the</strong> bloodied arms from his helpless<br />
body.'<br />
But although Alkides heard <strong>the</strong><br />
youth's cry, he stifled a heavy groan<br />
in his breast and wiped away <strong>the</strong><br />
tear which rolled down his cheek.<br />
Then <strong>the</strong> almighty Fa<strong>the</strong>r spoke to<br />
him in kindly words. 'Short and<br />
irretrievable is <strong>the</strong> span of all men's<br />
lives and each has his appointed day.<br />
But to live forever through great<br />
deeds; that is what personal worth<br />
can do. Think of those many sons of<br />
gods who fell beneath Troy's lofty<br />
walls; among whom died even<br />
Sarpedon, my own son. Sad though
you may be, be comforted by <strong>the</strong> fact<br />
that King Turnus has also reached his<br />
allotted span and <strong>the</strong> call of destiny<br />
is waiting for him on <strong>the</strong> battlefield.'<br />
So saying he looked away from<br />
<strong>the</strong> plain and, turning his attention<br />
back to <strong>the</strong> problems of o<strong>the</strong>r races<br />
and tribes, forgot about <strong>the</strong> battle.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> plain below Pallas, with<br />
a mighty effort, hurled his spear. On<br />
flew <strong>the</strong> weapon and, striking <strong>the</strong><br />
edge of King Turnus' shield, forced<br />
its way through <strong>the</strong> hides and grazed<br />
<strong>the</strong> neck of <strong>the</strong> mighty warrior.<br />
King Turnus was startled by <strong>the</strong><br />
unexpected closeness of death and<br />
involuntarily swore that in <strong>the</strong> future<br />
he would take more care when<br />
battling youths, even if, when<br />
compared to his size and build,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y did look puny and insignificant.
Recovering his composure, he<br />
balanced his spear in his hand and<br />
drawing back his arm, hurled it at<br />
Pallas with <strong>the</strong>se words. 'See whe<strong>the</strong>r<br />
my aim is not surer.'<br />
But w<strong>here</strong>as King Turnus had<br />
arrogantly scorned <strong>the</strong> spear of<br />
Pallas, Pallas tried to keep his eye<br />
on <strong>the</strong> approaching missile. Alas, he<br />
lost sight of it in <strong>the</strong> sun and, not<br />
knowing which way to dodge, he<br />
lifted up his shield and hoped that<br />
Turnus had made a bad cast. But as<br />
<strong>the</strong> heavy spear descended from <strong>the</strong><br />
glare of <strong>the</strong> sun, it crashed into Pallas'<br />
shield with tremendous force and<br />
after forcing its way through <strong>the</strong><br />
three stout hides, it forced its way<br />
though <strong>the</strong> cuirass and sank into <strong>the</strong><br />
youth's breast behind. Although<br />
made almost insensible by <strong>the</strong>
linding pain which suddenly<br />
engulfed him, Pallas grasped <strong>the</strong><br />
spear and tried to pull it from his<br />
chest but, as he tugged at it, <strong>the</strong><br />
strength vanished from his knees<br />
and he collapsed onto <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
Walking up and standing over his<br />
victim King Turnus glorified in his<br />
victory over a man who, in truth, was<br />
still little more than a boy. 'Men of<br />
Arcady,' he cried, 'take heed and<br />
carry my words to your king. I send<br />
back his son as he deserves and if<br />
<strong>the</strong>re be any honour in a tomb or any<br />
solace in a burial, let him take it<br />
freely for soon Anaeas and <strong>the</strong> rest<br />
of his Trojans will be joining this<br />
youth in death.'<br />
Putting his left foot on <strong>the</strong> body<br />
he pulled his spear from <strong>the</strong> lifeless<br />
form and, after tucking <strong>the</strong> gaily
coloured scarf into his belt, he<br />
began stripping <strong>the</strong> dead Pallas of<br />
his jewelled belt and armour. But<br />
blind are <strong>the</strong> eyes of men to destiny<br />
and <strong>the</strong> doom to be and so <strong>the</strong>y fail<br />
to know <strong>the</strong>ir limits for, despite his<br />
arrogance, King Turnus would soon<br />
see <strong>the</strong> day when he would have paid<br />
a high price for Pallas alive and<br />
unharmed and would hate <strong>the</strong> spoils<br />
he had won in that uneven contest.<br />
But for <strong>the</strong> moment, <strong>the</strong> Arcadians,<br />
with many a groan and tear, left King<br />
Turnus to his glory and when he had<br />
finished, <strong>the</strong>y picked up <strong>the</strong> naked<br />
body of <strong>the</strong>ir chief, placed it on a<br />
makeshift bier and carried it<br />
mournfully away from <strong>the</strong> battle.<br />
When Anaeas heard about <strong>the</strong><br />
death of Pallas he realized that his<br />
army was but a hands breadth from
defeat and that he had to succour his<br />
distraught men. Consequently, with<br />
sword and spear in hand he rushed<br />
<strong>the</strong> Rutulians and savagely cut down<br />
all who stood in his way. He was<br />
seeking King Turnus so he could<br />
avenge <strong>the</strong> death of Pallas but he also<br />
knew that only way to rally his<br />
disheartened army was to litter <strong>the</strong><br />
ground with Rutulian dead.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, one of his first acts was<br />
to capture eight youths so he might<br />
offer <strong>the</strong>m as victims to <strong>the</strong> dead<br />
Pallas and sprinkle his funeral flames<br />
with <strong>the</strong>ir blood. As soon as he had<br />
sent <strong>the</strong> bound captives to <strong>the</strong> rear<br />
he returned to <strong>the</strong> fight and launched<br />
his spear at a Rutulian called Magus.<br />
But Magus deftly dodged beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
flying missile and running forward,<br />
clasped his attacker by <strong>the</strong> knees and,
while looking humbly down at <strong>the</strong><br />
ground, uttered words of suppliance.<br />
'On your dead fa<strong>the</strong>r's soul,' he cried,<br />
'and <strong>the</strong> dawning promise of your son,<br />
I pray you to spare my poor life for<br />
both my own son and fa<strong>the</strong>r. I have<br />
a lofty palace and deep in its vaults lie<br />
talents of chased silver and masses<br />
of gold; both wrought and unwrought.<br />
How much of a difference can a<br />
single life make? Spare me I will give<br />
you all that I possess.'<br />
'You wealth,' Anaeas replied<br />
heartlessly, 'now belongs to your son<br />
because your own king put an end to<br />
chivalry when he slew young Pallas<br />
in an unequal contest. As for <strong>the</strong><br />
ghost of my fa<strong>the</strong>r and my son, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
speak <strong>the</strong>ir thoughts through me.'<br />
So saying he drove his spear<br />
into <strong>the</strong> back of <strong>the</strong> man who knelt
efore him and without stopping to<br />
strip <strong>the</strong> corpse, went in search of<br />
more Rutulians to kill. His next<br />
victim was a priest of both Phoebus<br />
and Trivia whose head was covered<br />
with <strong>the</strong> sacred band and whose<br />
armour was bedecked with golden<br />
talismans for luck. It was easy for<br />
Anaeas to kill this man who seemed<br />
to depend more on his lucky<br />
talismans than his own martial<br />
fervour and, after stripping <strong>the</strong> corpse<br />
of its valuables, he gave <strong>the</strong>m to<br />
Serestus to carry out of <strong>the</strong> battle.<br />
Emboldened by <strong>the</strong> successes of<br />
Anaeas Caeculus, who was of<br />
Vulcan's line, rallied his men and<br />
rushing into <strong>the</strong> melee himself, put<br />
forth all his violence against <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulians. He began by using his<br />
sword to cut off <strong>the</strong> right hand of a
man before sinking its point into his<br />
stomach. This foe had uttered many<br />
a haughty boast and, holding out his<br />
right hand, had proclaimed it was <strong>the</strong><br />
hand which would turn his words<br />
into reality. But before he had had a<br />
chance to make good on his boasts,<br />
Caeculus first robbed him of his hand<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n of his life. After<br />
withdrawing his bloodied blade from<br />
<strong>the</strong> dead man's stomach Caeculus<br />
brutally hacked off his head and held<br />
it up for all to see. 'Well, doughty<br />
follower of King Turnus,' he cried.<br />
'What was that you were saying?'<br />
At this his men burst into<br />
laughter and Caeculus, still looking up<br />
at <strong>the</strong> severed head from which<br />
copious amounts of blood continued<br />
to flow, continued. 'Never shall your<br />
tender mo<strong>the</strong>r give you burial or pile
your fa<strong>the</strong>r's tomb above your limbs.<br />
No, I will leave you <strong>here</strong> to feed <strong>the</strong><br />
wild dogs and carrion birds of<br />
Ausonia or else I might decide to<br />
throw your body into <strong>the</strong> river so <strong>the</strong><br />
hungry fish can nibble your wounds.'<br />
Then hurling <strong>the</strong> head high into<br />
<strong>the</strong> air so it could be seen by as many<br />
Rutulians as possible, he went in<br />
search of Antaeus and Lucas; two of<br />
King Turnus' best men and also <strong>the</strong><br />
gallant Numa and Camers, <strong>the</strong> sons<br />
of noble Volscens who had reigned<br />
over voiceless Amyclae and had been<br />
<strong>the</strong> wealthiest man in <strong>the</strong> land of<br />
Ausonia. But as Caeculus killed<br />
Rutulians in one part of <strong>the</strong> field<br />
Anaeas killed <strong>the</strong>m in ano<strong>the</strong>r and at<br />
that moment he was advancing<br />
against a Rutulian driving a four<br />
horsed chariot. But as soon as <strong>the</strong>y
saw his lofty stride and fierce<br />
gestures <strong>the</strong> horses started to back<br />
away from Anaeas and this upset <strong>the</strong><br />
light car and tumbled its master onto<br />
ground w<strong>here</strong>upon Anaeas ran up<br />
and drove his spear into <strong>the</strong> fallen<br />
man's stomach. Just at that moment<br />
two bro<strong>the</strong>rs drove <strong>the</strong>ir chariot into<br />
<strong>the</strong> Etruscan and Arcadian midst and<br />
whilst one guided <strong>the</strong> steeds, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
laid about him with his great sword.<br />
But Anaeas, undaunted by <strong>the</strong> fury<br />
of this assault coldly watched <strong>the</strong><br />
chariot approach and when <strong>the</strong> man<br />
wielding <strong>the</strong> sword saw him he<br />
shouted. 'These are not <strong>the</strong> steeds<br />
Diomedes stole from you and nor is<br />
this Achilles' chariot. Nor, for that<br />
matter, are we on <strong>the</strong> plains of Ilios<br />
and so your life must now end <strong>here</strong><br />
on Ausonian ground.'
Such were his words as he waved<br />
his sword and made ready to remove<br />
Anaeas' head from his shoulders. But<br />
<strong>the</strong> chief of <strong>the</strong> Trojans chose to<br />
answer him with immediate violence<br />
ra<strong>the</strong>r than words and so hurling<br />
his spear, he caught his attacker in<br />
<strong>the</strong> groin and tumbled him onto <strong>the</strong><br />
ground. Then Anaeas spoke to <strong>the</strong><br />
dying man with words of gall. 'So, all<br />
those brave words and now you lie<br />
dying on <strong>the</strong> ground? These horses<br />
are certainly not as fine as <strong>the</strong> ones<br />
Diomedes stole from me, but for <strong>the</strong><br />
time being I'll be happy to make use<br />
of <strong>the</strong>m.'<br />
With <strong>the</strong>se words he laid hold<br />
of <strong>the</strong> bridles while <strong>the</strong> wretched<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r timidly climbed down from<br />
<strong>the</strong> car and threw himself on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground in front of Anaeas. 'Brave
hero of Troy,' he cried, 'by <strong>the</strong><br />
parents who gave you such greatness<br />
at birth, let my prayers find a place<br />
in your heart and spare this poor life.'<br />
But Anaeas cut short his<br />
entreaties. 'Not such were <strong>the</strong> words<br />
of your bro<strong>the</strong>r a moment ago, so die<br />
and forsake not your bro<strong>the</strong>r as a<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r should.'<br />
So saying he drove his bloodthirsting<br />
spear into his suppliant's<br />
back.<br />
Such was <strong>the</strong> carnage that<br />
Caeculus and Anaeas dealt out to <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulians as <strong>the</strong>y stormed through<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir ranks like a violent tempest that<br />
<strong>the</strong> Rutulians began to retreat before<br />
<strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong> beleaguered prisoners<br />
were at last able burst out of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
encampment and join in <strong>the</strong> fray.<br />
But on Mount Olympus, as <strong>the</strong>
attle began to turn against <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians, Jove went to his wife and<br />
addressed her thus. 'Sister and<br />
sweetest wife in one, your judgment<br />
is never at fault. It is Venus and<br />
<strong>the</strong> armour of Vulcan which upholds<br />
<strong>the</strong> power of <strong>the</strong> Trojans ra<strong>the</strong>r than<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir keen right hands and <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
courageous souls which brave every<br />
peril.'<br />
'Why my fairest lord,' replied<br />
Juno meekly, 'must you torment a<br />
spirit which quails before your every<br />
word? Had but our love <strong>the</strong> force it<br />
once had, <strong>the</strong>re is one thing you would<br />
not deny me. Almighty as you are,<br />
you have <strong>the</strong> power to withdraw<br />
young King Turnus from <strong>the</strong> fight and<br />
preserve him in safety for Daunus his<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r. But it seems you intend to let<br />
him perish and glut <strong>the</strong> Trojan desire
for vengeance with his innocent<br />
blood. Yet, like Anaeas, he draws his<br />
name from our lineage and Pilumnus,<br />
his grandsire's grandsire, never failed<br />
to load your temple with <strong>the</strong> finest<br />
offerings.'<br />
'If it is your wish,' replied <strong>the</strong><br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Gods and Men, 'that <strong>the</strong><br />
doomed youth is given a respite from<br />
his present destiny, <strong>the</strong>n I give you<br />
permission to snatch him from <strong>the</strong><br />
death which searches for him on <strong>the</strong><br />
battlefield. Thus far is <strong>the</strong>re room<br />
for compliance but if any deeper<br />
intent is hidden under <strong>the</strong>se prayers<br />
of yours and you feel that by saving<br />
King Turnus you can alter <strong>the</strong> course<br />
of <strong>the</strong> war, you are nursing an empty<br />
hope.'<br />
With a bewildered look in her<br />
eyes, Juno answered. 'What if your
heart were to grant what your tongue<br />
denies and you secretly plan to let<br />
King Turnus live a long life? As it is,<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r a heavy doom hangs over his<br />
guiltless head or you, for reasons of<br />
your own, are deluding me. But how<br />
can you, you who can change <strong>the</strong><br />
course of destiny with a mere nod of<br />
your head, make me <strong>the</strong> sport of your<br />
lying terrors?'<br />
But without waiting for a reply<br />
Juno set off from Mount Olympus<br />
and raced down to <strong>the</strong> Ausonian plain.<br />
T<strong>here</strong>, as goddesses may, she took<br />
on <strong>the</strong> form and likeness of<br />
Anaeas and counterfeited <strong>the</strong> armour<br />
and shield of Vulcan and also <strong>the</strong><br />
helmet with its fine crest. Then<br />
moving to a place w<strong>here</strong> King Turnus<br />
could see her she goaded him by<br />
brandishing her weapons and, in a
voice like that of Anaeas, yelled<br />
insults at him. In his anger at <strong>the</strong><br />
insults Turnus hurled his spear and<br />
when he thought he saw Anaeas<br />
flying in retreat, he snatched from<br />
his soul an empty hope. 'Whi<strong>the</strong>r so<br />
fast?' he cried. 'T<strong>here</strong>'s no need for<br />
you to leave your bridal land as this<br />
hand of mine shall make you a part of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Italian soil you have sought for<br />
so long.'<br />
Waving his sword and with loud<br />
shouts he chased after <strong>the</strong> phantom.<br />
It chanced that just <strong>the</strong>n, moored to<br />
<strong>the</strong> edge of <strong>the</strong> river was a ship with<br />
its gangplank let down. It was <strong>the</strong> one<br />
which had brought King Osinius from<br />
<strong>the</strong> borders of Clusium and it was to<br />
<strong>here</strong> that <strong>the</strong> semblance of Anaeas<br />
flew for shelter. King Turnus,<br />
bounding over all obstacles,
followed as rapidly he could but as<br />
soon as his feet touched <strong>the</strong> deck<br />
of <strong>the</strong> ship, Saturn's daughter broke<br />
<strong>the</strong> moorings and swept <strong>the</strong> craft out<br />
into <strong>the</strong> middle of <strong>the</strong> river w<strong>here</strong> it<br />
was caught by <strong>the</strong> receding tide.<br />
Anaeas, meanwhile, was still on <strong>the</strong><br />
plain claiming combat with his absent<br />
foe and sending down in death many<br />
an Ausonian who crossed his path.<br />
But on <strong>the</strong> ship, his airy phantom<br />
sought shelter no longer and while<br />
King Turnus searched under <strong>the</strong><br />
benches and piles of sail and rigging<br />
for Anaeas, it soared up into <strong>the</strong> sky<br />
and blended with <strong>the</strong> murky clouds<br />
above. But King Turnus, after<br />
searching everyw<strong>here</strong> for Anaeas,<br />
finally realized that he had been<br />
tricked and also that <strong>the</strong> ship was in<br />
<strong>the</strong> middle of <strong>the</strong> river and for this he
was unthankful. Gazing longingly<br />
back at <strong>the</strong> plains he raised his hands<br />
and addressed his voice to <strong>the</strong> sky.<br />
'Almighty sire!' He cried. 'Hast thou<br />
judged me worthy of such an<br />
infliction and sentenced me to this<br />
depth of suffering? Whi<strong>the</strong>r am I<br />
bound? What is this curse which is<br />
bearing me out to sea and what kind<br />
of coward does it make of me? Shall<br />
I look again on Laurentum's camp<br />
and city? What of <strong>the</strong> warriors who<br />
followed me and my standard?<br />
Have I left <strong>the</strong>m all to <strong>the</strong>ir deaths?<br />
Is that <strong>the</strong>m I now see scattered in<br />
rout while <strong>the</strong>ir dying shrieks are<br />
wafted over to me on <strong>the</strong> warm wind<br />
from <strong>the</strong> plain? What can I do? What<br />
lowest depth of <strong>the</strong> earth will accept<br />
me now? Nay, do your winds not<br />
have <strong>the</strong> compassion to dash me and
this vessel on a rock or lodge it on<br />
a sandbank from w<strong>here</strong> I can return to<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle with no one knowing of my<br />
shame?'<br />
As he shouted his mind swayed<br />
from side to side as he tried to decide<br />
on whe<strong>the</strong>r to impale himself on his<br />
sword or fling himself, with all his<br />
armour, into <strong>the</strong> water and try to<br />
swim for <strong>the</strong> shore so he could place<br />
himself once more amongst <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan spears. Thrice he tried to<br />
jump into <strong>the</strong> water but thrice mighty<br />
Juno, out of great pity, held him back<br />
while at her command, <strong>the</strong> Zephyrs<br />
bore <strong>the</strong> ship safely to <strong>the</strong> ancient<br />
town of Daunus and his sire.<br />
Meanwhile, prompted by Mars,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Cruel Mezentius took up <strong>the</strong> war<br />
and charged <strong>the</strong> triumphant Trojans<br />
with his men. But in <strong>the</strong>ir hate for
<strong>the</strong> brutal king <strong>the</strong> whole Etruscan,<br />
Arcadian and Trojan host flocked<br />
to <strong>the</strong> spot and bending all <strong>the</strong>ir fury,<br />
fought back as one man. But even as<br />
a rock which juts out of <strong>the</strong> mighty<br />
deep remains unshaken when it is<br />
attacked by <strong>the</strong> roaring winds and<br />
raging sea, Mezentius stood unmoved<br />
against <strong>the</strong> forces arranged against<br />
him and killed three men. One he hit<br />
in <strong>the</strong> face with a great rock which<br />
today would take at least two men to<br />
lift and <strong>the</strong> two o<strong>the</strong>rs he pierced<br />
with his bronze-headed spear. Then,<br />
after stripping all three of <strong>the</strong>ir arms<br />
he gave <strong>the</strong>m to his son Lausus so<br />
that captured Trojan crests could<br />
adorn both his and his son's head.<br />
After this he killed a Trojan called<br />
Euan<strong>the</strong>s and also one called Mimas<br />
who had been a playmate of Prince
Paris. Mimas had been born by<br />
Theano to Amycus on <strong>the</strong> same day<br />
that Paris had entered <strong>the</strong> world but<br />
w<strong>here</strong>as Paris now slept beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
ruins of Troy, Mimas found his rest<br />
on Italy's unknown shore. After this,<br />
despite <strong>the</strong>ir warlike cries, none of <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans, Etruscans or Arcadians had<br />
<strong>the</strong> courage to come near Mezentius<br />
and so chose to attack him from afar<br />
with slings, arrows and javelins<br />
while he, undaunted by <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
missiles, moved among his men<br />
and encouraged <strong>the</strong>m to fight.<br />
However, when Mezentius saw Acron<br />
from Corythus who had left his bride<br />
to come to <strong>the</strong> war in <strong>the</strong> pride of his<br />
crimson plumage and <strong>the</strong> purple of his<br />
bride's family and also with his<br />
nuptials still uncelebrated, he joyfully<br />
raced in among his foe and brought
<strong>the</strong> ill-starred Acron to <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
Nor did he hesitate to turn and strike<br />
down ano<strong>the</strong>r who had been standing<br />
next to him. He met this man who was<br />
as gigantic as he face to face, as a<br />
warrior should, and prevailed not by<br />
strength but by skill. Then, with his<br />
foot on <strong>the</strong> fallen body he put his<br />
hand on <strong>the</strong> lance which protruded<br />
from his foe's stomach and turning to<br />
his men he cried. 'See, gallants! My<br />
spear has feasted on a hero of <strong>the</strong><br />
enemy.'<br />
His Ausonian comrades<br />
immediately raised a great cheer but<br />
<strong>the</strong> dying man retorted. 'Whoever<br />
you are, your victorious boasting<br />
shall not go unavenged because before<br />
long your lifeless corpse shall also lie<br />
on this ground.'<br />
'Be silent and die.' Answered
Mezentius. 'Only <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Gods<br />
and Men will decide on w<strong>here</strong> my life<br />
is to end.'<br />
So saying he pulled his javelin<br />
from <strong>the</strong> body and allowed Death<br />
to curtain <strong>the</strong> eyes of his victim<br />
in everlasting night.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> battle continued to rage<br />
<strong>the</strong> War God's heavy hand began<br />
dealing out death to both sides in<br />
equal measure. Warriors on both<br />
sides were killing and being killed.<br />
But it wasn't long before <strong>the</strong> gods on<br />
Olympus turned <strong>the</strong>ir attention once<br />
more to <strong>the</strong> battlefield and looked<br />
with pity on <strong>the</strong> carnage and <strong>the</strong> fact<br />
that men were killing men for <strong>the</strong><br />
ownership of Italy. That men doomed<br />
to die should suffer so terribly<br />
before descending into <strong>the</strong> ne<strong>the</strong>r<br />
world was something which struck
even <strong>the</strong> gods as an unfairness of<br />
human life. Venus was sitting next<br />
to Saturnian Juno and toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y<br />
watched as <strong>the</strong> thousands below<br />
struggled with each o<strong>the</strong>r for<br />
dominance. But as <strong>the</strong> gods watched,<br />
news of Mezentius and <strong>the</strong><br />
destruction he was dealing out was<br />
carried to Anaeas and so Anaeas<br />
rushed to face him.<br />
When Mezentius heard that<br />
Anaeas had determined to challenge<br />
him and was making his way through<br />
<strong>the</strong> throng, he laughed out loud and<br />
standing like a great oak which towers<br />
above all <strong>the</strong> trees which surround<br />
it, he waited patiently for his foe to<br />
arrive. 'Now,' he cried as soon as<br />
Anaeas came within range of his<br />
spear, 'let my right hand and <strong>the</strong> gods<br />
I worship guide this spear into <strong>the</strong>
chest of <strong>the</strong> invader and I vow that<br />
Lausus my son shall wear <strong>the</strong><br />
beautiful armour of Anaeas.'<br />
So saying he hurled his spear<br />
but, after flying through <strong>the</strong> air, it<br />
glanced off <strong>the</strong> top of Anaeas' shield<br />
and struck <strong>the</strong> noble Antores in <strong>the</strong><br />
chest. The ill-fated Antores, killed<br />
by a weapon meant for ano<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
gazed up in surprise at <strong>the</strong> sky and,<br />
as his eyes slowly began to glaze<br />
over, his knees slowly buckled<br />
beneath him. Angered by <strong>the</strong> death of<br />
a friend Anaeas retaliated by hurling<br />
his spear with all <strong>the</strong> force he could<br />
muster and, after flying through <strong>the</strong><br />
air, his heavy shaft struck <strong>the</strong> shield<br />
of Mezentius and forced its way<br />
through <strong>the</strong> strong hides, <strong>the</strong> stout<br />
corselet which protected <strong>the</strong> lower<br />
part of his body and lodged deep in
his thigh. Seeing blood flow down<br />
his enemy's leg Anaeas gave a<br />
triumphant shout and drawing his<br />
sword from its scabbard, rushed up<br />
to finish <strong>the</strong> task his spear had begun.<br />
But as soon as Lausus saw what<br />
had happened he gave a loud shout<br />
and moved in to protect his fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
and so, as Anaeas brought his<br />
sword down on <strong>the</strong> head of Mezentius<br />
with all his force, Lausus met <strong>the</strong><br />
shock of <strong>the</strong> blade with his own and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n pushed <strong>the</strong> surprised Anaeas<br />
away from his fallen fa<strong>the</strong>r. As soon<br />
as he had recovered from his surprise<br />
Anaeas turned to face Lausus but as<br />
he did so, Mezentius, dragging his<br />
injured leg behind him, staggered<br />
hurriedly from <strong>the</strong> field. As Lausus<br />
continued to shelter his fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
retreat with his body, Anaeas' anger
ose in his breast. But because of<br />
<strong>the</strong> volleys of spears <strong>the</strong><br />
surrounding Rutulians kept hurling at<br />
him, he could do nothing except<br />
hide behind his shield. Even as<br />
when a sudden burst of hail sweeps<br />
down from a storm cloud and every<br />
man in <strong>the</strong> open seeks some shelter to<br />
hide behind until <strong>the</strong> returning sun<br />
allows him to continue on his way, so<br />
Anaeas hid behind his shield and<br />
waited until <strong>the</strong> Rutulian artillery was<br />
spent. Then in his anger at having<br />
been deprived of his victory he<br />
chided Lausus. 'Whi<strong>the</strong>r are you<br />
rushing,' he said coldly, 'with aims<br />
beyond your strength young man? It<br />
seems your duteous heart has blinded<br />
your mind and your valour has<br />
become reckless.'<br />
Yet despite this and <strong>the</strong> fact that
his fa<strong>the</strong>r was now safely out of<br />
Anaeas' reach, instead of retreating<br />
back into <strong>the</strong> massed ranks of <strong>the</strong><br />
Rutulians behind him, Lausus stood<br />
firm and at this arrogance Anaeas'<br />
fury knew no bounds. Holding<br />
Vulcan's great shield in front of him<br />
he smashed it into <strong>the</strong> shield of <strong>the</strong><br />
younger and smaller man with just<br />
enough force to send him staggering<br />
backwards. But as Lausus staggered<br />
backwards he unthinkingly opened<br />
out his arms to try maintain his<br />
balance and at this Anaeas ran<br />
forward and sank his blade into <strong>the</strong><br />
boy's unprotected stomach.<br />
However, when <strong>the</strong> son of Anchises<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> look and countenance of <strong>the</strong><br />
dying youth who vainly clutched at<br />
his shoulder before sinking slowly to<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground, he groaned heavily and
pity tore at his heart. 'What now<br />
hapless boy?' He said looking down<br />
on <strong>the</strong> lifeless body. 'What should I<br />
give a young man with a heart like<br />
yours?' Then after pausing for a<br />
moment he continued: 'Let <strong>the</strong> arms<br />
which your fa<strong>the</strong>r took from a<br />
Trojan and in which you took pride<br />
be yours forever and I will also allow<br />
you to be given a warrior's funeral; if<br />
that be aught to you now? This at<br />
least, and <strong>the</strong> fact you were laid low<br />
by a king's hand shall perhaps, in<br />
some small way, make up for <strong>the</strong><br />
sadness of your death.'<br />
Then without more ado he turned<br />
to <strong>the</strong> dead man's comrades and<br />
chided <strong>the</strong>m for <strong>the</strong>ir slackness. But<br />
before <strong>the</strong>y had a chance to respond<br />
he bent down and, lifting <strong>the</strong>ir young<br />
chief from <strong>the</strong> earth, gently laid him
out in <strong>the</strong> dignity of death.<br />
Meanwhile Mezentius was at <strong>the</strong><br />
river's edge having his wound<br />
washed with water and, in an effort<br />
to give ease to his tortured frame,<br />
he was leaning against a tree with his<br />
captured Trojan helmet hanging from<br />
a bough above his head and his heavy<br />
armour on <strong>the</strong> ground by his feet.<br />
Round him stood his bravest<br />
warriors and he, sick and panting,<br />
was rubbing his neck in an effort to<br />
relieve <strong>the</strong> pain whilst his flowing<br />
beard, streaked with grime and<br />
sweat, hung down over his bosom.<br />
Anxious about his son he sent a<br />
messenger to call him from <strong>the</strong><br />
battlefield and bring him to his side<br />
but just as <strong>the</strong> messenger was<br />
getting ready to depart, Mezentius<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> bier on which Lausus lay
eing brought to him by his weeping<br />
comrades. The wailing told its tale to<br />
that ill-boding heart and as soon as<br />
he knew for certain that his son was<br />
dead, Mezentius reached down to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground and, picking up handfuls of<br />
dirt, he began rubbing it into his face<br />
and head. When <strong>the</strong> bier was finally<br />
placed on <strong>the</strong> ground before him he<br />
clung to <strong>the</strong> lifeless body of his son.<br />
'My son!' He cried. 'My son! How<br />
was it that I was so obsessed with my<br />
love for life that I allowed you, my<br />
own offspring, to face <strong>the</strong> Trojan king<br />
in my stead?' Then looking at his<br />
son's bloodied abdomen he cried. 'Is<br />
this <strong>the</strong> wound which preserved your<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r? Do I live through your death?<br />
Alas! Now at last I know <strong>the</strong> true<br />
misery of loss and what it means to<br />
have a shaft of pain driven into one's
heart. Ay, it was I, my son, who<br />
stained your name with guilt. Driven<br />
by hate I stole <strong>the</strong> throne and realm<br />
of my fa<strong>the</strong>r and <strong>the</strong>n abused <strong>the</strong><br />
people I should have nurtured. But<br />
would now that I had quelled my love<br />
of violence and war and let <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans settle peacefully in our land.<br />
Now I live on and cannot as yet leave<br />
<strong>the</strong> light of this world. But leave it<br />
I will!'<br />
So saying he raised himself on<br />
his injured leg and though <strong>the</strong> sudden<br />
blinding pain from his wound caused<br />
his strength flag, he called for his<br />
chariot in a proud and commanding<br />
voice. This was ever his glory and<br />
his solace and pulled by his steed,<br />
Rhaebus, it had carried him<br />
victorious from every battlefield in<br />
<strong>the</strong> past. When <strong>the</strong> chariot was
ought before him he first went up<br />
and nuzzled <strong>the</strong> head of his beloved<br />
horse before speaking to him in soft<br />
and loving tones. 'Long have we<br />
both lived,' he said, 'if aught be long<br />
to those who live upon this earth and<br />
must one day die. But today you shall<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r bear me back in victory while I<br />
hold <strong>the</strong> head of King Anaeas for all<br />
to see or else, if our force is not<br />
enough to achieve that aim, we will<br />
lie down toge<strong>the</strong>r in death for I know<br />
that you, my gallant one, would never<br />
stoop to a stranger's bidding or<br />
endure a Trojan lord.'<br />
This said he mounted his chariot<br />
and picking up <strong>the</strong> reins in one hand,<br />
he grasped a pointed javelin in <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r. Armed in this manner he drove<br />
with all speed towards <strong>the</strong> battle and<br />
when he arrived, with his heart
glowing at once with both shame<br />
and madness, he whipped his horse<br />
again and charged into <strong>the</strong> midst of<br />
his foe. After quickly killing three<br />
Arcadians he thrice called on Anaeas<br />
with a loud voice and Anaeas,<br />
hearing him, prayed in ecstasy. 'May<br />
<strong>the</strong> great fa<strong>the</strong>r of <strong>the</strong> gods,' he cried,<br />
'and royal Apollo grant that Mezentius<br />
falls to me in this encounter!'<br />
Brandishing his spear he marched<br />
boldly forward to meet <strong>the</strong> hated<br />
king. But when he saw Anaeas and<br />
his warlike gestures Mezentius<br />
called. 'Why try to terrify me, fiercest<br />
of foes, now that you have robbed me<br />
of my son? That was <strong>the</strong> only way<br />
by which anyone could have worked<br />
my ruin. But now you should<br />
beware for I fear not death and will<br />
no longer pray to any deity. But
enough! I am coming to ei<strong>the</strong>r kill you<br />
or die.'<br />
Hurling his javelin at his enemy<br />
he <strong>the</strong>n wheeled his chariot round in<br />
a tight circle and picked up ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
from <strong>the</strong> floor of his car which he sent<br />
unerringly on its way. Three times he<br />
did this but each time Vulcan's sturdy<br />
shield held <strong>the</strong> darts. Then three more<br />
times Mezentius wheeled his chariot<br />
and attacked Anaeas but although <strong>the</strong><br />
darts flew with power and accuracy<br />
from his experienced hands, three<br />
more times <strong>the</strong> hero of Troy stopped<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with his great shield. Eventually<br />
Anaeas began to tire of plucking darts<br />
from his shield and felt a need to<br />
retaliate. But although wounded,<br />
Mezentius was an experienced<br />
warrior and well knew how to keep up<br />
<strong>the</strong> pressure and make it difficult for
an opponent to attack him and so<br />
Anaeas began to find himself feeling<br />
uneasy and doubtful about <strong>the</strong><br />
outcome of <strong>the</strong> contest. But at last,<br />
as Mezentius wheeled his chariot<br />
around for ano<strong>the</strong>r cast, he wheeled<br />
in too wide a circle and this gave<br />
Anaeas a chance to spring from<br />
behind <strong>the</strong> cover of his shield and hurl<br />
his spear into <strong>the</strong> neck of <strong>the</strong> chariot's<br />
steed. The gallant beast reared up<br />
on his hind legs and, in his death<br />
agonies, lashed <strong>the</strong> air with his<br />
forelocks. This in turn upended <strong>the</strong><br />
light car and tumbled <strong>the</strong> wounded<br />
Mezentius out onto <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
w<strong>here</strong>upon <strong>the</strong> Trojan king drew his<br />
sword and ran up to <strong>the</strong> fallen chief.<br />
'W<strong>here</strong> now,' he cried, 'is <strong>the</strong> fierce<br />
Mezentius and his savage spirit?'<br />
'Insulting foe,' cried <strong>the</strong> Tuscan
lord when he had recovered his wits.<br />
'Why menace me with death? You<br />
may kill me without crime. I came<br />
not into this battle to be spared; only<br />
to kill or be killed. But one boon I<br />
do ask in <strong>the</strong> name of thy grace, if<br />
any <strong>the</strong>re be, which is due to a<br />
vanquished enemy. I beg that you<br />
suffer my corpse to be interred for<br />
I well know that <strong>the</strong> hatred of my<br />
subjects is blazing all round me. So<br />
screen me, I pray, from <strong>the</strong>ir fury and<br />
vouchsafe me a share in <strong>the</strong> tomb<br />
of my son.'<br />
So saying he welcomed <strong>the</strong><br />
sword which Anaeas thrust into his<br />
throat and allowed <strong>the</strong> glistening<br />
blood to flow across his chest in<br />
broad red streams.
Book XI<br />
On <strong>the</strong> next day, as <strong>the</strong> Goddess of<br />
Dawn rose from into <strong>the</strong> sky and<br />
began lifting <strong>the</strong> dew from <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
Anaeas looked with horror on <strong>the</strong><br />
plain which was littered with <strong>the</strong><br />
bodies of <strong>the</strong> slaughtered. But<br />
although overwhelmed by a need to<br />
have his dead comrades buried, he<br />
first gave thanks to heaven for his<br />
victory and on a mound next to a giant<br />
oak, he set up a trophy to<br />
commemorate his success and next to<br />
it he placed <strong>the</strong> blood spattered<br />
armour, shield and well used<br />
weapons of Mezentius. Turning <strong>the</strong>n<br />
to <strong>the</strong> chiefs who had ga<strong>the</strong>red around<br />
him he said. 'A mighty deed has been
accomplished. When you look upon<br />
this trophy you can dismiss from your<br />
hearts all fears for <strong>the</strong> future. See!'<br />
He said pointing to one of <strong>the</strong> bodies<br />
on <strong>the</strong> plain, 'over <strong>the</strong>re is Mezentius<br />
as my hands have left him and so<br />
now we must march to <strong>the</strong> walls of<br />
Latium. We must not hesitate to take<br />
advantage of our enemy's disorder<br />
and nor must we allow our fain<strong>the</strong>arted<br />
delay us with <strong>the</strong>ir talk of<br />
unnecessary dangers. But first let us<br />
consign our unburied friends to <strong>the</strong><br />
earth and give thanks comrades who<br />
have purchased this land for us with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir blood. We must also send to<br />
Evander's sorrowing town <strong>the</strong> body of<br />
Pallas who, lacking in nought of<br />
manly worth, has been brought down<br />
before his time.'<br />
As thoughts of <strong>the</strong> brave youth
filled his mind Anaeas' eyes filled<br />
with tears and he returned to his tent<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> breathless body had been<br />
laid out and was being watched over<br />
by <strong>the</strong> aged Acoetes, who in <strong>the</strong> old<br />
days had been armour bearer to<br />
Evander, his Arcadian lord, but had<br />
later been appointed guardian of <strong>the</strong><br />
youth he loved. Such had been <strong>the</strong><br />
popularity of Pallas that his corpse<br />
was surrounded by mourners and<br />
when Anaeas entered <strong>the</strong> tent, a<br />
mighty wail went up as <strong>the</strong> mourners<br />
smote <strong>the</strong>ir breasts and put <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
agony into words.<br />
Seeing <strong>the</strong> body of Pallas laid out<br />
in all his youthful beauty and <strong>the</strong> deep<br />
cleft in his chest, Anaeas broke into<br />
tears and cried. 'Can it be, unhappy<br />
boy, that in <strong>the</strong> moment of our<br />
triumph Fortune has robbed you of <strong>the</strong>
ight to look upon my kingdom and<br />
ride victoriously back to your<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r's home? Not such was <strong>the</strong><br />
parting pledge I gave on your behalf<br />
when your fa<strong>the</strong>r clasped me to his<br />
bosom and warned of a foe which<br />
was both fierce and stubborn. Now<br />
he nurtures <strong>the</strong> empty hope of seeing<br />
his son again and is making vows to<br />
heaven while piling <strong>the</strong> altars with<br />
gifts whilst we, we who know <strong>the</strong><br />
truth, are mourning that beloved<br />
son with <strong>the</strong> vain service of our<br />
sorrow. Unlucky fa<strong>the</strong>r! His eyes shall<br />
see what an Ausonian spear has made<br />
of his son. But is this <strong>the</strong> triumph and<br />
proud return we had hoped for?<br />
What happened to my solemn pledge<br />
that I would care for his son?'<br />
Reproaching himself several<br />
times Anaeas wailed his fill and <strong>the</strong>n
gave <strong>the</strong> order for <strong>the</strong> corpse to be<br />
taken to Pallenteum and also sent a<br />
thousand men from his army to attend<br />
<strong>the</strong> last service of woe and also<br />
lend <strong>the</strong>ir countenance to his fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
tears; albeit a scant solace for such<br />
a mighty sorrow.<br />
After <strong>the</strong> body of Pallas had been<br />
placed on <strong>the</strong> specially made bier<br />
and covered with a white shroud, it<br />
was bedecked with green leaves,<br />
beautiful violets and drooping<br />
hyacinths which are so loved by<br />
delicate maidens. This done Anaeas<br />
fetched two garments embroidered<br />
with gold and purple which Queen<br />
Dido had made for him in those<br />
happier days when she had delighted<br />
in toils which pleased her lover.<br />
These he placed on <strong>the</strong> bier and on<br />
top of <strong>the</strong>m he piled <strong>the</strong> weapons
which had been taken from <strong>the</strong><br />
warriors Pallas had killed. After this<br />
he filled several large boxes with<br />
plunder taken from <strong>the</strong> enemy dead<br />
and ordered <strong>the</strong>m taken to <strong>the</strong><br />
youth's fa<strong>the</strong>r. Of <strong>the</strong> youths he had<br />
captured so <strong>the</strong>y could be sacrificed<br />
to <strong>the</strong> prince's spirit, he bound <strong>the</strong><br />
hands of each one behind <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
backs and ordered <strong>the</strong>m to delivered<br />
to Evander so that he could have <strong>the</strong><br />
privilege of cutting <strong>the</strong>ir throats when<br />
he cremated his son. The bier was<br />
<strong>the</strong>n placed in a cart which was still<br />
spattered with Ausonian blood and<br />
<strong>the</strong> procession slowly began to make<br />
its way out of <strong>the</strong> encampment. It<br />
was led by Acoetes who never ceased<br />
marring his breast with blows and<br />
tearing at his face with his nails and<br />
<strong>the</strong> men who followed kept <strong>the</strong>ir
spears pointed downward out of<br />
respect for <strong>the</strong> brave youth who had<br />
fallen to <strong>the</strong> shaft of King Turnus.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> long retinue passed him by<br />
Anaeas stood with his emotions in<br />
tatters and groaning deeply. 'Too<br />
many,' he uttered in a last sorrowful<br />
word of farewell. 'are hunted and<br />
caught by Death on <strong>the</strong> battlefield and<br />
so I bid you hail Pallas and forever<br />
farewell.' Then he turned and went<br />
back into his tent.<br />
Later in <strong>the</strong> afternoon a group of<br />
ambassadors arrived from Latium<br />
with olive branches in <strong>the</strong>ir hands and<br />
begging an act of grace. They<br />
requested <strong>the</strong>y be allowed to bury<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir dead, many of whom still had<br />
<strong>the</strong> weapons which killed <strong>the</strong>m lodged<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir bodies. No man, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
reminded <strong>the</strong> king, wars with <strong>the</strong>
vanquished or those who have left <strong>the</strong><br />
light of day. Consequently <strong>the</strong>y<br />
begged that he show mercy to men he<br />
had once known as his host and<br />
subjects of his bride's fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
The good Anaeas listened to <strong>the</strong><br />
prayers which merited no rebuke and<br />
granted <strong>the</strong>m permission to collect<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir fallen comrades. He <strong>the</strong>n<br />
bespoke <strong>the</strong>m thus. 'What undeserved<br />
misfortune, men of Latium, has<br />
caught you up in a war so terrible and<br />
made you turn against those who<br />
were once your friends? You ask<br />
peace for those on whom <strong>the</strong> War<br />
God's die has fallen but nay! I would<br />
fain grant it to <strong>the</strong> living as well. I<br />
would not be <strong>here</strong> had Fate not<br />
assigned me a portion of this land<br />
as a home and nor would I wage war<br />
against your nation. It was your king
who abandoned our alliance and<br />
sought instead to shelter under <strong>the</strong><br />
warlike banner of King Turnus. But<br />
better would it have been if you now<br />
mourned <strong>the</strong> death of King Turnus.<br />
If he sought to end this war by<br />
strength of arms and to expel us from<br />
Ausonia, duty bade him confront me<br />
man to man so that whichever of us<br />
lived could decide <strong>the</strong> course of<br />
destiny. But go now and bury your<br />
unlucky townsmen and <strong>the</strong>ir friends.'<br />
His speech finished <strong>the</strong><br />
ambassadors stood and gazed at<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r in silence. Then Drances,<br />
<strong>the</strong> eldest by birth and a man who<br />
was ever embroiled in dispute with<br />
<strong>the</strong> youthful King Turnus, spoke up.<br />
'Oh mighty hero of Troy,' he said,<br />
'who has proved his worth by deeds<br />
of bravery: what praise can I utter
which would match you with <strong>the</strong><br />
stars? Shall I first admire your sacred<br />
love of right or <strong>the</strong> toils of your hand<br />
in war? It will be our privilege to<br />
report your answer to our native<br />
town and should any favouring<br />
chance allow, make you <strong>the</strong> friend<br />
once more of King Latinus. Let King<br />
Turnus look for alliances were he<br />
may but it will be our pride to help<br />
you rear <strong>the</strong> massive walls of your<br />
new Troy.'<br />
As he spoke <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
ambassadors nodded <strong>the</strong>ir agreement<br />
and a truce of twelve days was agreed<br />
so that while <strong>the</strong> dead were granted<br />
<strong>the</strong> right to cross <strong>the</strong> waters of <strong>the</strong><br />
Styx on <strong>the</strong> ferryman's barge,<br />
Trojans and Latians could mingle<br />
on <strong>the</strong> plain, in <strong>the</strong> forest or on <strong>the</strong><br />
mountain slopes without fear.
Burial parties from both sides<br />
went to cut wood and <strong>the</strong>ir axes<br />
brought low many tall pines which<br />
had spent <strong>the</strong>ir lives reaching for <strong>the</strong><br />
sky and also many oaks and fragrant<br />
cedars.<br />
But now flying Fame, <strong>the</strong><br />
harbinger of cruel agony, took wing<br />
and filled with her dreadful tidings <strong>the</strong><br />
ears of Evander and his people. But<br />
cruelest of all was <strong>the</strong> fact that only a<br />
few hours previously she had been<br />
proclaiming Pallas a hero and<br />
conqueror of his foe. But now, at this<br />
change of tidings, <strong>the</strong> Arcadians<br />
sorrowfully ga<strong>the</strong>red up <strong>the</strong>ir funeral<br />
torches and streamed out of <strong>the</strong> gates<br />
to meet <strong>the</strong> approaching funeral train<br />
and, as soon as it was within earshot,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y took up <strong>the</strong> wailing and sent <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
cries up to heaven. When <strong>the</strong> bier had
passed <strong>the</strong> long line of downcast<br />
mourners and entered <strong>the</strong> city, <strong>the</strong><br />
matrons in <strong>the</strong>ir homes took up <strong>the</strong><br />
cry and set <strong>the</strong> air ablaze with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
shrieks while no force could hold<br />
Evander back as he rushed to <strong>the</strong> bier<br />
and flung himself upon <strong>the</strong> body of<br />
his son. With choking sobs and tears<br />
streaming down his cheeks he cried.<br />
'No my son! My Pallas! This was<br />
not <strong>the</strong> promise you gave your sire.<br />
You swore you would be cautious and<br />
would ignore <strong>the</strong> lure of <strong>the</strong> War<br />
God's gold. But your desire for <strong>the</strong><br />
glory of battle has brought you low.<br />
Alas for <strong>the</strong> unlucky first fruits of<br />
youth and <strong>the</strong> cruel foretaste of war!<br />
Alas for my vows and prayers which<br />
went unheard by <strong>the</strong> gods! Alas too<br />
for my blessed spouse whom death<br />
has spared <strong>the</strong>se tidings of woe. But
I, who have lived on and triumphed<br />
over <strong>the</strong> years which weigh on my<br />
shoulders, must now suffer this grief<br />
and survive in solitary fa<strong>the</strong>rhood.<br />
Would that I had followed <strong>the</strong><br />
friendly standard of Troy and fallen<br />
in your place to a Rutulian spear!<br />
Would that this funeral train should<br />
have borne me home instead of you!'<br />
King Evander paused for a while<br />
to let his tears flow down onto <strong>the</strong> bier<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n, after ga<strong>the</strong>ring himself,<br />
continued in kingly fashion. 'But for<br />
this I do not blame <strong>the</strong> men of Troy,<br />
<strong>the</strong> treaty we made or <strong>the</strong> hands we<br />
plighted in friendship. This horror is<br />
but what Destiny ordained long ago<br />
as fitting for my old age. If it was<br />
written that my son should die before<br />
his time, it is well that he fell when<br />
leading an Arcadian army and after
having killed many of his enemy.<br />
Nay, my Pallas, Anaeas and his noble<br />
Trojans have given you trophies taken<br />
from all of <strong>the</strong> warriors you sent<br />
down in death and I would wish for<br />
no worthier end and no worthier<br />
honour than that. If but your ages had<br />
been <strong>the</strong> same, proud King Turnus<br />
would not be standing at this<br />
moment. Of that I am certain.'<br />
'But why,' he said turning to some<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Trojans who had accompanied<br />
<strong>the</strong> bier, 'should a misery like mine<br />
hold <strong>the</strong> Trojans back from <strong>the</strong><br />
battle? Go back to your king and tell<br />
him of what I have said and also tell<br />
him that if I still hang on to this hated<br />
life of mine now my Pallas is slain,<br />
it is because of a Trojan hand which<br />
owes <strong>the</strong> debt of a dead King Turnus<br />
to both son and sire. I ask not for
triumph to gild my life, only for<br />
tidings which will ease <strong>the</strong> passage of<br />
my son as he travels down into <strong>the</strong><br />
spectral world.'<br />
As <strong>the</strong> old king wept, back on<br />
<strong>the</strong> plain <strong>the</strong> Trojans and <strong>the</strong>ir allies<br />
busied <strong>the</strong>mselves with <strong>the</strong> burial of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir fallen comrades. Already Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Anaeas and Tarchon had set up <strong>the</strong><br />
funeral pyres along <strong>the</strong> winding shore<br />
and to <strong>the</strong>se <strong>the</strong> bodies of <strong>the</strong> Trojan,<br />
Arcadian and Etruscan slain were<br />
brought. When <strong>the</strong> fires had been lit<br />
and <strong>the</strong> murky smoke began to veil <strong>the</strong><br />
heights of heaven in gloom, <strong>the</strong><br />
mourners, shea<strong>the</strong>d in shining armour,<br />
made <strong>the</strong>ir way three times round <strong>the</strong><br />
lighted pyres and were followed by<br />
<strong>the</strong> charioteers who joined in <strong>the</strong><br />
wailing and sprinkled <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
with <strong>the</strong>ir tears. After this weapons
and armour which had been torn<br />
from <strong>the</strong> enemy dead were flung into<br />
<strong>the</strong> fires and friends brought<br />
personal belongings of <strong>the</strong> fallen<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y also threw into <strong>the</strong> flames.<br />
Meanwhile a large contingent of<br />
warriors disappeared into <strong>the</strong><br />
surrounding country and brought back<br />
many rustled swine and cattle which<br />
<strong>the</strong>y proceeded to sacrifice to <strong>the</strong><br />
gods and when this had been done,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y stood around <strong>the</strong> fires and gazed<br />
sadly into <strong>the</strong> flames which consumed<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir friends. After <strong>the</strong> flames had<br />
died down, <strong>the</strong>y maintained <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
guard and refused to let <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
be torn away until dark night had<br />
rolled round <strong>the</strong> sky and was being<br />
pushed into <strong>the</strong> western gloom by <strong>the</strong><br />
coming of a new dawn.<br />
With similar zeal <strong>the</strong> ill-starred
Latians and <strong>the</strong>ir allies set up<br />
countless piles of wood along a<br />
different part of <strong>the</strong> shore, but<br />
depending on <strong>the</strong> custom of <strong>the</strong> city<br />
to which a dead man had belonged,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y ei<strong>the</strong>r cremated his body, buried<br />
it in <strong>the</strong> ground or took it home to<br />
his parents so <strong>the</strong>y could mourn for<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir loved one before giving him<br />
a traditional funeral. Never<strong>the</strong>less,<br />
a large number of <strong>the</strong> fallen were<br />
so badly mutilated that no one knew<br />
who <strong>the</strong>y were or which town <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had come from and <strong>the</strong>se were<br />
placed on a separate pyre so <strong>the</strong>y<br />
could be honoured as unknown<br />
warriors who had fallen to <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan alliance. On <strong>the</strong> third day <strong>the</strong><br />
mourners from both sides levelled <strong>the</strong><br />
piles of ashes and collected <strong>the</strong><br />
whitened bones which <strong>the</strong>y put into
urns. But within <strong>the</strong> walls of Latium<br />
<strong>the</strong> wailing did not cease as many<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>rs, widows and orphans<br />
continued mourning <strong>the</strong>ir lost ones<br />
and toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y all called down<br />
curses on <strong>the</strong> terrible war and also on<br />
<strong>the</strong> bridal rites of King Turnus.<br />
'It is he,' <strong>the</strong>y cried, 'who should<br />
try <strong>the</strong> issue with Anaeas and not for<br />
us to give up our loved ones so that<br />
he can have <strong>the</strong> bride of his choice.'<br />
At this Drances cast his weight<br />
into <strong>the</strong> scale by saying that <strong>the</strong><br />
wedding was a matter for King<br />
Turnus and Anaeas and that <strong>the</strong>y<br />
should settle it by single combat. But<br />
against this many voices were raised<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> queen, with Alecto's<br />
pitiless viper still poisoning her<br />
thoughts, supported King Turnus and<br />
spoke passionately about <strong>the</strong> need for
<strong>the</strong> city to support him in <strong>the</strong> war.<br />
When she finished many who had<br />
wanted King Turnus and Anaeas to<br />
fight it out in single combat changed<br />
sides and began supporting King<br />
Turnus.<br />
The arguments continued until<br />
<strong>the</strong> late evening and just as <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
reached <strong>the</strong>ir heights, <strong>the</strong>re was a<br />
crowning blow as <strong>the</strong> embassy which<br />
had been sent to ask King Diomedes<br />
for help returned with sorrowful<br />
tidings. Their labours had gained<br />
<strong>the</strong>m nought and nei<strong>the</strong>r had <strong>the</strong>y<br />
been able to tempt Diomedes into<br />
joining <strong>the</strong> alliance with rich gifts of<br />
gold and fine linen.<br />
As a result <strong>the</strong> Latians and<br />
Rutulians were now forced to ei<strong>the</strong>r<br />
look for o<strong>the</strong>r allies or sue for peace.<br />
King Latinus himself was so crushed
y this news, he at last began to<br />
realize that Anaeas was a man of<br />
destiny who had been brought to his<br />
shores by <strong>the</strong> will of heaven. In<br />
consequence, after giving <strong>the</strong> matter<br />
much thought, he summoned by royal<br />
decree a council of all <strong>the</strong> chieftains<br />
and when, several days later, <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red under his lofty roof, he<br />
ascended his throne which had been<br />
cleverly placed in a position which<br />
obliged all <strong>the</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>red chieftains<br />
to look up to him. But kingly though<br />
he was, his shoulders were weighed<br />
down by his cares and his snowy brow<br />
told of one who had not known <strong>the</strong><br />
meaning of joy for a long time.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, once he had taken his<br />
seat on his throne he ordered <strong>the</strong><br />
envoys who had returned from King<br />
Diomedes to repeat what <strong>the</strong> Argive
king had said and at this, a hush fell<br />
over <strong>the</strong> hall and Venulus began to<br />
speak.<br />
'Townsmen.' He said. 'We have<br />
been to <strong>the</strong> city of King Diomedes<br />
and have touched <strong>the</strong> hand which<br />
helped bring <strong>the</strong> realm of King Priam<br />
to <strong>the</strong> ground. We found him busily<br />
engaged raising his new city of<br />
Argyripa, <strong>the</strong> namesake of his<br />
ancestral people, in <strong>the</strong> land of<br />
Lapygian Garganus which has been<br />
won through his arms. When we<br />
gained his presence and he allowed us<br />
<strong>the</strong> liberty of speech, we proffered our<br />
gifts, informed him of our name and<br />
country and who our invader was.<br />
We also told him of <strong>the</strong> cause which<br />
had led us to him. But although he<br />
listened to all we had to say, when<br />
we had finished he replied as follows.
"Oh men of Ausonia, what bids you<br />
provoke an enemy you do not know?<br />
Know that all of us who profaned<br />
<strong>the</strong> sanctity of Troy with our bronze<br />
had to endure <strong>the</strong> hardships of war<br />
until we had drained <strong>the</strong>m to <strong>the</strong><br />
dregs. Yes, and we have had to pay a<br />
heavy price for <strong>the</strong> pleasure of our<br />
victory as those of us who are still<br />
alive are scattered <strong>the</strong> wide world<br />
over. Our troubles began almost as<br />
soon as Troy had been sacked for as<br />
we were returning to our homes our<br />
ships were scattered by a raging storm<br />
and many of us have since become<br />
wandering outcasts on foreign shores.<br />
The king of Mykene, who was <strong>the</strong><br />
leader of <strong>the</strong> entire expedition, met an<br />
inglorious death in his own home<br />
by <strong>the</strong> hand of his atrocious spouse<br />
and <strong>the</strong> famed Kassandra was killed
alongside him. The great Odysseus<br />
has not been heard of for many<br />
years, though I did hear that King<br />
Anaeas rescued one of his men from<br />
<strong>the</strong> island of <strong>the</strong> Cyclops. But, need<br />
I go on and tell you of Neoptolemos<br />
or <strong>the</strong> portioned realms of<br />
Idomeneus' dismantled home? As for<br />
me, <strong>the</strong> cruel gods who have not<br />
allowed me to see my wife still<br />
constantly remind me of all my<br />
comrades who were robbed of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
lives by Prince Hector and King<br />
Anaeas and who now haunt <strong>the</strong><br />
streams and woods as birds. Alas,<br />
that <strong>the</strong> followers of my banner<br />
should suffer so terribly and make<br />
<strong>the</strong> air of <strong>the</strong> forests shriek with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir sorrow. I have also been<br />
doomed to a life of sorrow and<br />
trouble ever since that fateful day my
frantic sword assailed <strong>the</strong> flesh of an<br />
immortal and I impiously wounded<br />
Aphrodite's sacred hand. Nay, nay,<br />
urge me no longer to a war like this.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> day <strong>the</strong> Pergamos fell and<br />
Helen was restored to King Menelaos,<br />
my war with <strong>the</strong> Trojans was over. I<br />
take no joy in thoughts of <strong>the</strong> past<br />
and as for <strong>the</strong> gifts which you have<br />
proffered, carry <strong>the</strong>m ra<strong>the</strong>r to King<br />
Anaeas for I tell you that I have stood<br />
against <strong>the</strong> fury of his spear and<br />
joined hand to hand with him in<br />
combat. So trust <strong>the</strong> words of one<br />
who knows <strong>the</strong> ferocity of his attack<br />
and <strong>the</strong> whirlwind of his hurtling<br />
lance. Had Ida's soil borne but two<br />
more as valiant as Anaeas and Prince<br />
Hector, <strong>the</strong> war would have ended<br />
with King Priam marching to <strong>the</strong><br />
gates of Mykene and <strong>the</strong> tears of
Argos would now be flowing for a<br />
destiny reversed. It was <strong>the</strong> bravery<br />
and skill of Prince Hector and King<br />
Anaeas which clogged <strong>the</strong> wheels of<br />
our Achaian assault and delayed our<br />
victory until <strong>the</strong> tenth year. Both<br />
were great in courage and martial<br />
prowess, though piety gave King<br />
Anaeas pre-eminence. If you take my<br />
advice you will do whatever you can<br />
to avoid a war with <strong>the</strong> Trojans for<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are highly skilled in <strong>the</strong><br />
intricacies of battle. You would fare<br />
better by making a treaty of peace<br />
with <strong>the</strong>m.'''<br />
The envoys had scarcely finished<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir story when <strong>the</strong> sons of Ausonia<br />
began murmuring among <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
and <strong>the</strong> sound was like that of a rapid<br />
stream which is checked by rocks in<br />
its course and <strong>the</strong> confused sounds
which rise from <strong>the</strong> imprisoned<br />
torrent are re-echoed by <strong>the</strong> towering<br />
banks on ei<strong>the</strong>r side. But as soon as<br />
<strong>the</strong> passions had died down and <strong>the</strong><br />
anxious faces had settled again in<br />
calm, <strong>the</strong> monarch, after invoking<br />
heaven, began from his lofty throne.<br />
'To have taken your judgment,'<br />
he said, 'before our defeat would have<br />
been my pleasure and would have<br />
served us better than now when <strong>the</strong><br />
foe is marching to our walls. We are<br />
waging a grievous war against one<br />
who is goddess-born and whom no<br />
battles overtire and <strong>the</strong> past has<br />
already shown that even in defeat <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans will refuse to lay down <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
weapons. But any hope we might<br />
have cherished of an alliance with<br />
King Diomedes is now gone and so<br />
we have to depend on ourselves. You
saw for yourselves how <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
and <strong>the</strong>ir allies slaughtered our men<br />
outside <strong>the</strong>ir encampment and so you<br />
know how slender our chances of<br />
success are and also of <strong>the</strong> utter ruin<br />
which stares us in <strong>the</strong> face. I blame<br />
no one as all did <strong>the</strong>ir best and<br />
strained <strong>the</strong>mselves to <strong>the</strong>ir limits in<br />
<strong>the</strong> contest. But now, if you will lend<br />
me your attention, I will tell you <strong>the</strong><br />
judgment of my wavering mind.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> is an ancient territory of mine<br />
which borders <strong>the</strong> Tuscan river and<br />
extends lengthwise to <strong>the</strong> west, even<br />
beyond <strong>the</strong> Sicanian frontier.<br />
Auruncans and Rutulians are its<br />
tillers and <strong>the</strong>y subdue its stubborn<br />
hills with <strong>the</strong> plough and pasture <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
flocks on its rugged slopes. Let this<br />
whole district with its lofty mountain<br />
and belt of pine forest be our friendly
gift to <strong>the</strong> Trojans and after naming<br />
equal terms of alliance, let us invite<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to share our kingdom. If <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
passion is so strong, let <strong>the</strong>m settle<br />
<strong>here</strong> and build <strong>the</strong>mselves a city.<br />
However, if <strong>the</strong>y have a mind to set<br />
sail and search out o<strong>the</strong>r lands, <strong>the</strong>n<br />
let <strong>the</strong>m be free to quit our soil and<br />
we will build <strong>the</strong>m twenty ships of <strong>the</strong><br />
best Ausonian timber and more if<br />
<strong>the</strong>y wish. T<strong>here</strong> is enough timber<br />
already felled on <strong>the</strong> river banks so<br />
just let <strong>the</strong>m tell us <strong>the</strong> size and<br />
number of ships <strong>the</strong>y desire and we<br />
will build <strong>the</strong>m for <strong>the</strong>m. We will<br />
also give <strong>the</strong>m sails, rigging, masts,<br />
oars and whatever o<strong>the</strong>r supplies <strong>the</strong>y<br />
need for <strong>the</strong>ir journey. Moreover, to<br />
convey our offer and ratify <strong>the</strong><br />
league, we should send an embassy of<br />
a hundred Latians of <strong>the</strong> first rank
with peaceful branches of olive in<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir hands and also carrying presents<br />
of gold and ivory as well as <strong>the</strong><br />
throne and striped robe which are <strong>the</strong><br />
badges of our royalty. Give me your<br />
counsel now and help support our<br />
fainting commonwealth.'<br />
On hearing this Drances, who<br />
was ever being driven by his jealousy<br />
of King Turnus' martial fame, rose to<br />
his feet. His mo<strong>the</strong>r's noble blood<br />
gave him a lineage to be proud of but<br />
his fa<strong>the</strong>r's side was considered to be<br />
obscure and so <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r nobles were<br />
inclined to look down upon him.<br />
However, although known as a feeble<br />
hand in <strong>the</strong> heat of battle, he was a<br />
doughty warrior with <strong>the</strong> tongue and<br />
powerful in <strong>the</strong> arts of creating trouble<br />
and so, with words like <strong>the</strong>se, he<br />
agitated <strong>the</strong> warrior chieftains and
heaped <strong>the</strong>ir anger high.<br />
'A matter obscure to none,' he<br />
said bowing to <strong>the</strong> king, 'and needing<br />
no voice of ours to make plain is that<br />
what you propose, my lord, is in<br />
<strong>the</strong> best interests of <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
kingdom. But tongues alas, can only<br />
mutter. Let King Turnus <strong>the</strong>n accord<br />
me freedom of speech and subdue his<br />
angry responses as it was his illomened<br />
leadership and inauspicious<br />
temper which has led us to this. Ay,<br />
I will speak even if he does threaten<br />
me with a duel and death. Too<br />
many of our heroes went down into<br />
<strong>the</strong> ne<strong>the</strong>r world and caused <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
families to mourn while he made<br />
his attempt on <strong>the</strong> Trojan camp;<br />
scaring heaven with <strong>the</strong> din of his<br />
arms but always with flight in<br />
reserve. One gift <strong>the</strong>re is, however,
over and above that which you would<br />
have us promise <strong>the</strong> Trojans. Do not<br />
let any man's status or threat of<br />
violence prevent you from bestowing<br />
your daughter on a foreign son in law<br />
and so form a worthy alliance. And<br />
also be sure to base <strong>the</strong> peace we seek<br />
on a covenant which shall last<br />
forever.'<br />
Drances paused for a moment<br />
but after looking around him at <strong>the</strong><br />
assembled chieftains, he turned his<br />
attention back to <strong>the</strong> throne. 'But if<br />
<strong>the</strong> terror of <strong>the</strong> approaching foe is<br />
now so absolute over our minds and<br />
hearts,' he continued, 'let us go<br />
straight to King Anaeas with our<br />
gifts and promises and ask for his<br />
grace. Ask him to withdraw to his<br />
encampment so we can organise <strong>the</strong><br />
alliance and bestow on him whatever
he desires. Why fling our wretched<br />
countrymen once more into <strong>the</strong> throat<br />
of danger? You are <strong>the</strong> head and<br />
wellspring of <strong>the</strong> ills which <strong>the</strong> people<br />
of Latium have to bear and peace is<br />
what we ask of you, not war. Yes,'<br />
he said turning to look at King<br />
Turnus, 'peace and <strong>the</strong> one surety<br />
that can make peace sacred.' Then<br />
addressing himself wholly to King<br />
Turnus, he continued. 'I care not if<br />
you say I am your enemy and I am<br />
willing to throw myself at your feet<br />
when I beg you to pity those of your<br />
own kin and withdraw as a beaten<br />
man should. The truth is that we<br />
were routed by <strong>the</strong> Trojans and have<br />
looked upon <strong>the</strong> corpses of our slain<br />
for long enough. T<strong>here</strong> are now<br />
large areas of our land which have<br />
no men to till <strong>the</strong> soil or tend <strong>the</strong>
livestock. But if glory and <strong>the</strong><br />
handsome dowry of King Latinus still<br />
stirs you and you can call up into your<br />
breast <strong>the</strong> courage you need, be bold<br />
for once and advance to meet <strong>the</strong> foe.<br />
We should not have to suffer and<br />
have our lives ruined because you<br />
want <strong>the</strong> blessings of a queenly bride.<br />
It is your duty to meet <strong>the</strong> man who<br />
challenged you in single combat.'<br />
At this <strong>the</strong> fury of King Turnus<br />
flared up in his breast and rising to<br />
his feet he heaved a great groan and<br />
spoke from <strong>the</strong> bottom of his heart.<br />
'Your stream of speech, Drances,' he<br />
growled, 'is ever abundant and seems<br />
never to stop. Whenever <strong>the</strong> senate<br />
is summoned and <strong>the</strong> war of words is<br />
calling for brave tongues, you are<br />
always <strong>the</strong> first in <strong>the</strong> field. Yet we<br />
want not men to fill our court with
<strong>the</strong> clever talk you hurl from safe<br />
ground while <strong>the</strong> men on <strong>the</strong> walls<br />
are awaiting <strong>the</strong> foe with spears in<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir hands. Go on speaking<br />
eloquently and brand me a coward if<br />
you wish, for it is <strong>the</strong> confusion and<br />
indecision caused by your tongue<br />
which piles up those heaps of dead<br />
heroes you talk about and also lets <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan king plant our fields with his<br />
victory trophies. But what is <strong>the</strong> use<br />
of words at a time when valour is<br />
needed? Can you not see that at this<br />
moment <strong>the</strong> massed enemy is<br />
marching to our walls?<br />
'Well,' he continued turning to<br />
<strong>the</strong> assembly, 'are we marching out<br />
to <strong>the</strong> meet <strong>the</strong> foe? Why is everyone<br />
so slow? Will you never think of <strong>the</strong><br />
War God as somew<strong>here</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r than in<br />
Drances' windy tongue or his flying
feet which flee from <strong>the</strong> very thought<br />
of a spear? What? Beaten? Us?<br />
What foulest of slanderers will brand<br />
us as beaten? We shall yet tear down<br />
that victory trophy and look on a Tiber<br />
cluttered with <strong>the</strong> bodies of Anaeas'<br />
bravest warriors. It was no beaten arm<br />
that Bitias and giant Pandarus found<br />
in me, or <strong>the</strong> many o<strong>the</strong>rs I sent to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir deaths when I entered <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan encampment.'<br />
Turning back to Drances he said.<br />
'Madman! You say <strong>the</strong>re is no hope<br />
in war and <strong>the</strong>n throw everyone into<br />
panic with your words of fear. That<br />
way you only heighten <strong>the</strong> prowess of<br />
an attacking nation which has<br />
already once been conquered by<br />
King Agamenmon.'<br />
King Turnus paused again for a<br />
moment and looked around him.
Then, redirecting his gaze at <strong>the</strong><br />
assembly in general he said. 'Why<br />
listen when a trickster, in his villainy,<br />
feigns himself too weak to face a<br />
quarrel with me but uses words to<br />
sting instead? Never, I promise you,<br />
shall he lose his life to my hand and<br />
so he need be troubled no longer.'<br />
Turning to <strong>the</strong> king he said.<br />
'Now, gracious sire, I return my<br />
attention to <strong>the</strong> throne and <strong>the</strong> august<br />
matter which demands our counsel. If<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is no hope beyond what our<br />
arms can do and if we have been so<br />
wholly destroyed that our star can<br />
never rise again, <strong>the</strong>n we must sue for<br />
peace and stretch out craven hands in<br />
suppliance. Yet, if one man contains<br />
a spark of <strong>the</strong> worth which once was<br />
ours, him I would esteem beyond all<br />
o<strong>the</strong>rs. By that I mean a man among
us who would ra<strong>the</strong>r lie down in<br />
death before listening to all this talk<br />
of cowering before <strong>the</strong> Trojans and<br />
giving <strong>the</strong>m everything <strong>the</strong>y want.'<br />
At <strong>the</strong>se words <strong>the</strong> warrior chiefs<br />
raised a mighty cheer which rocked<br />
<strong>the</strong> hall and King Turnus had to wait<br />
until <strong>the</strong> hubbub had died down<br />
before he was able to proceed.<br />
'However,' he continued once<br />
silence had been restored, 'everyone<br />
seems to forget that we still have<br />
a great store of power. We have a<br />
harvest of youth as yet unreaped and<br />
cities which are yet to come to our<br />
aid. Remember that <strong>the</strong> hurricane of<br />
war has swept over both armies and<br />
that <strong>the</strong> Trojans won <strong>the</strong>ir glory at <strong>the</strong><br />
cost of many lives. But unlike us,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y cannot receive reinforcements<br />
and so why are we seized by fear
efore <strong>the</strong> second trumpet blows?<br />
The wounds of many have healed and<br />
those who fled <strong>the</strong> battlefield through<br />
inexperience or fear are now ready to<br />
take up arms again and place<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves in <strong>the</strong> enemy's path. This<br />
time <strong>the</strong>y will not be just attacking<br />
an enemy encampment, <strong>the</strong>y will be<br />
defending <strong>the</strong>ir homes and families<br />
and so we need no longer fear <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
fear. Also, even if we are not getting<br />
help from Diomedes, we still have<br />
Messapus and Tolumnius as well as<br />
all those men who were sent to us by<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r cities but who arrived too late<br />
to take part in <strong>the</strong> battle. We even<br />
have Camilla of <strong>the</strong> noble Volscian<br />
race with her many followers in<br />
gleaming bronze and her band of wild<br />
maiden charioteers. But if it is me<br />
alone <strong>the</strong> Trojans challenge to <strong>the</strong>
fight and you feel my life is<br />
obstructing <strong>the</strong> good of our nation,<br />
courage has not fled with such<br />
loathing from my hands that I would<br />
refuse to take up <strong>the</strong> challenge. No,<br />
I will confront King Anaeas even if<br />
he does wear <strong>the</strong> armour of Vulcan<br />
and proves to be as strong as Achilles.<br />
To you,' he said looking up at <strong>the</strong><br />
king on <strong>the</strong> throne, 'who are my royal<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r in law I devote this my life for<br />
I, King Turnus, am second to none in<br />
valour and ever willing to meet King<br />
Anaeas in single combat. So pray<br />
he calls on me and don't let Drances<br />
go in my stead with gifts and his<br />
cowardly words of suppliance.'<br />
However, while <strong>the</strong> Ausonian<br />
assembly was arguing over what <strong>the</strong>y<br />
should do, King Anaeas was busy<br />
moving his army from <strong>the</strong>
encampment to <strong>the</strong> field and as he<br />
began marching with his Arcadian<br />
and Tuscan allies, Fame carried <strong>the</strong><br />
news to <strong>the</strong> townspeople and filled<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir breasts with terror. In an instant<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir minds became obsessed with<br />
thoughts of <strong>the</strong> carnage to come and<br />
fear invaded every breast. Some<br />
young boys clutched at <strong>the</strong> flimsy<br />
weapons <strong>the</strong>y used for training while<br />
o<strong>the</strong>rs, who carried only light staves,<br />
clamoured for weapons which could<br />
kill and as <strong>the</strong>y did so, <strong>the</strong>ir weeping<br />
parents moaned in <strong>the</strong>ir agony and<br />
muttered prayers to <strong>the</strong> gods on<br />
Olympus. In <strong>the</strong> assembly hall <strong>the</strong><br />
confused din which soared up to <strong>the</strong><br />
skies after King Turnus had finished<br />
speaking was similar to that made by<br />
<strong>the</strong> great flocks of squawking birds<br />
which circle over a shady grove on a
summer's evening and <strong>the</strong>n settle<br />
down in <strong>the</strong>ir thousands along <strong>the</strong><br />
water's edge. When he heard that<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans had begun <strong>the</strong>ir advance<br />
King Turnus seized his moment and<br />
cried. 'Good citizens, how can you<br />
stay <strong>here</strong> in council and sit praising<br />
peace while <strong>the</strong> Trojans are attacking<br />
us with weapons in hand.'<br />
Without waiting for a reply he<br />
called on <strong>the</strong> warrior chieftains to<br />
follow him and dashed down into<br />
<strong>the</strong> courtyard in front of <strong>the</strong> palace.<br />
Once in <strong>the</strong> open courtyard he turned<br />
to Volusus. 'Volusus.' He said. 'Bid<br />
<strong>the</strong> Volscian squadrons to arm and<br />
also take command of <strong>the</strong> Latians.'<br />
Then turning to Messapus and Coras<br />
he told <strong>the</strong>m to organise <strong>the</strong> chariots<br />
into <strong>the</strong>ir battle formations and also<br />
arrange <strong>the</strong> defence of <strong>the</strong> city gates.
As <strong>the</strong> two kings set off to do as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y had been asked he turned to <strong>the</strong><br />
remaining chiefs and ordered some<br />
to have <strong>the</strong> ramparts and watchtowers<br />
fully manned and <strong>the</strong> rest he<br />
told to form <strong>the</strong>ir men up along with<br />
his and toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y would attack <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans when <strong>the</strong> time was right.<br />
In moments <strong>the</strong>re was a rush of<br />
armed men throughout every part of<br />
<strong>the</strong> city while King Latinus, left alone<br />
in <strong>the</strong> council chamber with <strong>the</strong><br />
debate unfinished, pondered <strong>the</strong><br />
unhappy fortune which beset his city.<br />
Rising slowly from his throne to go<br />
to his lofty chambers he continued to<br />
reproach himself for not having<br />
welcomed <strong>the</strong> Trojans with open<br />
arms and giving <strong>the</strong> city a foreign<br />
husband for his daughter. But as he<br />
walked slowly to his palatial
edroom with its great bed and<br />
sumptuous decorations, out in front<br />
of <strong>the</strong> walls <strong>the</strong> soldiers hastily dug<br />
trenches and built palisades with <strong>the</strong><br />
sharpest spears <strong>the</strong>y could find and,<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y worked, <strong>the</strong> trumpets blared<br />
out <strong>the</strong>ir warning of coming battle and<br />
death. But as <strong>the</strong> men on <strong>the</strong> walls<br />
rushed to <strong>the</strong>ir stations many were<br />
infuriated to find <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
severely obstructed by a large<br />
crowd of motley matrons, boys, old<br />
men and o<strong>the</strong>r non-combatants who<br />
had climbed up to <strong>the</strong> battlements so<br />
<strong>the</strong>y could see <strong>the</strong> enemy and watch<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle in safety. Meanwhile <strong>the</strong><br />
queen, as was customary, had<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red <strong>the</strong> noble Latian mo<strong>the</strong>rs and<br />
was on her way to <strong>the</strong> temple of<br />
Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne with lavish gifts in her<br />
hand while at her side walked her
daughter Lavinia, <strong>the</strong> cause of this<br />
cruel woe, with her beautiful eyes cast<br />
down. After entering <strong>the</strong> temple <strong>the</strong><br />
matrons burned sweet smelling<br />
incense and <strong>the</strong> queen cried out in<br />
her sorrow. 'Tritonian maiden, Lady<br />
of arms and mistress of war, I beg<br />
you stretch forth your hand and break<br />
<strong>the</strong> spear of <strong>the</strong> Trojan freebooter.<br />
Lay him prostrate on <strong>the</strong> ground and<br />
leave his men to grovel under our<br />
lofty portals.'<br />
In <strong>the</strong> palace, as <strong>the</strong> queen<br />
prayed, King Turnus was arming<br />
himself for battle and once he had put<br />
on his shining armour he ran from his<br />
quarters in <strong>the</strong> palace to <strong>the</strong> front gate<br />
and watched as Camilla approached<br />
with her army. Such was <strong>the</strong> military<br />
bearing of <strong>the</strong> men and women who<br />
followed <strong>the</strong> combative maiden that
her arrival filled him with hope and<br />
confidence and as soon as she had<br />
stepped down from her chariot, he<br />
went to greet her with joy in his<br />
heart. The formal greetings having<br />
been completed she bespoke him thus.<br />
'King Turnus, I have come a long way<br />
and so beg that you allow me to be<br />
<strong>the</strong> first to confront <strong>the</strong> Trojans and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir allies while you and your foot<br />
soldiers remain in <strong>the</strong> background<br />
to defend <strong>the</strong> city.'<br />
To this, as he gazed steadily at<br />
<strong>the</strong> beautiful but bellicose queen,<br />
King Turnus replied. 'Oh maiden!<br />
Glory of Italy! What thanks shall I<br />
strive to offer you? How will I ever<br />
repay your timely arrival? Your<br />
presence lifts my soul to <strong>the</strong> stars<br />
and so how could I refuse your<br />
request? However, <strong>the</strong> spies I have
sent to watch <strong>the</strong> Trojans tell me that<br />
King Anaeas has cunningly sent his<br />
light chariots ahead to scour <strong>the</strong> plain<br />
while he follows behind with his<br />
heavily armed foot soldiers.<br />
T<strong>here</strong>fore I think our stratagem<br />
should be to take our position in <strong>the</strong><br />
woodland gorge through which he<br />
must pass. It is a narrow thoroughfare,<br />
especially for an army, and so if you<br />
along with Messapus engage <strong>the</strong><br />
Tuscan chariots <strong>the</strong>re, I will hold my<br />
men in reserve until I see how <strong>the</strong><br />
battle develops.'<br />
Leaving <strong>the</strong> quarrelsome, war<br />
loving queen King Turnus went to see<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r chieftains and explain his<br />
battle plans to <strong>the</strong>m. For <strong>the</strong> position<br />
of his own army he thought of <strong>the</strong><br />
narrow winding glen which was<br />
hemmed in on both sides by hills
and in which Camilla would launch<br />
<strong>the</strong> first attack. On top of one of <strong>the</strong><br />
lower hills was a concealed plateau<br />
which would hide his men from <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans and from w<strong>here</strong> he could<br />
watch <strong>the</strong> progress of <strong>the</strong> battle and<br />
be in a position to ei<strong>the</strong>r support<br />
Camilla and Messapus or give chase<br />
to <strong>the</strong> Trojans once <strong>the</strong> warlike queen<br />
had sent <strong>the</strong>m running back to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
encampment with <strong>the</strong>ir tails between<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir legs. Consequently, it was to<br />
<strong>here</strong> that he moved his warriors and<br />
settled down to await <strong>the</strong> arrival of <strong>the</strong><br />
unsuspecting Trojans.<br />
Meantime in <strong>the</strong> palace of Jove<br />
on <strong>the</strong> heights of Mount Olympus,<br />
Dian, Latona's daughter, was<br />
addressing her friend Opis <strong>the</strong> swift<br />
with words of sorrow. 'Ah,' she cried,<br />
'Camilla, who was dedicated to me by
her fa<strong>the</strong>r, is on her way once more<br />
to ruthless war. But this time it is in<br />
vain that she girds herself with <strong>the</strong><br />
arms of our sisterhood? Darling of<br />
mine though she is, I cannot defy<br />
<strong>the</strong> will of Almighty Jove. When<br />
Metabus, her fa<strong>the</strong>r, was exiled for<br />
his cruel and tyrannous ways and was<br />
departing from his ancient city of<br />
Privernum, he was relentlessly<br />
pursued by <strong>the</strong> people he had once<br />
ruled but who had learned to hate him.<br />
When he fled from his palace he took<br />
his infant child to share his<br />
banishment and called her Camilla,<br />
after her mo<strong>the</strong>r. As <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r fled<br />
carrying his arms and with his baby<br />
daughter tied to his breast, he made<br />
for <strong>the</strong> safety of <strong>the</strong> mountain<br />
forests. But he found himself<br />
confronted by <strong>the</strong> river Amasenus
which, as <strong>the</strong> result of a great<br />
downpour, had become host to a<br />
raging torrent. His first instinct was<br />
to plunge into <strong>the</strong> water and wade<br />
across but such was <strong>the</strong> fearsome<br />
surge of water, he began to fear for<br />
his little daughter and so paused to<br />
try and think of way to ensure her<br />
safety. Eventually, when he noticed<br />
that <strong>the</strong> opposite bank of <strong>the</strong> river<br />
was thick with tall bulrushes he had<br />
an idea and so, unfastening his tiny<br />
daughter from his chest, he tied <strong>the</strong><br />
precious bundle to <strong>the</strong> tip of his great<br />
spear. Then after making sure <strong>the</strong><br />
bonds were secure he took a firm hold<br />
on <strong>the</strong> lower part and prayed.<br />
"Gracious Dian, Latona's maiden<br />
daughter, huntress and princess of <strong>the</strong><br />
forests: protect this little child and I<br />
vow that she will serve you for all her
life. I beg that you care for <strong>the</strong> baby<br />
I now entrust to <strong>the</strong> uncertain air."<br />
When he finished his prayer he swung<br />
round in a circle like someone hurling<br />
a heavy weight and let <strong>the</strong> spear go.<br />
After flying up into <strong>the</strong> air <strong>the</strong> spear<br />
crossed <strong>the</strong> brimming waters and<br />
landed in <strong>the</strong> tall rushes on <strong>the</strong><br />
opposite bank. Then as his pursuers<br />
were pressing closer by <strong>the</strong> moment,<br />
Metabus threw off his heavy armour<br />
and leapt into <strong>the</strong> water and, after<br />
struggling through <strong>the</strong> waist high<br />
torrent which on several occasions<br />
threatened to sweep him away to his<br />
death, he reached <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side and<br />
triumphantly plucked his precious<br />
little daughter from <strong>the</strong> reeds. From<br />
that time onwards no city or town<br />
ever housed <strong>the</strong> independent pair as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y preferred to live with <strong>the</strong>
shepherds on <strong>the</strong> lonely mountain<br />
slopes or in <strong>the</strong> forests. Here,<br />
among <strong>the</strong> sheep, goats, shepherds<br />
and beasts of <strong>the</strong> wild Metabus<br />
reared his little daughter on milk from<br />
an untamed mare. As soon as she<br />
could stand on her little feet unaided,<br />
in honour of Dian, <strong>the</strong> goddess who<br />
had protected her, he placed a tiny<br />
javelin in her hand and slung a small<br />
quiver and bow across her shoulders.<br />
'By <strong>the</strong> time she was twelve she<br />
was an adept with <strong>the</strong> javelin and<br />
sling and with her bow she often liked<br />
to bring down a high flying crane or<br />
snow-white swan for her fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
supper. By <strong>the</strong> time she was fifteen<br />
she had grown into a beautiful young<br />
maiden and many a mo<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong><br />
surrounding towns tried to woo her<br />
for <strong>the</strong>ir son. But Camilla, with no
thought but for her fa<strong>the</strong>r's promise<br />
to Dian, continued, in unsullied<br />
purity, to cherish her love for <strong>the</strong><br />
maiden hunter's life.' Here Dian<br />
paused and looked down on <strong>the</strong><br />
land of Italy for a while and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
continued. 'Ah! Would that her<br />
independent spirit and love of <strong>the</strong><br />
War God's arts did not incline her to<br />
try and strike a blow at <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
because she has tempted a cruel fate.<br />
But come! Since cruel destiny is<br />
darkening <strong>the</strong> air around her, let us<br />
glide down from <strong>here</strong> and repair to<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> tearful battle is about to<br />
commence. But bring your arms<br />
and draw from your quiver an<br />
avenging arrow so that <strong>the</strong> man who<br />
profanes Camilla with <strong>the</strong> stroke of<br />
death can pay for his arrogance with<br />
his life. Later, in <strong>the</strong> hollow of a
cloud, I will bear off <strong>the</strong> body of my<br />
darling and lay her down in her own<br />
land.'<br />
As soon as Dian had finished <strong>the</strong><br />
two goddesses leapt over <strong>the</strong> palace<br />
balcony and flew through <strong>the</strong> air until<br />
<strong>the</strong>y arrived at <strong>the</strong> battlefield.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> goddesses arrived <strong>the</strong><br />
Etruscan chariots, followed by <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan and Arcadian heavy infantry<br />
were approaching <strong>the</strong> thoroughfare<br />
w<strong>here</strong> Camilla and Messapus awaited<br />
<strong>the</strong>m, but just as <strong>the</strong>y were about to<br />
enter <strong>the</strong> narrow pass, Camilla raced<br />
out onto <strong>the</strong> plain with her charioteers<br />
and drew up in battle order before<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. Then with a sudden shout she<br />
charged forward and in a moment<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky was darkened by <strong>the</strong> hail of<br />
missiles which flew from all sides.<br />
But although <strong>the</strong>re was death on both
sides, after <strong>the</strong> battle had been in<br />
progress for a while, everyone saw<br />
Etruscan Tyrrhenus and Volscian<br />
Aconteus charge each o<strong>the</strong>r with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
spears in hand and when <strong>the</strong> chariots<br />
collided with a thunderous sound,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y saw Aconteus fall to <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
with a spear sticking from his chest.<br />
Almost at once <strong>the</strong> Voslcians broke<br />
<strong>the</strong> line of battle and slinging <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
shields behind <strong>the</strong>m, turned <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
chariots citywards and flew from <strong>the</strong><br />
battle. The Etruscans immediately<br />
gave chase but as as <strong>the</strong>y entered <strong>the</strong><br />
narrow thoroughfare, Camilla turned<br />
her chariots and along with those of<br />
Messapus, charged into <strong>the</strong> throng and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, as like <strong>the</strong> sea which ebbs and<br />
flows with <strong>the</strong> tide, <strong>the</strong> line of battle<br />
began swaying backwards and<br />
forwards as sometimes <strong>the</strong> Trojans
and <strong>the</strong>ir allies gained ground while<br />
at o<strong>the</strong>r times <strong>the</strong>y were driven back.<br />
Twice <strong>the</strong> Etruscans drove <strong>the</strong><br />
Volscians who faced <strong>the</strong>m back in<br />
rout but each time <strong>the</strong>y were quickly<br />
supported by men from King Turnus'<br />
reserves and regained <strong>the</strong> ground <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had lost. But as <strong>the</strong> day progressed<br />
and <strong>the</strong> groans of <strong>the</strong> dying mingled<br />
with <strong>the</strong> triumphant shouts of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
killers continued to rise up into <strong>the</strong><br />
air, <strong>the</strong> War God danced with joy<br />
on <strong>the</strong> white marble floor of Jove's<br />
Olympian palace. He watched as<br />
Volscian Orsilochus hurled his spear<br />
at <strong>the</strong> horse of Tuscan Remulus<br />
because he was afraid to face <strong>the</strong><br />
mounted charioteer. The point lodged<br />
under <strong>the</strong> horses' ear and, maddened<br />
by <strong>the</strong> pain, <strong>the</strong> beast reared up and<br />
turfed Remulus out of his light
chariot and onto <strong>the</strong> ground. But<br />
before Remulus had a chance to<br />
regain his feet Orsilochus raced up<br />
and drove his sword into <strong>the</strong> fallen<br />
man's stomach. However, before<br />
Orsilochus had a chance to withdraw<br />
his sword, he was caught in <strong>the</strong> back<br />
by a spear which seemed to have<br />
come from now<strong>here</strong> and so he<br />
collapsed in death on top of <strong>the</strong><br />
corpse he had intended to despoil.<br />
Etruscan Catillus was also<br />
tumbled from his chariot by a spear<br />
which seemed to come from now<strong>here</strong><br />
and Arcadian Iollas felled <strong>the</strong> giant<br />
Herminius who was famed for his<br />
courage. Such was his bravery that<br />
<strong>the</strong> thought of wounds held no terrors<br />
for Herminius and so he had followed<br />
King Turnus to <strong>the</strong> battle without a<br />
helmet on his head or armour to
protect his chest and shoulders. But<br />
when Iollas brought his sword down<br />
on <strong>the</strong> unprotected head and <strong>the</strong> blade<br />
pierced his brain, such was <strong>the</strong> speed<br />
with which death descended on<br />
Herminius' eyes that he never for a<br />
moment regretted his folly.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> carnage continued<br />
Camilla, her double-headed axe in<br />
her right hand, her quiver full or<br />
arrows on her back and one white<br />
breast with its small pink nipple<br />
exposed to <strong>the</strong> light of day, leapt for<br />
joy like an Amazon and ordered her<br />
followers to launch a coordinated<br />
volley of javelins which laid low<br />
many of her attackers. Then she<br />
charged in with her great axe and<br />
began laying about her. Yet although<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans eventually forced her and<br />
her women warriors to retreat, <strong>the</strong>y
only retreated for a short distance, just<br />
enough to allow <strong>the</strong>ir jubilant<br />
pursuers to lose <strong>the</strong>ir formation before<br />
<strong>the</strong>y turned and attacked again. Then<br />
retreating once more to let <strong>the</strong> massed<br />
ranks spread out a bit, Camilla turned<br />
and attacked again and in this way,<br />
although <strong>the</strong> Trojans and <strong>the</strong>ir allies<br />
slowly gained ground, every step cost<br />
<strong>the</strong>m dearly.<br />
Around <strong>the</strong> warrior maiden were<br />
her chosen comrades and also <strong>the</strong><br />
maidens Larina, Tulla and Tarpeia,<br />
all of whom, like Camilla, wielded<br />
great double headed axes. These<br />
daughters of Ausonia, whom<br />
glorious Camilla herself had chosen<br />
to be her pride and joy and also fight<br />
alongside her, were able to deal alike<br />
with peace and war and as woman<br />
warriors <strong>the</strong>y were like <strong>the</strong> Amazons
of Thrace who had once thundered<br />
over <strong>the</strong> streams of Thermodon with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir blazoned arms and sacked <strong>the</strong><br />
city of Hippolyte. Or Pen<strong>the</strong>silea, <strong>the</strong><br />
War God's darling, who loved<br />
careering to and fro in her chariot<br />
while her army of woman, amid a<br />
hubbub of shrill cries, all leapt in<br />
ecstasy and shook <strong>the</strong>ir moony<br />
shields as <strong>the</strong>y glorified in <strong>the</strong> death<br />
<strong>the</strong>y had dealt out. But of <strong>the</strong> men<br />
Camilla and her followers killed it<br />
soon became impossible to count<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir numbers. However, first was<br />
Euneus, Clytius' arrogant son whose<br />
unguarded chest Camilla pierced with<br />
a spear as he stood facing her. Down<br />
he went disgorging streams of blood<br />
and clutching at <strong>the</strong> shaft which<br />
protruded from his chest as if to try<br />
and remove it. But it was buried
so deeply that his flagging strength<br />
wasn't up to <strong>the</strong> task. After him she<br />
killed a Trojan called Liris and when<br />
Pagasus rushed up to help his friend,<br />
she caught him in <strong>the</strong> neck with her<br />
axe and removed his head from his<br />
shoulders. To <strong>the</strong>se victories she<br />
added Etruscan Amastrus, son of<br />
Hippotas and <strong>the</strong>n, as she pressed<br />
on after those who fled before her,<br />
she brought <strong>the</strong> fleeing Tereus to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground with a spear. As every spear<br />
she launched from her maiden's hand<br />
never failed to kill a man, she went<br />
on to slaughter four more of <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan alliance.<br />
Looking around to check on her<br />
warriors Camilla espied in <strong>the</strong><br />
distance <strong>the</strong> giant Ornytus who had<br />
come to war dressed in <strong>the</strong> strange<br />
fashion of a hunter. A cloak of
lea<strong>the</strong>r hung from his broad shoulders<br />
and his head was encased in a huge<br />
wolf's head. The wide open jaws<br />
exposed <strong>the</strong> white, razor sharp teeth<br />
and <strong>the</strong> whole impression was of a<br />
great grinning wolf. In his hand<br />
Ornytus carried a large rustic pike<br />
but, as he began pushing his way to<br />
<strong>the</strong> front of <strong>the</strong> battle line, he was so<br />
obviously different from <strong>the</strong> rest of<br />
his comrades that Camilla couldn't<br />
resist <strong>the</strong> urge to raise her bow and<br />
bring him to <strong>the</strong> ground with an<br />
arrow through <strong>the</strong> wolf's mouth; an<br />
easy task for one who had grown<br />
up with a bow in her hand. Then<br />
driving up in her chariot she<br />
bespoke <strong>the</strong> dying man thus.<br />
'Tuscan, you thought yourself still<br />
chasing <strong>the</strong> beasts of <strong>the</strong> forest, but<br />
<strong>the</strong> day has come when a woman's
hand has refuted <strong>the</strong> vaunts of your<br />
nation. Yet no slight glory shall you<br />
carry down to your fa<strong>the</strong>r's shades<br />
because you will always be able to<br />
say that you fell to <strong>the</strong> hand of<br />
Camilla.'<br />
After leaving <strong>the</strong> stricken man<br />
she went on to kill Orsilochus and<br />
Butes, two huge Trojans who had<br />
once fought off <strong>the</strong> massed Achaians<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y had tried to storm <strong>the</strong> walls<br />
of Troy. Butes she speared from<br />
behind as he turned to flee while<br />
Orsilochus she killed by deception.<br />
She started by pretending to flee and<br />
when he gave chase in his chariot she<br />
began driving round in great circles<br />
which grew ever smaller until at last<br />
it became impossible to tell who was<br />
<strong>the</strong> pursuer and who was <strong>the</strong> pursued.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> circle continued to diminish
she became <strong>the</strong> pursuer and he <strong>the</strong><br />
pursued and she ended <strong>the</strong> chase by<br />
bringing her great axe down on <strong>the</strong><br />
back of his neck and cutting his torso<br />
almost in half. Such was her frenzy<br />
that as soon as he fell to <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
she jumped from her chariot and<br />
began hacking at his body with her<br />
axe and didn't stop until what had<br />
once been <strong>the</strong> brave Orsilochus had<br />
become completely unrecognisable.<br />
It chanced that just as she had<br />
finished with Orsilochus, Ligurian<br />
Aunus stumbled on <strong>the</strong> scene in his<br />
chariot. This youth had always been<br />
known for his sharp tricks and when<br />
he saw that he had stumbled on <strong>the</strong><br />
ferocious queen and that her light, two<br />
horsed chariot was parked beside her,<br />
he realized he could not escape<br />
through flight. In consequence he
tried to save his life through trickery<br />
and so called out. 'What great glory<br />
would it be if you, a woman, jumped<br />
into your chariot and put your trust in<br />
flight? Why not spurn your chance<br />
of escape and dare to meet me, a man,<br />
in hand to hand combat. We will<br />
fight on foot and <strong>the</strong>n we shall soon<br />
see who strips <strong>the</strong> armour from<br />
whom.'<br />
The queen, still in <strong>the</strong> grips of<br />
her frenzy immediately moved to<br />
meet her challenger with axe and<br />
shield. But as soon as <strong>the</strong> youth<br />
judged that his trickery had worked<br />
and <strong>the</strong> queen was far enough away<br />
from her car, he lashed his horse and<br />
darted away as quickly as he could.<br />
At this <strong>the</strong> maiden queen raced back<br />
to her chariot and began giving<br />
chase. 'False Ligurian,' she yelled,
'who thinks his trickery will save<br />
his life. Don't you know what a<br />
mistake is?'<br />
So saying she picked up one of<br />
<strong>the</strong> spears which lay on <strong>the</strong> floor of<br />
her car and whipped her two horses.<br />
Slowly she caught up with <strong>the</strong><br />
fleeing youth and, as she came up<br />
behind him, she drove her spear into<br />
his back and tumbled him onto <strong>the</strong><br />
ground.<br />
But all this time <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of<br />
Men and Gods had been watching<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle from his seat on <strong>the</strong> top of<br />
Olympus and when he saw <strong>the</strong><br />
carnage Camilla was causing, he<br />
goaded Tarchon <strong>the</strong> Tuscan to wrath<br />
and sent him into <strong>the</strong> fray. At <strong>the</strong><br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r's prompting Tarchon whipped<br />
his horse and drove his chariot into <strong>the</strong><br />
front line and <strong>the</strong>re, after calling on
each of his charioteers by name, he<br />
cried. 'Oh ye hearts of Tuscany which<br />
are supposed to never feel fear, why<br />
are you now so sluggish? None of you<br />
are ever slow to hear <strong>the</strong> call of love<br />
and when <strong>the</strong> lute or lyre give <strong>the</strong><br />
word, you always rush to <strong>the</strong> Bacchic<br />
dance. So why are <strong>the</strong> weapons in<br />
your hands now so idle? What<br />
strange cowardice has come over<br />
you? How can <strong>the</strong> enemy ever be<br />
afraid of men whose only delight is<br />
to dance <strong>the</strong> time away with pretty<br />
young girls until <strong>the</strong> sacrificial feast is<br />
announced and <strong>the</strong> delicious smell of<br />
<strong>the</strong> roasting victim invites <strong>the</strong>m to <strong>the</strong><br />
tall trees of <strong>the</strong> grove.'<br />
So saying he whipped his steed<br />
and, ever ready for <strong>the</strong> death he<br />
intended to bestow on o<strong>the</strong>rs, he<br />
drove into <strong>the</strong> midst of <strong>the</strong> fray. He
first attacked Venulus by dragging<br />
him from his chariot and, as <strong>the</strong><br />
stunned man lay on <strong>the</strong> earth, he<br />
jumped to <strong>the</strong> ground and quickly<br />
tied his victim's left foot to <strong>the</strong> back<br />
of his chariot before remounting and<br />
driving off at a wild and violent<br />
speed.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> Latians saw Tarchon<br />
dragging Venulus behind his chariot<br />
<strong>the</strong>y sent up a great shout of despair<br />
and watched as Tarchon, after<br />
driving around in triumph for a while,<br />
halted his chariot and, after picking up<br />
his spear, slowly and deliberately<br />
began feeling for an unprotected part<br />
of Venulus' chest with <strong>the</strong> point.<br />
Venulus, however, in a desperate<br />
attempt to stop Tarchon sinking <strong>the</strong><br />
spear into his chest, kept violently<br />
twisting and turning his body. But
as when <strong>the</strong> golden eagle rises into<br />
<strong>the</strong> air with a serpent he has caught<br />
in his claws and <strong>the</strong> wounded reptile<br />
twists and wri<strong>the</strong>s and hisses from its<br />
mouth while it tries to bite its<br />
attacker, <strong>the</strong> eagle, undismayed,<br />
attacks it with his hooked beak. In<br />
such a way Tarchon eventually<br />
managed to sink his spear into <strong>the</strong><br />
writhing body of Venulus and, after<br />
remounting his car, he once more<br />
dragged his prize in triumph around<br />
<strong>the</strong> plain.<br />
Following <strong>the</strong>ir chief's auspicious<br />
lead, <strong>the</strong> Tuscans rallied to <strong>the</strong> battle<br />
and Arruns, a man chosen by fate,<br />
decided he would send Camilla down<br />
in death. In consequence, everyw<strong>here</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> maiden dashed in <strong>the</strong> battle,<br />
Arruns followed relentlessly and<br />
watched in silence. But although he
kept his bow at <strong>the</strong> ready, for a long<br />
time he was unable to get close<br />
enough to loose off a arrow. But <strong>the</strong>n<br />
it chanced that Camilla saw<br />
Chloreus, who had once been a priest<br />
to Cybele and who was conspicuous<br />
because of <strong>the</strong> beautiful leopard's skin<br />
which hung from his back. He was<br />
in <strong>the</strong> Arcadian front line and was<br />
drawing arrows from a golden quiver<br />
on his back and launching <strong>the</strong>m at<br />
<strong>the</strong> Volscians from his Lykian bow.<br />
When she saw him, <strong>the</strong> warrior<br />
maiden was overcome with a desire<br />
to capture such a beautiful leopard<br />
skin and so after singling him out<br />
from all <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs, she followed him<br />
with a hunter's blind devotion. Alas,<br />
this brought her close to Arruns who<br />
seized <strong>the</strong> opportunity and drew back<br />
his bow. But before releasing his
arrow he prayed aloud to heaven,<br />
'Greatest of gods, Apollo, whom we<br />
Tuscans honour most highly, grant all<br />
powerful lord that my arrow may put<br />
an end to <strong>the</strong> carnage this maiden is<br />
causing. I seek no plunder or spoil<br />
and nor do I wish for a trophy from<br />
<strong>the</strong> fallen woman as my deed alone<br />
will secure my fame. Let but this<br />
terrible fiend fall to this arrow of<br />
mine and I will be content with<br />
returning to <strong>the</strong> city of my fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
an honoured man.'<br />
Phoebus heard <strong>the</strong> prayer and<br />
vouchsafed in his heart that half <strong>the</strong><br />
vow should be granted but <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
half he scattered among <strong>the</strong> flying<br />
breezes. To strike and slay Camilla<br />
with sudden death, so much he<br />
granted his suppliant, but to return<br />
and meet <strong>the</strong> eyes of his noble fa<strong>the</strong>r,
this he allowed not. When <strong>the</strong> arrow<br />
leapt eagerly from <strong>the</strong> bow it raced<br />
through <strong>the</strong> air and <strong>the</strong> point, with a<br />
sickening thwack, entered <strong>the</strong> queen's<br />
exposed breast through <strong>the</strong> nipple and<br />
drank her maiden blood. Seeing this<br />
her comrades ran up to support <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
fallen mistress while Arruns, more<br />
terrified than all, fled half in joy and<br />
half in fear. He was elated with his<br />
success but also terrified of <strong>the</strong><br />
vengeance <strong>the</strong> maiden's friends<br />
would try to exact and so he fled<br />
to a distant part of <strong>the</strong> battlefield and<br />
tried to conceal himself among <strong>the</strong><br />
massed ranks of Tuscans who were<br />
facing but not engaging <strong>the</strong> Latians<br />
who opposed <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Meanwhile, <strong>the</strong> dying maiden<br />
clutched at <strong>the</strong> arrow which<br />
protruded from her breast with a
loody hand and tried vainly to pull<br />
it from her body. But <strong>the</strong> bronze point<br />
had lodged deep in her chest and<br />
refused to budge and as <strong>the</strong> strength<br />
drained from her body, Camilla sank<br />
slowly to <strong>the</strong> ground and her once<br />
bright bloom fled from her face. With<br />
her last gasp she called Acca, who<br />
was her greatest friend and in whom<br />
she had always confided. 'Thus far,<br />
sister Acca,' said <strong>the</strong> queen weakly,<br />
'has strength been given me. But<br />
now this cruel wound is overcoming<br />
my spirit and all I see grows dim and<br />
dark. But hurry and carry to King<br />
Turnus my dying charge. Tell him to<br />
take my place in <strong>the</strong> battle and keep<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans from <strong>the</strong> town. But now<br />
farewell.'<br />
As <strong>the</strong> warrior maiden spoke<br />
<strong>the</strong>se last words she closed her eyes
and her lifeless body slumped to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground. However, as soon as <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans and <strong>the</strong>ir allies saw that<br />
Camilla had been vanquished, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
raised a great shout of joy and rushed<br />
on <strong>the</strong>ir foe.<br />
When Opis, who had been sitting<br />
on a nearby mountain top watching<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle saw Camilla fall, she<br />
groaned aloud and fetched <strong>the</strong>se<br />
words from <strong>the</strong> bottom of her heart.<br />
'Poor maid! The penalty you have<br />
paid for provoking <strong>the</strong> Trojans to<br />
battle is cruel indeed and it would<br />
have been better if you had stayed in<br />
<strong>the</strong> forest and served our sisterhood.<br />
Yet even in death your queen will<br />
not leave you unhonoured and nor<br />
shall your end be without glory in<br />
this world for you will not bear <strong>the</strong><br />
ignominy of <strong>the</strong> unavenged.
Whosoever it was who profaned your<br />
person shall atone for his crime with<br />
<strong>the</strong> death he deserves.'<br />
So saying she leapt from <strong>the</strong> top<br />
of <strong>the</strong> mountain and glided down onto<br />
a vast mound of earth at its base<br />
which was <strong>the</strong> tomb of Dercennus,<br />
an old Laurentine king. From <strong>here</strong> she<br />
looked out over <strong>the</strong> battling armies<br />
and after a while spied out Arruns.<br />
As soon as she saw him in his<br />
gleaming armour and swelling with<br />
<strong>the</strong> vanity which, despite his fear,<br />
he could not contain, she cried. 'Why<br />
stray from <strong>the</strong> path of your destiny?<br />
Dian will not let her servant go<br />
unavenged so come hi<strong>the</strong>r young man<br />
and receive your reward for <strong>the</strong><br />
slaying of Camilla.'<br />
So saying she drew an arrow<br />
from her golden quiver and bent her
ow until <strong>the</strong> barbed point touched her<br />
left finger and <strong>the</strong> bowstring her right<br />
breast. Then, letting her arrow fly, <strong>the</strong><br />
goddess watched it rise gracefully up<br />
into <strong>the</strong> air and pass over <strong>the</strong> heads of<br />
<strong>the</strong> battling men before descending<br />
and striking Arruns, who was<br />
surrounded by a crowd of his<br />
comrades. Letting out a gasp Arruns<br />
clutched at <strong>the</strong> shaft which protruded<br />
from his breast but his comrades, for<br />
fear of more arrows to follow,<br />
promptly fled <strong>the</strong> area and left <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
friend to a solitary death. However,<br />
Opis, her job completed, had become<br />
disinterested in which side won <strong>the</strong><br />
battle and so she she spread her wings<br />
and returned to <strong>the</strong> snowy heights of<br />
Olympus.<br />
Their mistress lost, <strong>the</strong> first to<br />
turn and flee were Camilla's lightly
armed chariots and <strong>the</strong>n, caught up in<br />
<strong>the</strong> mood of panic, <strong>the</strong> Rutulians and<br />
Latians followed. As <strong>the</strong> panic spread<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole of Ausonian alliance<br />
turned to flee for <strong>the</strong> safety of <strong>the</strong><br />
city and <strong>the</strong> Trojans found it<br />
impossible to keep pace with <strong>the</strong><br />
thousands who threw away <strong>the</strong>ir arms<br />
and ran away before <strong>the</strong>m. On <strong>the</strong><br />
ramparts <strong>the</strong> people who had ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />
to see what <strong>the</strong>y could watched in<br />
horror as <strong>the</strong>ir army raced for <strong>the</strong><br />
safety of <strong>the</strong> city walls and, once<br />
<strong>the</strong>y realized that <strong>the</strong> battle had been<br />
lost, <strong>the</strong> matrons struck <strong>the</strong>ir breasts<br />
and raised a shriek which reached <strong>the</strong><br />
heavens.<br />
However, as <strong>the</strong> fleeing warriors<br />
began to crowd around <strong>the</strong> city gates<br />
<strong>the</strong> crush was so great that those who<br />
tripped or fell to <strong>the</strong> ground were
trampled underfoot and killed by<br />
those who followed. Those who were<br />
<strong>the</strong> first to enter <strong>the</strong> city promptly<br />
closed <strong>the</strong> gates and refused to let<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir comrades in. Outside <strong>the</strong> gates<br />
however, many who had been born<br />
along by <strong>the</strong> deluge fell into <strong>the</strong> moat<br />
and many of those who fell in first<br />
were smo<strong>the</strong>red by those who fell on<br />
top of <strong>the</strong>m. Then, in <strong>the</strong>ir anger,<br />
those who had been shut out of <strong>the</strong><br />
city brought up a battering ram and<br />
tried to batter down <strong>the</strong> gates whilst<br />
those on <strong>the</strong> ramparts, in an effort to<br />
stop <strong>the</strong>m, began firing arrows and<br />
spears and so, in <strong>the</strong>ir fear of King<br />
Anaeas, <strong>the</strong> warriors of <strong>the</strong> Ausonian<br />
alliance began slaughtering each<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Meanwhile, on his plateau, King<br />
Turnus was momentarily frozen by
indecision. He had seen Camilla fall<br />
but by <strong>the</strong> time Acca had brought him<br />
her last words, <strong>the</strong> Trojans had<br />
already begun pushing all before <strong>the</strong>m<br />
and it would have been folly for him<br />
to throw his men, rested though <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were, into a battle which was<br />
already lost. He eventually decided<br />
that <strong>the</strong> best thing would be to march<br />
back to <strong>the</strong> city and protect it from<br />
<strong>the</strong> attackers. But scarce had he<br />
begun to move his men when Anaeas<br />
ordered <strong>the</strong> warriors of his alliance<br />
to cease <strong>the</strong>ir pursuit and re-group.<br />
As soon as <strong>the</strong>y had formed<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves in battle order, he ordered<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to march on <strong>the</strong> city and in<br />
consequence, <strong>the</strong> two rivals raced<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> city at full speed with<br />
only a short distance between <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Moreover, when <strong>the</strong> men of <strong>the</strong>
Trojan alliance saw King Turnus in<br />
front of <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>y were keen to<br />
attack. But <strong>the</strong> time had come when<br />
<strong>the</strong> sun longed to sink into <strong>the</strong> west<br />
and bring dark night in its train and<br />
so <strong>the</strong> men on both sides were obliged<br />
to pitch <strong>the</strong>ir camps and await <strong>the</strong><br />
coming of <strong>the</strong> next day.
Book XII<br />
As soon as his men had been properly<br />
fed and were encamped <strong>the</strong> night King<br />
Turnus made his way to <strong>the</strong> palace.<br />
But as he walked he at last began to<br />
realize that <strong>the</strong> War God's enmity had<br />
broken <strong>the</strong> spirit of Latium and his<br />
men were beginning to make him <strong>the</strong><br />
mark of <strong>the</strong>ir eyes and demand he<br />
fulfil his promise. At such thoughts<br />
his pride was deeply wounded and<br />
fury engulfed his spirit. As in Punic<br />
lands when hunters have wounded a<br />
lion deep in <strong>the</strong> breast and <strong>the</strong> fierce<br />
animal at last rouses himself to fight,<br />
he tosses his mane with fierce joy<br />
and roars from his wide open mouth<br />
before snapping fearlessly at <strong>the</strong>
hunters' weapons. In such a manner<br />
did King Turnus, once roused,<br />
desire nothing more than to<br />
continue <strong>the</strong> battle and slaughter<br />
every Trojan, Tuscan and Arcadian<br />
in <strong>the</strong> land.<br />
Consequently, on entering <strong>the</strong><br />
presence of <strong>the</strong> King he dashed hotly<br />
into a speech, but one which was<br />
tempered by his appreciation of <strong>the</strong><br />
situation. 'I, King Turnus,' he cried,<br />
'will not bar <strong>the</strong> way. So if <strong>the</strong><br />
cowardly Trojans do not wish to<br />
retract <strong>the</strong>ir challenge or disown <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
plighted word, I will meet Anaeas<br />
in single combat. So bring <strong>the</strong> sacred<br />
things good fa<strong>the</strong>r and solemnise <strong>the</strong><br />
truce. Ei<strong>the</strong>r I will, with my own<br />
hand, send <strong>the</strong> runaway from Asia<br />
down to Pluto's Halls or Lavinia will<br />
be his bride and <strong>the</strong> Latians his slaves.
So let all Latians sit and watch as I<br />
refute <strong>the</strong> slander of <strong>the</strong>ir tongues and<br />
protect <strong>the</strong>m from an evil fate.'<br />
'Gallant youth,' answered <strong>the</strong> king<br />
in a dignified manner, '<strong>the</strong> greater<br />
your impetuous valour <strong>the</strong> more<br />
watchful must I become and <strong>the</strong> more<br />
must I carefully consider <strong>the</strong> likely<br />
outcomes. But suffer me to give<br />
voice to some unwelcome words and<br />
I beg you to think of what I say. You<br />
have <strong>the</strong> kingdom given to you by<br />
your fa<strong>the</strong>r Daunus and also <strong>the</strong><br />
many towns you have won with your<br />
sword. I myself have much gold and<br />
a heart with which to give it and in<br />
this land of mine <strong>the</strong>re are many<br />
unwedded maidens of worthy<br />
lineage. Fate forbade me to give my<br />
daughter to any of her early suitors<br />
but, conquered by my love for you,
our ties of kinship and also by <strong>the</strong><br />
tears of my sorrowful queen, I set all<br />
pledges at naught and snatched my<br />
daughter from her plighted husband.<br />
I <strong>the</strong>n drew <strong>the</strong> unhallowed sword and<br />
since that fateful day all have seen <strong>the</strong><br />
troubles and wars which have been let<br />
loose upon my kingdom. You, of all<br />
people, must know <strong>the</strong> weight of <strong>the</strong><br />
sufferings I must bear. We have<br />
twice been vanquished in battle, <strong>the</strong><br />
waters of <strong>the</strong> Tiber are darkened with<br />
our blood, <strong>the</strong> spacious plains are<br />
whitened by <strong>the</strong> bones of our warriors<br />
and now we can scarcely protect our<br />
city. Whi<strong>the</strong>r have I drifted again and<br />
again? What madness has turned my<br />
brain? If on your death I am ready<br />
to welcome <strong>the</strong>se new allies, why<br />
should I not end <strong>the</strong> strife while you<br />
still live and are safe? What will our
Rutulian kinsmen say? What will<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r cities of Italy say if, may<br />
fortune forefend <strong>the</strong> omen, I give you<br />
up to death? You, a suitor for my<br />
alliance and my daughter's hand!<br />
Think of <strong>the</strong> uncertainties of war!<br />
Have pity on your aged sire who,<br />
although far away in his Ardean<br />
home, now bids you to accept my<br />
offer.'<br />
But at <strong>the</strong>se words, <strong>the</strong> anger of<br />
King Turnus became fiercer and<br />
more virulent. In <strong>the</strong> impetuousness<br />
of his youth he was deeply offended<br />
by <strong>the</strong> attempt of a healing hand and<br />
so, as soon as he could find his voice<br />
he said. 'The care you take for my<br />
sake is touching but I beg you allow<br />
me to back my honour with my life.<br />
My hand can hurl a spear with no<br />
feeble force and my blows have sent
countless men down in death. But<br />
in this contest Anaeas will not have<br />
his goddess-mo<strong>the</strong>r to hide him in<br />
an unmanly cloud as she did Prince<br />
Paris and nor will Neptune once again<br />
rescue him from a spear that seeks a<br />
home in his chest.'<br />
But <strong>the</strong> queen, who had been<br />
sitting alongside her husband, was<br />
appalled by this new danger and burst<br />
into tears. She rose and wrapping her<br />
arms around <strong>the</strong> neck of <strong>the</strong> fiery king<br />
she said. 'King Turnus, by <strong>the</strong>se my<br />
tears and by any regard you might<br />
cherish for me, you are now our<br />
only hope, our only solace in our<br />
forlorn old age. The honour and<br />
power of <strong>the</strong> king are in your hands<br />
because on you, its one pillar, our<br />
whole house leans. I ask but this,<br />
don't challenge <strong>the</strong> coward from Asia
ecause whatever fate awaits you in<br />
this unhappy combat also waits for<br />
me. If you die I shall also leave <strong>the</strong><br />
hated light of day because I refuse to<br />
look upon a Trojan as my conqueror<br />
and son in law.'<br />
As Lavinia listened to <strong>the</strong> words<br />
of her mo<strong>the</strong>r her tears began to flow<br />
and her cheeks, like a bed of white<br />
lilies and red roses mixed toge<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
began to redden in a deep blush. Such<br />
was her beauty that when Turnus<br />
looked at her he couldn't help but burn<br />
all <strong>the</strong> more with his desire for <strong>the</strong><br />
contest which would make her his.<br />
'Let me not have tears,' he said<br />
looking at her mo<strong>the</strong>r, 'nor aught so<br />
ominous, dear mo<strong>the</strong>r, as my escort to<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle. I am not free to alter <strong>the</strong><br />
will of destiny and so if death calls,<br />
I cannot refuse. Order a messenger,'
he said turning to <strong>the</strong> king, 'to take <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan despot a message which will<br />
like him not. As soon as <strong>the</strong> goddess<br />
of tomorrow's dawn shall light up<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky with <strong>the</strong> glow of her chariot,<br />
let him not send his Trojans against<br />
<strong>the</strong> united Ausonians. Let Trojan and<br />
Ausonian put down <strong>the</strong>ir weapons<br />
while <strong>the</strong> two of us decide <strong>the</strong> war<br />
with our lives. Let Lavinia's hand be<br />
decided through both life and death.'<br />
As soon as he finished speaking<br />
he turned on his heel and left <strong>the</strong><br />
palace. He <strong>the</strong>n went immediately to<br />
see his steeds for it was always his joy<br />
to look upon <strong>the</strong>se fine animals as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y snorted and neighed. Both were<br />
renowned for surpassing <strong>the</strong> snows<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir whiteness and <strong>the</strong> wind in<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir speed. They had been given to<br />
Pilumnus by Orithyia as a present.
Arriving at <strong>the</strong> palace stables <strong>the</strong><br />
young king found an assortment of<br />
charioteers all patting <strong>the</strong>ir horses<br />
with hollow palms and combing <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
maned necks and, after a quick<br />
greeting, he went up to his own two<br />
horses and patted <strong>the</strong>m gently while<br />
nuzzling <strong>the</strong>ir heads and speaking<br />
soft words of love.<br />
He <strong>the</strong>n ga<strong>the</strong>red up his cloak<br />
which hung over <strong>the</strong> rails of his<br />
chariot and threw it over his<br />
shoulders. Next he picked up his<br />
great sword from <strong>the</strong> floor of <strong>the</strong><br />
car and, making sure it hung<br />
comfortably, buckled it to his waist,<br />
. This sword was reputed to have<br />
been made by <strong>the</strong> Fire God's own<br />
hands for his own fa<strong>the</strong>r and so he<br />
felt it should be a match for Anaeas'<br />
armour. Lastly he went to fetch his
great spear which stood against a<br />
mighty column in <strong>the</strong> palace hall.<br />
Seizing this he shook it violently<br />
crying. 'Now, my good spear which<br />
has never failed me in battle! Now is<br />
<strong>the</strong> time. Once wast thou cast by <strong>the</strong><br />
giant Actor himself and after him by<br />
me; King Turnus. Grant that I may lay<br />
low <strong>the</strong> emasculate Trojan and after<br />
stripping him of his armour, grind<br />
into <strong>the</strong> dust those ringlets of his<br />
which are curled with hot irons and<br />
moistened with myrrh.'<br />
In this way, pacing up and down<br />
<strong>the</strong> palace hall, he raged like an angry<br />
bull which, in anticipation of a<br />
territorial fight, raises a fearful<br />
bellowing and calls <strong>the</strong> rage to his<br />
horns by butting against a tree's<br />
trunk and sending up showers of earth<br />
with his hooves.
Meanwhile, outside <strong>the</strong> city and<br />
with equal fierceness Anaeas, clad in<br />
Vulcan's armour, sharpened <strong>the</strong> edge<br />
of his valour by waving his weapons<br />
in <strong>the</strong> air and shouting words which<br />
were both angry and violent. When<br />
he had finished, he calmed <strong>the</strong> fears<br />
of his comrades and <strong>the</strong> terror of<br />
young Ascanius by speaking of<br />
destiny and <strong>the</strong> will of heaven. After<br />
this he sent <strong>the</strong> envoys back to King<br />
Latinus with his answer and also<br />
asked <strong>the</strong> king to name <strong>the</strong> conditions<br />
of peace.<br />
The next morning, as soon as<br />
crimson dawn had begun to sprinkle<br />
<strong>the</strong> mountain tops with light and lift<br />
<strong>the</strong> dew from <strong>the</strong> ground, detachments<br />
of Rutulians and Trojans went to<br />
work measuring out <strong>the</strong> space for <strong>the</strong><br />
combat under <strong>the</strong> city's walls and
erecting altars to <strong>the</strong>ir common gods.<br />
Lighting fires on <strong>the</strong> altars <strong>the</strong>y<br />
followed <strong>the</strong> tradition of <strong>the</strong> ancestors<br />
by surrounding <strong>the</strong> sacred flames with<br />
cups; some of which were filled with<br />
<strong>the</strong> finest wine while o<strong>the</strong>rs were<br />
filled with pure spring water.<br />
The ceremonies completed <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonian army, with lifted javelins,<br />
came out <strong>the</strong> city gates while from<br />
<strong>the</strong> direction of <strong>the</strong> river came <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan alliance carrying javelins and<br />
<strong>the</strong> banners of <strong>the</strong>ir several nations.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> midst of both armies rode<br />
<strong>the</strong> chieftains on pure white horses,<br />
each dressed in glorious gold and<br />
purple.<br />
Menes<strong>the</strong>us, a descendent of<br />
Assaracus, Asilas <strong>the</strong> brave and<br />
Messapus, <strong>the</strong> tamer of horses and a<br />
progeny of Neptune were in command
of <strong>the</strong> proceedings and when <strong>the</strong><br />
signal was given, <strong>the</strong>y ordered both<br />
armies to retreat to <strong>the</strong>ir allocated<br />
areas and lay <strong>the</strong>ir spears on <strong>the</strong><br />
ground.<br />
Meanwhile, on <strong>the</strong> walls,<br />
matrons, children and tottering old<br />
men crowded into every available<br />
space and leaned over <strong>the</strong> parapets in<br />
an effort to get as good a view as<br />
possible of <strong>the</strong> contest.<br />
But Juno, from <strong>the</strong> top of <strong>the</strong><br />
mount now called Alban but which<br />
in those days had no name or glory,<br />
looked down on <strong>the</strong> assembled Trojan<br />
and Ausonian armies. At once she<br />
turned to King Turnus' elder sister<br />
who was a goddess in her own right<br />
and who presided over <strong>the</strong> pools and<br />
brawling streams; such dignity having<br />
been bestowed on her by <strong>the</strong> king
of heaven when he had solemnly<br />
made her a goddess in return for her<br />
violated maidenhood. 'Sweet nymph<br />
of <strong>the</strong> rivers,' said <strong>the</strong> Queen of<br />
Heaven in her sweetest voice, 'and<br />
favourite of my heart. You know how<br />
I have preferred you to all o<strong>the</strong>rs who<br />
have climbed into <strong>the</strong> odious bed of<br />
my husband and <strong>the</strong>n been given a<br />
seat in <strong>the</strong> sky next to me. But now<br />
learn from me about a sorrow for<br />
which I am not to blame. So long<br />
as Fortune seemed favourable and<br />
Fate allowed Latium to prosper, I<br />
spread my shield over your bro<strong>the</strong>r<br />
and <strong>the</strong> city of Latium. But now<br />
I see him engaged with a destiny<br />
mightier than his own and his day of<br />
doom is at hand. I cannot look on<br />
<strong>the</strong> combat, it is too much for me to<br />
bear. But if you have <strong>the</strong> nerve to
dare aught for your bro<strong>the</strong>r, you<br />
must do something as it is a sister's<br />
duty.'<br />
Even before Juno had finished<br />
Juturna had begun to cry and thrice<br />
she smote her lovely breast with a<br />
delicate hand.<br />
'No time for tears!' said <strong>the</strong><br />
Queen of Heaven sternly, 'Quick<br />
and if any way <strong>the</strong>re be, snatch your<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r from death or at least revive<br />
<strong>the</strong> war and break up <strong>the</strong> treaty<br />
before it is properly ratified.<br />
Remember how successful Pallas<br />
A<strong>the</strong>ne was in breaking up <strong>the</strong> treaty<br />
between <strong>the</strong> Achaians and Trojans?'<br />
With such words she left <strong>the</strong><br />
undecided Juturna desperately trying<br />
to think of a way in which she could<br />
protect her bro<strong>the</strong>r. Juno would have<br />
preferred to ask Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne to
eak up <strong>the</strong> treaty because she was<br />
experienced in such matters but that<br />
was impossible. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Jove had sent<br />
her to Ethiopia to watch over a<br />
sacred box which he had given to<br />
some of his favourites so <strong>the</strong>y could<br />
escape <strong>the</strong> tyranny of a nation which<br />
had enslaved <strong>the</strong>m. But after it had<br />
served <strong>the</strong>m well and enabled <strong>the</strong>m<br />
to become masters of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
promised land, <strong>the</strong>y had carelessly<br />
allowed it to be lost and taken to<br />
Ethiopia. The Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and<br />
Gods was so furious about this that<br />
after sending Pallas A<strong>the</strong>ne to watch<br />
over his box, he had sworn that he<br />
would scatter those ungrateful people<br />
across <strong>the</strong> world and deny <strong>the</strong>m peace<br />
and a true home until such time as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y recovered his box and made it<br />
once more <strong>the</strong> centre of <strong>the</strong>ir rituals.
But as Juturna desperately sought<br />
for a way to revive <strong>the</strong> war, outside<br />
<strong>the</strong> walls of Latium King Latinus,<br />
dressed in his finest robes and<br />
wearing <strong>the</strong> crown of kingship on his<br />
head, began <strong>the</strong> ceremonies by riding<br />
out through <strong>the</strong> city gates in his<br />
stately four horse chariot. King<br />
Turnus followed behind in his<br />
chariot dressed in his shining armour<br />
and with two bronze-tipped spears<br />
in his right hand. From <strong>the</strong> Trojan<br />
camp came King Anaeas, <strong>the</strong> founder<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Roman tree, with his blazing<br />
shield and celestial armour and at<br />
his side rode Ascanius, <strong>the</strong> second<br />
hope of a mighty Rome. When all<br />
had ga<strong>the</strong>red toge<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> spot<br />
w<strong>here</strong> <strong>the</strong> contest was to be<br />
decided, <strong>the</strong> high priest, in a spotless<br />
white robe, brought <strong>the</strong> young of a
istly boar and an unclipped sheep<br />
which was two years old and placed<br />
<strong>the</strong>m by <strong>the</strong> blazing altar. The<br />
assembled kings, turning <strong>the</strong>ir eyes to<br />
<strong>the</strong> rising sun, scattered salted barley<br />
and scored <strong>the</strong> brows of <strong>the</strong> sacrificial<br />
animals with <strong>the</strong>ir knives before<br />
making libations from <strong>the</strong>ir cups.<br />
With spear in hand, King Anaeas<br />
prayed. 'Let <strong>the</strong> sun above <strong>the</strong> earth<br />
beneath and this land for which I have<br />
had <strong>the</strong> heart to endure so much<br />
witness my invocation. I also call on<br />
Jove <strong>the</strong> Almighty Sire, his goddess<br />
bride who is also Saturn's daughter,<br />
glorious Mars whose princely nod<br />
controls every battle, all <strong>the</strong> deities of<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky and purple deep and all <strong>the</strong><br />
majestic springs and rivers.' Here<br />
he paused for a moment to catch his<br />
breath before continuing. 'If chance
should award <strong>the</strong> victory to King<br />
Turnus <strong>the</strong> Rutulian, reason claims<br />
that <strong>the</strong> vanquished will retire to<br />
Evander's town. Ascanius shall quit<br />
this land and never in days to come<br />
shall <strong>the</strong> people of Troy threaten this<br />
realm with war again. But should<br />
victory fall to me in this contest I<br />
will not bid any Latian, Rutulian or<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r Ausonian to be subject to Troy<br />
nor ask <strong>the</strong> crown for myself. No,<br />
our two great nations, one as<br />
unconquered as <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r, will join<br />
in an everlasting federation on equal<br />
terms. My good fa<strong>the</strong>r in law will<br />
still wield <strong>the</strong> sword and lawful<br />
rights of empire while we Trojans<br />
shall raise a city to which his<br />
daughter Lavinia shall give her name.'<br />
When he finished King Latinus<br />
lifted his eyes to heaven and,
stretching out his arms, he spoke.<br />
'Like King Anaeas I call on Land,<br />
Ocean and Light above, Latona's<br />
twofold offspring, <strong>the</strong> two faced<br />
Janus, <strong>the</strong> potency of <strong>the</strong> gods below<br />
and <strong>the</strong> shrine of relentless Pluto<br />
who lives in <strong>the</strong> deepest part of<br />
Tartarus and also <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of All<br />
who ratifies <strong>the</strong> covenants of men<br />
with his thunder. I swear that if King<br />
Anaeas is victorious, no length of time<br />
shall break our bond of friendship.<br />
Let things happen as <strong>the</strong>y may, no<br />
violence shall make me swerve in my<br />
will, not even if deluge and chaos<br />
come again and ruin <strong>the</strong> earth by<br />
submerging it in water and crushing<br />
heaven down into Tartaros.'<br />
With words like <strong>the</strong>se both kings<br />
ratified <strong>the</strong> treaty while chieftains<br />
from both sides looked on. Then, as
tradition demanded, <strong>the</strong> priests cut<br />
<strong>the</strong> throats of <strong>the</strong> sacrificial victims<br />
and flayed <strong>the</strong> yet breathing flesh<br />
before piling it on <strong>the</strong> altars as a<br />
sacrifice to <strong>the</strong> gods.<br />
But <strong>the</strong> Ausonians had long been<br />
thinking <strong>the</strong> combat unequal. When<br />
<strong>the</strong>y observed <strong>the</strong> Rutulian king, who<br />
had spent a sleepless night, with his<br />
wan cheeks, <strong>the</strong> pallor of his youthful<br />
frame, <strong>the</strong> quietness of his step and<br />
<strong>the</strong> almost reverential look which he<br />
turned upon <strong>the</strong> altar, <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
swayed by conflicting emotions.<br />
However, as soon as Juturna heard <strong>the</strong><br />
whispers rippling through <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
ranks, she realized <strong>the</strong>ir hearts were<br />
wavering and so, taking <strong>the</strong> form of<br />
Camers, who was a valiant warrior<br />
and great in ancestral dignity, she<br />
plunged in among <strong>the</strong>m and scattered
sayings such as <strong>the</strong>se. 'Why should<br />
one be expected to make a sacrifice<br />
for all? What will happen to us if<br />
King Turnus is killed? Are we not<br />
equal to our foes in both strength<br />
and numbers? See! Our whole enemy<br />
is seated over <strong>the</strong>re. They all seek<br />
<strong>the</strong> life of King Turnus, but look at<br />
how few of <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>re are! If we<br />
were to attack <strong>the</strong>m now half of us<br />
wouldn't even have an enemy to<br />
grapple with. But if we sit <strong>here</strong> and<br />
do nothing and King Turnus is<br />
killed, we will all be stripped of<br />
our possessions and turned into<br />
slaves. Some of us will even be sold<br />
in <strong>the</strong> far away markets of Argos or<br />
Thebes so <strong>the</strong> Trojans can satisfy<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir lust for gold.'<br />
By such sayings Juturna fanned<br />
<strong>the</strong> flames of discontent and gradually
<strong>the</strong> whole Ausonian alliance<br />
underwent a change of mood. The<br />
very men who had but a short while<br />
previously been fleeing from <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojans and hoping for respite from<br />
war, now burned with a desire for<br />
battle and a treaty undone. All<br />
wanted to protect <strong>the</strong>ir prince from a<br />
cruel fate and it was at this point that<br />
<strong>the</strong> nymph gave <strong>the</strong>m one thing<br />
more: a sign from heaven which was<br />
guaranteed to work on <strong>the</strong>ir minds<br />
and make <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> dupes of her<br />
desire. In consequence, high in <strong>the</strong><br />
sky, all saw a golden eagle pursuing<br />
a noisy multitude of winged water<br />
fowl. The predator <strong>the</strong>n suddenly<br />
folded its wings and swooped down<br />
on a stately swan which it caught<br />
in its tyrant claws. Every Ausonian<br />
was riveted by <strong>the</strong> sight when lo!
<strong>the</strong> whole mass of birds turned about<br />
as one and, with a great scream,<br />
attacked <strong>the</strong>ir enemy in a dense cloud<br />
until, overborne by <strong>the</strong> sheer weight<br />
of numbers, <strong>the</strong> eagle gave way and,<br />
dropping its booty from its talons, it<br />
flew aloft and vanished into <strong>the</strong><br />
distant sky. At this welcome omen<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole Ausonian army gave a great<br />
shout. Then <strong>the</strong> augur Tolumnius<br />
cried. 'Here! Here is <strong>the</strong> omen from<br />
heaven that I have prayed for so<br />
often and I embrace it. Seize your<br />
weapons, all of you, and follow me!<br />
The runaway from Asia who has<br />
treated us as feeble birds and tried to<br />
scare us with battle will now turn in<br />
flight and sail from our shores. Close<br />
your ranks and rally round King<br />
Turnus.'<br />
So saying he ran forward and
hurled his spear into <strong>the</strong> massed<br />
Trojans. A great shout rose from <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonian ranks as <strong>the</strong> men were still<br />
confused and unsure, but, after<br />
watching <strong>the</strong> spear hurtle through <strong>the</strong><br />
air, <strong>the</strong>y saw it strike an Arcadian<br />
in <strong>the</strong> chest and bring him low. His<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>rs were immediately roused to<br />
anger and, picking up <strong>the</strong>ir spears,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y charged <strong>the</strong> Ausonians who<br />
faced <strong>the</strong>m. At this all uncertainty<br />
disappeared from <strong>the</strong> minds of <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians and <strong>the</strong>y rose as one to<br />
meet <strong>the</strong>ir enemy and in moments,<br />
men from both sides became<br />
obsessed with <strong>the</strong> desire to settle <strong>the</strong><br />
dispute with arms. As men from both<br />
armies rushed at each o<strong>the</strong>r with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir weapons raised, <strong>the</strong> sky was<br />
darkened by <strong>the</strong> hail of arrows and<br />
javelins and in <strong>the</strong> confusion, <strong>the</strong>
sacred altars were uncaringly<br />
knocked to <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
Terrified by <strong>the</strong> turn of events<br />
King Latinus hastily ga<strong>the</strong>red up <strong>the</strong><br />
divine artifacts of Latium and fled<br />
back to his city while behind him <strong>the</strong><br />
battle began to rage. Messapus, who<br />
had hated <strong>the</strong> idea of a treaty from<br />
<strong>the</strong> very beginning, jumped into his<br />
chariot and charged Aulestes, a<br />
Tuscan king of royal bearing who, at<br />
<strong>the</strong> attack, quickly stepped back and<br />
promptly fell over <strong>the</strong> altars which<br />
were behind him. Up came Messapus<br />
and driving his spear into his<br />
exposed stomach, he growled. 'Your<br />
life is surely a more suitable offering<br />
for <strong>the</strong> almighty gods.'<br />
O<strong>the</strong>r Ausonians quickly<br />
clustered round <strong>the</strong> still warm body of<br />
<strong>the</strong> fallen king and began hacking at
it with <strong>the</strong>ir swords and axes but <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
as Ebusus came up to try and defend<br />
<strong>the</strong> corpse of his king, Ausonian<br />
Corynaeus met him with a burning<br />
brand which he had grabbed from one<br />
of <strong>the</strong> broken altars and dashed it in<br />
his face. This caused Ebusus' long<br />
beard to burst into flame but as he<br />
raised his hands to try and beat out<br />
<strong>the</strong> fire, Corynaeus drew his sword<br />
drove it into <strong>the</strong> unprotected stomach.<br />
Latian Podalirius rushed a group of<br />
Arcadians who seemed unsure of<br />
what to do and, swinging his axe, he<br />
clove <strong>the</strong> head of Alsus in twain.<br />
Ignoring <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r Arcadians who had<br />
turned to flee and also <strong>the</strong> fact that <strong>the</strong><br />
shepherd's spirit had already<br />
departed for <strong>the</strong> underworld, he kept<br />
hacking at <strong>the</strong> fallen corpse until he<br />
had chopped it into a multitude of
pieces.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> pandemonium began to<br />
spread, Anaeas, with his head still<br />
bare, stretched out his unarmed hands<br />
and shouted to his men. 'Whi<strong>the</strong>r<br />
are you driving? Why are we having<br />
this sudden outburst of strife? You<br />
must curb your passions for <strong>the</strong> truce<br />
has been arranged and terms agreed.<br />
None but I have <strong>the</strong> right to engage<br />
<strong>the</strong> enemy, so have done with alarm<br />
and give way to me for <strong>the</strong> peace<br />
can only be ratified by my sword and<br />
<strong>the</strong> death of King Turnus.' But while<br />
he was shouting a hurtling arrow<br />
came seemingly out of now<strong>here</strong> and<br />
struck him in <strong>the</strong> side. None knew<br />
by what hand it had been loosed and<br />
to this day no one knows whe<strong>the</strong>r<br />
that arrow was fired by a man or god<br />
because no one has ever been heard
to boast of having wounded King<br />
Anaeas.<br />
Seeing <strong>the</strong> Trojan leaders in<br />
confusion and Anaeas retiring from<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle, King Turnus' hopes rose<br />
in his breast and so he jumped back<br />
into his chariot and took up <strong>the</strong> reins.<br />
Lashing his horses with his whip he<br />
<strong>the</strong>n drove at <strong>the</strong> Arcadians and began<br />
laying about him with his great sword.<br />
Many a heroic frame fell to his<br />
whirling blade while o<strong>the</strong>rs he<br />
tumbled from <strong>the</strong>ir chariot and left to<br />
live or die under <strong>the</strong> wheels of his<br />
own. He did not stop but instead, with<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r his sword, his axe or <strong>the</strong><br />
javelins which were stored on <strong>the</strong><br />
floor of his car, he went on killing<br />
his enemy.<br />
On Olympus, when a delighted<br />
Mars saw this outburst of violence,
he called Terror and Strive from<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir slumbers and sent <strong>the</strong>m down<br />
to <strong>the</strong> battlefield. He <strong>the</strong>n began<br />
beating his shield with his spear and<br />
produced <strong>the</strong> kind of rhythm which<br />
drove <strong>the</strong> warriors on both sides into<br />
a frenzy of killing and while he did<br />
so, he watched with pleasure as King<br />
Turnus made an end of any wounded<br />
he could find by driving his chariot<br />
over <strong>the</strong>ir prostrate forms.<br />
S<strong>the</strong>nelus he had already slain and<br />
also Thamyris and Pholus. S<strong>the</strong>nelus<br />
he slew with a cast of his spear while<br />
Thamyris and Pholus he met hand to<br />
hand and killed with his sword. His<br />
sword also found Imbrasidae, Glaucus<br />
and Lades, all of whom had been<br />
trained in Lykia by Imbrasus <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
sire. They were warriors who could<br />
stand and fight or run like <strong>the</strong> wind
ut <strong>the</strong>y proved no match for King<br />
Turnus in his fury. But just as he was<br />
withdrawing his sword from <strong>the</strong> body<br />
of Lades, King Turnus spotted<br />
Eumedes driving into <strong>the</strong> fray. He was<br />
<strong>the</strong> gallant son of Dolon, <strong>the</strong> man<br />
who had offered to spy out <strong>the</strong><br />
Achaian camp for Prince Hector and<br />
had dared to ask for <strong>the</strong> chariot and<br />
immortal horses of Prince Achilles as<br />
his reward. But he had been spotted<br />
in <strong>the</strong> dark by Odysseus and<br />
Diomedes and after a great chase, he<br />
had been caught and although he<br />
pleaded for his life, Diomedes sent<br />
him down in death with a cut from<br />
his sword. When he first saw<br />
Eumedes King Turnus hurled his<br />
spear which caught him in <strong>the</strong><br />
stomach and, after walking up to <strong>the</strong><br />
wretch who had been laid low by his
spear and was gasping his last<br />
breaths, he placed his foot on <strong>the</strong><br />
fallen man's chest and slowly drew<br />
his sword from its scabbard. Then,<br />
while looking his victim in <strong>the</strong> eye<br />
and with a cruel smile on his lips, he<br />
raised up his arm and said. 'Here is<br />
w<strong>here</strong> you die Trojan so your<br />
remains can fertilise <strong>the</strong> land you<br />
came to invade. Such are <strong>the</strong><br />
rewards for those who would dare<br />
to challenge me.'<br />
With a sudden movement he <strong>the</strong>n<br />
brought down his sword and<br />
separated his victim's head from his<br />
body. After that he took ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
spear from his car and sent an<br />
Arcadian, who had been watching<br />
from what he had considered to be a<br />
safe distance, to join his fallen friend<br />
and, in quick succession, he killed five
more men of Trojan alliance. As<br />
when <strong>the</strong> blast of a Thracian wind<br />
roars across <strong>the</strong> deep Aegean and<br />
drives <strong>the</strong> foaming waves to <strong>the</strong> shore,<br />
so each time King Turnus and his<br />
Ausonians attacked, <strong>the</strong> ranks of his<br />
enemy turned to flee. But Phegeus,<br />
indignant at <strong>the</strong> shame of this rout,<br />
tried to stop King Turnus by grabbing<br />
<strong>the</strong> bridle of his horses. But <strong>the</strong><br />
powerful pair obeyed only <strong>the</strong>ir driver<br />
and refused to stop and so, while<br />
Phegeus was being dragged along,<br />
King Turnus drove a spear into his<br />
unprotected back.<br />
But Arcadian Phegeus refused<br />
to let go and kept hanging on to <strong>the</strong><br />
lea<strong>the</strong>r straps of <strong>the</strong> bridle and so<br />
King Turnus was forced to stop his<br />
car and dismount so he could cut <strong>the</strong><br />
hands off <strong>the</strong> man who had been
determined to slow his progress.<br />
Then after leaving him on <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
to die a lonely death <strong>the</strong> king<br />
remounted his car and drove after<br />
<strong>the</strong> retreating invaders with two<br />
bodiless hands still clutching <strong>the</strong><br />
bridle of his horses.<br />
But while King Turnus was busy<br />
killing, Menes<strong>the</strong>us, Achates and<br />
Ascanius helped Anaeas back to <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan encampment and, while <strong>the</strong><br />
blood flowed from his wound, his<br />
halting steps spoke volumes about<br />
<strong>the</strong> damage that had been done.<br />
However, once safely in <strong>the</strong> camp<br />
Anaeas leant against <strong>the</strong> wall and<br />
after taking off his armour, vainly<br />
struggled to pull <strong>the</strong> arrow from his<br />
side. He even called on his friends<br />
to enlarge <strong>the</strong> entry wound so <strong>the</strong><br />
barbed head could be more easily
withdrawn. All he wished to do was<br />
remove <strong>the</strong> arrow and get back into<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle. But <strong>the</strong> shaft refused to be<br />
withdrawn and so Ascanius was sent<br />
to fetch Iapis who was <strong>the</strong> son of<br />
Iasus, a man who was loved by<br />
Phoebus Apollo because not only<br />
was he skilled with <strong>the</strong> bow, he was<br />
knowledgeable in <strong>the</strong> arts of healing<br />
and could also make <strong>the</strong> lyre produce<br />
its most beautiful music. When <strong>the</strong><br />
old man arrived he found Anaeas,<br />
who was growing weaker by <strong>the</strong><br />
moment, tugging impatiently at <strong>the</strong><br />
shaft while <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r chieftains, all<br />
in tears and desperately worried<br />
about <strong>the</strong> state of <strong>the</strong>ir king, stood<br />
beside him. Yet when <strong>the</strong> doctor,<br />
his garments warped around him in<br />
Peon's fashion, plied his healing hand<br />
and all <strong>the</strong> remedies he knew,
fortune refused to guide <strong>the</strong> course<br />
of his medicine and <strong>the</strong> arrow<br />
remained stuck in Anaeas' side.<br />
While <strong>the</strong> old doctor worked <strong>the</strong><br />
sounds of <strong>the</strong> approaching battle grew<br />
louder as <strong>the</strong> Trojans and <strong>the</strong>ir allies<br />
retreated before <strong>the</strong> fury of King<br />
Turnus. Those who looked were able<br />
to see <strong>the</strong> clouds of dust rising into<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky and also watch as some of<br />
<strong>the</strong> exhausted charioteers reached<br />
<strong>the</strong> safety of <strong>the</strong> encampment and<br />
threw <strong>the</strong>mselves on <strong>the</strong> ground. But<br />
at <strong>the</strong> sight of her son's suffering<br />
Venus was struck to <strong>the</strong> heart and so<br />
flew immediately to Cretan Ida w<strong>here</strong><br />
she plucked some dittany, a plant<br />
with downy leaves and a purple<br />
flower which even wild goats knew<br />
could heal those who had an arrow<br />
lodged in <strong>the</strong>ir flesh. Then
concealing herself in a mist <strong>the</strong><br />
goddess bought this flower to <strong>the</strong><br />
encampment and dipped it into <strong>the</strong><br />
spring water Iapis was using to wash<br />
<strong>the</strong> wound. As soon as <strong>the</strong> plant had<br />
been dipped into <strong>the</strong> water it released<br />
its unseen powers and also its fragrant<br />
odour of ambrosia and so when <strong>the</strong><br />
doctor unthinkingly dipped his cloth<br />
in <strong>the</strong> water and began washing away<br />
<strong>the</strong> blood once more, in but a moment<br />
all pain left <strong>the</strong> frame of Anaeas, <strong>the</strong><br />
blood ceased to flow and <strong>the</strong> arrow<br />
obeyed <strong>the</strong> doctor's hand by simply<br />
falling out of Anaeas' side. The<br />
arrow having been removed, <strong>the</strong><br />
doctor, fearful of <strong>the</strong> approaching<br />
Ausonians couldn't help but cry:<br />
'Quick! Give <strong>the</strong> warrior his arms!<br />
Why so tardy?'<br />
Then looking at <strong>the</strong> wound which
was miraculously disappearing he<br />
said. 'No human skill has done this. It<br />
was not my hand which restored my<br />
king to health. A mightier power than<br />
mine is at work <strong>here</strong> and sends him<br />
back to mightier deeds.'<br />
Anaeas, as <strong>the</strong> life energies<br />
flowed back into his veins, became<br />
greedy for <strong>the</strong> fight and immediately<br />
began putting his armour back on. As<br />
soon as he was ready he clasped<br />
Ascanius to his breast and said,<br />
'Learn valour from me my son but<br />
success from o<strong>the</strong>rs. Today it is my<br />
hand which will shield you and lead<br />
you through <strong>the</strong> paths of honour. But<br />
when you have grown into manhood,<br />
although you must not forget <strong>the</strong> past,<br />
you must look to those of your own<br />
blood to help you with <strong>the</strong> problems<br />
of <strong>the</strong> time. But when action calls,
always remember that Anaeas was<br />
your fa<strong>the</strong>r and Prince Hector your<br />
cousin.'<br />
Having said this he picked up<br />
his shield and spear and passed out<br />
through <strong>the</strong> gate of <strong>the</strong> encampment<br />
with An<strong>the</strong>us and Menes<strong>the</strong>us close<br />
behind. When those who had been<br />
fleeing <strong>the</strong> battle for <strong>the</strong> safety of<br />
<strong>the</strong> encampment saw <strong>the</strong>ir king, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
immediately turned about and<br />
followed him. The whole plain was<br />
clouded by a blinding dust and <strong>the</strong><br />
earth throbbed and shuddered with <strong>the</strong><br />
tramp of advancing feet. But when<br />
King Turnus and <strong>the</strong> advancing<br />
Ausonians saw Anaeas back in <strong>the</strong><br />
fight, a cold shudder passed through<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir vitals. First to behold <strong>the</strong> sight<br />
was Juturna and she shrank back in<br />
terror. But to <strong>the</strong> Ausonians it was as
if a storm cloud had ga<strong>the</strong>red in <strong>the</strong><br />
sky above <strong>the</strong>m and was about to<br />
unleash a torrent of death and<br />
suffering.<br />
Now that <strong>the</strong> Trojan alliance had<br />
stopped retreating, <strong>the</strong> two armies<br />
faced each o<strong>the</strong>r and after a short<br />
pause in which each man prepared<br />
himself for <strong>the</strong> contest, <strong>the</strong> armies<br />
closed with a tempest of yelling<br />
and shouting.<br />
Arcadian Thymbraeus led <strong>the</strong><br />
attack by cutting down <strong>the</strong> mighty<br />
Osiris. Menes<strong>the</strong>us <strong>the</strong>n slew<br />
Archetius and Achates slew two of<br />
King Turnus' men. But <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
victory for <strong>the</strong> Ausonians as well as<br />
Ufens fell to <strong>the</strong> Tolumnius, <strong>the</strong> man<br />
who had been <strong>the</strong> first to hurl his<br />
javelin and break <strong>the</strong> treaty. But as<br />
each man struggled to kill <strong>the</strong> one
who faced him and <strong>the</strong> din rose<br />
up to <strong>the</strong> sky, <strong>the</strong> Ausonians were<br />
eventually forced to give ground and<br />
fall back to <strong>the</strong> city.<br />
But <strong>the</strong> hero himself did not<br />
stoop to slaughter those who retreated<br />
before him as his one desire was to<br />
meet King Turnus face to face and end<br />
<strong>the</strong> conflict. In consequence, he<br />
tracked <strong>the</strong> bloodthirsty king through<br />
<strong>the</strong> ranks like a hunter, but <strong>the</strong> terror<br />
struck Juturna was so determined to<br />
prevent a meeting that she plucked<br />
Metiscus, King Turnus' charioteer,<br />
from his place and left him fallen on<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground while she herself, after<br />
assuming his shape and form, took<br />
command of <strong>the</strong> horses. Like a black<br />
swallow which flies through <strong>the</strong><br />
house of some wealthy man and<br />
traverses <strong>the</strong> lofty hall in its quest
for scraps of food and is heard one<br />
moment in <strong>the</strong> empty cloisters and <strong>the</strong><br />
next about <strong>the</strong> water tanks, Juturna<br />
always made sure that while her<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r continued killing men,<br />
Anaeas never had a chance to get near<br />
enough to challenge him. Anaeas<br />
for his part, kept trying to ensure that<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir paths would cross and often,<br />
when he saw his foe across <strong>the</strong><br />
struggling ranks, he tried by running<br />
to match <strong>the</strong> horse's winged speed.<br />
But each time Juturna flicked her<br />
steeds with her whip and left Anaeas<br />
gasping for breath and cursing his<br />
luck.<br />
What could he do? His mind<br />
was struggling with <strong>the</strong> problem<br />
when he was unexpectedly seen by<br />
Messapus who, with a quick and<br />
skilled thrust of his arm, hurled his
spear. But Anaeas saw <strong>the</strong> spear<br />
coming and immediately dropped on<br />
one knee while raising his shield<br />
protectively above his head.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less it had been a good cast<br />
and so <strong>the</strong> heavy spear burst through<br />
<strong>the</strong> Fire God's shield and, striking<br />
<strong>the</strong> top of Anaeas' helmet, knocked<br />
<strong>the</strong> fine crest to <strong>the</strong> ground. But<br />
when he saw that his spear had failed<br />
to wound Anaeas, Messapus did not<br />
stay to fight. Instead he retreated<br />
quickly back into <strong>the</strong> ranks of his men<br />
while Anaeas, his anger rising in his<br />
breast, looked around for King Turnus<br />
once more. He was just in time to see<br />
<strong>the</strong> beautifully painted chariot<br />
disappear towards a far flank of <strong>the</strong><br />
battlefield and so, after many an<br />
appeal to <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods<br />
and <strong>the</strong> altars of violated treaty, he
gave up <strong>the</strong> chase and fell on <strong>the</strong> ranks<br />
before him. Fanned to dreadful<br />
vengeance by <strong>the</strong> War God's breath,<br />
he let loose a cruel carnage on any<br />
Ausonian who was unlucky enough<br />
to be in his path.<br />
Rutulian Sucro was <strong>the</strong> first to<br />
taste his anger and although he was<br />
brave enough to stand his ground,<br />
after a brief clash Anaeas drove his<br />
sword into his chest. Meanwhile, at<br />
<strong>the</strong> fur<strong>the</strong>r edges of <strong>the</strong> battle King<br />
Turnus spotted Amycus, who was<br />
lying on <strong>the</strong> ground after having<br />
been tossed from his chariot and<br />
immediately ran over him with <strong>the</strong><br />
wheels of his own. This infuriated<br />
Amycus' bro<strong>the</strong>r Diores, but when he<br />
rushed up to try and protect his<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r's corpse, King Turnus<br />
whipped his horses and, charging
forward, removed his head from his<br />
shoulders with a single swipe of his<br />
sword. Dismounting from his chariot,<br />
he cut off <strong>the</strong> head of Amycus with<br />
his axe and <strong>the</strong>n tied <strong>the</strong> heads of <strong>the</strong><br />
fallen bro<strong>the</strong>rs to <strong>the</strong> rail of his car.<br />
Remounting he chased after Arcadian<br />
Talos but before he was able to drive<br />
his spear through <strong>the</strong> fleeing man's<br />
back, <strong>the</strong> wheel of Talos' speeding<br />
chariot hit a rock and tossed him high<br />
into <strong>the</strong> air and, when he fell back to<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground, he saved King Turnus<br />
<strong>the</strong> trouble of killing him by landing<br />
on his head and breaking his neck.<br />
After that King Turnus killed four<br />
more men including Menoetes <strong>the</strong><br />
Arcadian who was a coward and had<br />
tried in vain to escape <strong>the</strong> war.<br />
Like two fires in different<br />
quarters of a tinder dry forest on a
hot summer's day, <strong>the</strong> two kings, both<br />
with anger boiling within <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
unconquered breasts, threw <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
whole force into <strong>the</strong> death <strong>the</strong>y dealt<br />
out. Anaeas, with a mighty rock,<br />
knocked Murranus from his car.<br />
Murranus was a man who was forever<br />
talking about his sires and grandsires<br />
and his lineage which stretched<br />
back through a series of Latian kings.<br />
But his kingly heritage failed to save<br />
him from Anaeas who cut off his head<br />
with <strong>the</strong> sword Vulcan had made.<br />
Moments later it was <strong>the</strong> turn of<br />
Cupencus who worshipped many<br />
gods and was always sacrificing to<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. But his piety failed to stop <strong>the</strong><br />
spear of Anaeas from sinking into his<br />
stomach.<br />
Meanwhile King Turnus faced<br />
Etruscan Hyllus, but as Hyllus
avely ran forward to attack, King<br />
Turnus hurled a javelin which<br />
pierced Hyllus' helmet and entered his<br />
brain. Without bo<strong>the</strong>ring to despoil<br />
<strong>the</strong> corpse of his victim King Turnus<br />
<strong>the</strong>n ran after Cre<strong>the</strong>us, who was<br />
bravest of <strong>the</strong> Arcadians. But his<br />
courage could not save him from <strong>the</strong><br />
black finger of death and nei<strong>the</strong>r was<br />
courage of any use to <strong>the</strong> great<br />
Aeolus, a man who had spread his<br />
fame across <strong>the</strong> Ausonian plains with<br />
<strong>the</strong> death he had dealt out because he<br />
also said goodbye to <strong>the</strong> light of day.<br />
In days gone by he had been one<br />
Trojan <strong>the</strong> Argive, Myrmidon and<br />
Telamonian warriors had never been<br />
able to defeat on <strong>the</strong> plains of Ilios<br />
and like Anaeas, he had even once<br />
managed to escape <strong>the</strong> swift footed<br />
Prince Achilles. But before he could
win more of <strong>the</strong> glory he desired, he<br />
was brought low by <strong>the</strong> spear of an<br />
Ausonian Achilles who was bent on<br />
finishing <strong>the</strong> work King Agamenmon<br />
had begun.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> day wore on and <strong>the</strong> two<br />
armies battled each o<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> heat,<br />
<strong>the</strong> chieftains of both sides strained<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir every nerve and gave no quarter<br />
to any of <strong>the</strong> men <strong>the</strong>y fought. But<br />
such was <strong>the</strong>ir ferocity of spirit, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
asked for none in return.<br />
It was now that Anaeas had an<br />
idea which was inspired by his<br />
goddess mo<strong>the</strong>r and this was to take a<br />
select band of his bravest warriors<br />
and march straight to <strong>the</strong> walls of<br />
Latium. King Turnus was so busy<br />
causing havoc on <strong>the</strong> peripherals of<br />
<strong>the</strong> battlefield that he was unable to<br />
counter such an audacious move and
Anaeas knew that once through <strong>the</strong><br />
Ausonians who faced him, <strong>the</strong>re<br />
would be nothing to stop him reaching<br />
<strong>the</strong> city. At once his whole being<br />
was fired by <strong>the</strong> immensity of such an<br />
opportunity and so he immediately<br />
summoned Menes<strong>the</strong>us, Sergestus<br />
and Serestus and told <strong>the</strong>m of his<br />
idea. 'Let nothing,' he said after<br />
explaining his plan, 'stay my orders<br />
for <strong>the</strong> hand of Jove is <strong>here</strong>. Also<br />
don't let anyone put up objections or<br />
drag <strong>the</strong>ir feet because this enterprise<br />
is unexpected. If <strong>the</strong> town of Latium,<br />
which is <strong>the</strong> cause of this war, does<br />
not submit to our arms and confess<br />
itself vanquished, we must topple its<br />
high turrets and burn every building<br />
to <strong>the</strong> ground this very day.'<br />
After pausing to let his words<br />
sink in, he continued. 'What? Am I
to wait until King Turnus chooses to<br />
face me in combat and <strong>the</strong>n, once I<br />
have conquered him, let him run<br />
away so he can face me again? The<br />
city of Latium is <strong>the</strong> wellspring<br />
of this monstrous war, so let us<br />
reclaim <strong>the</strong> treaty with fire in our<br />
hands.'<br />
As soon as his chosen men had<br />
formed up alongside him in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
chariots, he charged <strong>the</strong> Ausonians<br />
who faced him and, after breaking<br />
through <strong>the</strong>ir lines, made all speed<br />
for <strong>the</strong> city. But <strong>the</strong> Ausonians,<br />
instead of trying to give chase waited<br />
for orders from King Turnus but,<br />
when none were forthcoming, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
forgot <strong>the</strong> band which had broken<br />
through, large though it was, and<br />
turned <strong>the</strong>ir attention back to those of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojan alliance who had stayed
ehind and were still attacking <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Once through <strong>the</strong> Ausonian lines<br />
Anaeas made all speed for <strong>the</strong> city<br />
and when he arrived he ordered some<br />
of his men to construct scaling<br />
ladders, some to light brands and hurl<br />
<strong>the</strong>m over <strong>the</strong> walls and o<strong>the</strong>rs to<br />
drive <strong>the</strong>ir chariots round to <strong>the</strong><br />
several gates and slay <strong>the</strong> guards<br />
stationed <strong>the</strong>re; a task he expected to<br />
be easy because his attack was so<br />
unexpected.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> attack began to ga<strong>the</strong>r<br />
momentum Anaeas stood in front of<br />
<strong>the</strong> city's main gates and lifted his<br />
hands to <strong>the</strong> sky. Then after loudly<br />
upbraiding <strong>the</strong> king, he called on <strong>the</strong><br />
gods to witness <strong>the</strong> fact that he had<br />
been forced into this battle because<br />
<strong>the</strong> Latians and <strong>the</strong>ir Ausonian allies<br />
had twice broken <strong>the</strong>ir treaty with
him.<br />
Panic gripped many of <strong>the</strong><br />
citizens and <strong>the</strong>y immediately began<br />
calling for <strong>the</strong> gates to be opened so<br />
<strong>the</strong> city could be saved and some<br />
even tried to drag <strong>the</strong>ir aged monarch<br />
to <strong>the</strong> walls so he could surrender <strong>the</strong><br />
town. However, many o<strong>the</strong>rs grimly<br />
took up <strong>the</strong>ir weapons and prepared<br />
to defend <strong>the</strong>ir city with <strong>the</strong>ir lives.<br />
But alas, almost immediately,<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r misfortune befell <strong>the</strong> weary<br />
people of Latium and shook <strong>the</strong> city<br />
to its foundations with agony.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> queen, from her lofty palace<br />
window, had seen <strong>the</strong> Trojans<br />
attacking and could see no sign of<br />
King Turnus and his defending<br />
Ausonians, she deemed, poor wretch,<br />
that her beloved young king had been<br />
slain in <strong>the</strong> battle. Maddened by grief
she tore <strong>the</strong> purple raiment from her<br />
body with desperate hands and cried<br />
aloud that she alone was <strong>the</strong> cause of<br />
all this terrible evil. Then, in her<br />
anguish, she fastened to a lofty beam<br />
<strong>the</strong> hideous noose of death and,<br />
standing on an upturned water bucket<br />
she had fetched from a corner of her<br />
chamber, she placed <strong>the</strong> noose<br />
around her neck. After a frenzied<br />
prayer to <strong>the</strong> gods she gripped <strong>the</strong><br />
thick rope over her head and, lifting<br />
herself up slightly, kicked <strong>the</strong> bucket<br />
from under her feet.<br />
However, it was at this moment<br />
that Alecto's terrible viper, which<br />
was still lodged in her breast, saw<br />
an opportunity for one last act of<br />
extreme cruelty. Just as <strong>the</strong> queen<br />
kicked <strong>the</strong> bucket from under her<br />
feet, it caused her to realize that this
was <strong>the</strong> wrong thing for her to do<br />
and that she should live until such<br />
time as she had, through guile, an<br />
opportunity to kill <strong>the</strong> invader and<br />
prevent <strong>the</strong> marriage of her daughter<br />
to a foreigner. At this realisation<br />
Terror gave Amata's hands great<br />
strength and she clutched desperately<br />
at <strong>the</strong> rope above her head and let out<br />
a scream for help. When no one<br />
came, still hanging on to <strong>the</strong> rope<br />
which encircled her neck, she took<br />
a deep breath and screamed once<br />
more. Alas, when <strong>the</strong> Trojans had<br />
attacked <strong>the</strong> city her servants had all<br />
fled into <strong>the</strong> streets and so <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
no one to hear <strong>the</strong> distraught cries of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir queen. As <strong>the</strong> queen ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />
herself for one more breath, <strong>the</strong><br />
strength began to leave her fingers<br />
and she felt <strong>the</strong> noose begin to tighten
around her neck and, because of <strong>the</strong><br />
constriction, this time she was only<br />
able to half fill her lungs with air. As<br />
a result her next cry was pitifully low<br />
and hoarse and when she tried to<br />
breath in once more, she found her air<br />
passages completely blocked and,<br />
looking around in wild-eyed<br />
desperation, she saw <strong>the</strong> hooded<br />
figure of black Death standing<br />
patiently in her doorway and holding<br />
his dreadful scy<strong>the</strong> in his right hand.<br />
When he beckoned her with a bony<br />
finger, she was so terrified that in a<br />
last desperate attempt to clear <strong>the</strong><br />
blockage and escape her fate, she<br />
wildly kicked out her feet. But this<br />
had no affect on her ability to breath<br />
and so, as her mind began to glaze<br />
over, she lost <strong>the</strong> power to think, her<br />
hands flopped to her side, her head
lolled lifelessly to one side and she at<br />
last became still.<br />
When Latium's wretched dames<br />
discovered <strong>the</strong> blow which had fallen,<br />
Lavinia was <strong>the</strong> first to tear at her<br />
golden hair and scratch her rosy<br />
cheeks with her long nails. O<strong>the</strong>r<br />
dames ran wildly through <strong>the</strong> streets<br />
and filled <strong>the</strong> city with <strong>the</strong>ir wailing<br />
and as a result, Fame quickly carried<br />
<strong>the</strong> terrible news to every ear and<br />
caused every heart to sink. When <strong>the</strong><br />
old king heard <strong>the</strong> news he tore his<br />
garments and walked around in a daze<br />
trying to come to terms with his<br />
wife's death. Then, in his despair,<br />
he went to his stables and after<br />
picking horse manure from <strong>the</strong><br />
ground, he began soiling his hoary<br />
locks and face with <strong>the</strong> unseemly<br />
dirt and continually upbraided
himself for not having embraced<br />
Anaeas and willingly taken him for a<br />
son in law.<br />
But as <strong>the</strong>se events were taking<br />
place in <strong>the</strong> city, King Turnus was<br />
plying <strong>the</strong> war on <strong>the</strong> plain outside <strong>the</strong><br />
encampment and killing Trojans,<br />
Arcadians and Tuscans with zeal. But<br />
both he and his men were less buoyant<br />
now because <strong>the</strong> enemy which faced<br />
<strong>the</strong>m seemed to have lost interest in<br />
<strong>the</strong> battle and, having formed up into<br />
solid defensive positions, <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
refusing to fight. Although <strong>the</strong>y<br />
fended off all attacks, <strong>the</strong>y never<br />
broke ranks and nor did <strong>the</strong>y follow<br />
up on any of <strong>the</strong> opportunities chance<br />
gave <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
When an envoy brought King<br />
Turnus <strong>the</strong> news of Anaeas' attack<br />
on <strong>the</strong> city he turned to look back
towards <strong>the</strong> city but his sister, still<br />
in <strong>the</strong> guise of Metiscus, cried.<br />
'Proceed we still, my king, to<br />
slaughter <strong>the</strong> Trojans w<strong>here</strong>ver we<br />
may find <strong>the</strong>m. Even if some have<br />
broken through and are making for<br />
Latium, <strong>the</strong>re are plenty of men to<br />
guard <strong>the</strong> walls. So while Anaeas is<br />
away, let us wreak havoc <strong>here</strong> among<br />
his leaderless men because <strong>the</strong> more<br />
you slay, <strong>the</strong> greater will be your<br />
fame.'<br />
'Sister,' Turnus answered, 'I have<br />
been aware of your presence for some<br />
time now. I first recognized your hand<br />
when you artfully disturbed <strong>the</strong> truce<br />
and flung yourself into our quarrel.<br />
Yet still you try to hide your goddess<br />
state from my eyes! But tell me, by<br />
whose will have you been sent from<br />
Olympus to cope with toils such as
<strong>the</strong>se? Is it so that you may look on<br />
<strong>the</strong> cruel end of your hapless bro<strong>the</strong>r?<br />
For what can I do? What chance is<br />
<strong>the</strong>re left to give me hope of safety?<br />
With my own eyes I saw <strong>the</strong> giant<br />
frame of Murranus laid low by a<br />
terrible wound. He was my dearest<br />
friend and when he called me by<br />
name, I did not go to his aid. Dead<br />
too is <strong>the</strong> ill-starred Ufens and his<br />
arms are now a Trojan's prize; all<br />
because he would not see me<br />
disgraced. Am I to also let <strong>the</strong><br />
homes of <strong>the</strong> Latians be razed to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground? Shall I turn my back and<br />
let this land see King Turnus in<br />
flight? Is death after all so bitter?<br />
May <strong>the</strong> powers of <strong>the</strong> grave be<br />
gracious to me since it seems <strong>the</strong><br />
gods on Olympus are against me!<br />
Yes, I will go down into <strong>the</strong> ne<strong>the</strong>r
world a stainless spirit. None shall<br />
accuse me of having fled from <strong>the</strong><br />
Trojan king and besides, I might even<br />
win <strong>the</strong> contest.'<br />
Scarce had he finished speaking<br />
when up drove Saces with an arrow<br />
sticking from his side. But although<br />
weakened by his loss of blood, he<br />
implored Turnus by name. 'King<br />
Turnus,' he cried, 'our last hope is<br />
in you. Have compassion on your<br />
men. King Anaeas is threatening to<br />
burn our city to <strong>the</strong> ground and even<br />
now his men are hurling firebrands<br />
on <strong>the</strong> roofs and <strong>the</strong> fires are taking<br />
hold. Every Latian eye now turns to<br />
you and <strong>the</strong> king himself mutters<br />
in doubt as to whom he should call his<br />
son in law. But <strong>the</strong>re is more terrible<br />
news. Your fastest friend, Queen<br />
Amata, is dead by her own hand.
Only Messapus and Atinas are at <strong>the</strong><br />
gates to hold <strong>the</strong> Trojans back, but<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are faced by a harvest of naked<br />
blades while you are <strong>here</strong>, rolling your<br />
car over a field from which <strong>the</strong> battle<br />
has ebbed.'<br />
At this dreadful news King<br />
Turnus was bewildered by <strong>the</strong><br />
thoughts and feelings which flooded<br />
through his being and for a moment<br />
he stood in a dull, dazed silence.<br />
Deep shame, grief, madness and<br />
frenzy all surged within him at once<br />
and he didn't know what to do. But<br />
after a few moments <strong>the</strong> shadows<br />
parted and light came back to his<br />
eyes. He looked cityward and on <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r side of <strong>the</strong> hills he could see <strong>the</strong><br />
dark cloud of smoke which told of <strong>the</strong><br />
fires in <strong>the</strong> city. 'Fate is too strong<br />
for me, my sister,' he said looking
at Juturna. 'Too strong. Hold me<br />
back no longer for I must go to w<strong>here</strong><br />
heaven and cruel fortune are calling<br />
me. Yes I will meet Anaeas and<br />
endure <strong>the</strong> full bitterness of death. No<br />
more, my love, shall you see me<br />
disgraced. Allow me my hour of<br />
madness and do not try to hold me<br />
back.'<br />
Lashing his horses he called on<br />
his men to follow him and made all<br />
speed for <strong>the</strong> city. Even as from a<br />
mountain's top, when a rock which is<br />
torn free by <strong>the</strong> wind or rain comes<br />
crashing down <strong>the</strong> steep slope and, as<br />
it bounds along, knocks tall trees and<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r obstacles aside in its headlong<br />
dash, so King Turnus ignored all that<br />
was in his way as he savagely lashed<br />
his horses and raced to <strong>the</strong> city. When<br />
he arrived he waved his arms in <strong>the</strong>
air and cried with a mighty voice.<br />
'Have done, ye Rutulians! Have<br />
done, ye Latians and Ausonians!<br />
Hold back your spears! Whatever<br />
fortune brings, she brings through<br />
me. It is juster by far that I, in your<br />
place, should singly expiate <strong>the</strong><br />
treaty's breach and try <strong>the</strong> issue with<br />
my bronze.'<br />
At this <strong>the</strong> men from both sides<br />
stepped back from <strong>the</strong> fight and left<br />
him a clear space in front of <strong>the</strong> city<br />
gates.<br />
When Anaeas saw King Turnus<br />
he hastened to meet his adversary.<br />
Seeing this every man on both sides<br />
completely forgot about <strong>the</strong> fight and<br />
turned to watch <strong>the</strong> two men as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
approached each o<strong>the</strong>r. Even King<br />
Latinus was amazed to see two such<br />
mighty warriors, born in climes so
distant from each o<strong>the</strong>r, face each<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r so <strong>the</strong>y could try <strong>the</strong> issue with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir weapons. As soon as a space had<br />
been cleared <strong>the</strong> two contestants<br />
began <strong>the</strong> contest by hurling <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
spears at each o<strong>the</strong>r and <strong>the</strong>n came<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r with a great crash. As <strong>the</strong>y<br />
struggled, <strong>the</strong> earth groaned beneath<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir feet as chance, skill and valour<br />
all mingled toge<strong>the</strong>r and each man's<br />
sword delivered blow upon blow. As<br />
when two bulls let out a great bellow<br />
of rage and lower <strong>the</strong>ir heads for<br />
combat while <strong>the</strong> herdsmen retreat in<br />
dread and <strong>the</strong> heifers all stand<br />
around in dumb terror and wait to see<br />
who is to be <strong>the</strong>ir monarch and,<br />
once <strong>the</strong>ir horns are locked, each bull<br />
twists and pushes with all its strength<br />
until neck and shoulders are awash<br />
with blood and sweat; with no less
fury Anaeas <strong>the</strong> Trojan and King<br />
Turnus <strong>the</strong> Rutulian clashed shield<br />
upon shield and, with sword in hand,<br />
tried with all <strong>the</strong>ir skill and might to<br />
kill <strong>the</strong>ir opponent. An enormous din<br />
filled <strong>the</strong> air and on snowy Olympus<br />
<strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods raised up<br />
his scales to see whom <strong>the</strong> struggle<br />
would doom. But just as he was doing<br />
so King Turnus darted forward and,<br />
deeming it safe, raised up his sword<br />
and brought it down with all his<br />
strength and weight combined. At<br />
this both Trojans and Latians let out a<br />
great shout because <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
convinced <strong>the</strong> blow would kill<br />
Anaeas, but on meeting <strong>the</strong> bronze of<br />
<strong>the</strong> helmet made by Vulcan, <strong>the</strong><br />
faithless sword failed its fiery lord and<br />
snapped in two. The king, finding<br />
himself unarmed immediately turned
and fled and, as he looked at <strong>the</strong><br />
bladeless handle in his hand, he<br />
realized that in his headlong rush from<br />
<strong>the</strong> plain, he had left his fa<strong>the</strong>r's great<br />
sword behind and snatched up<br />
instead <strong>the</strong> one of Metiscus, his<br />
charioteer. The sword had always<br />
done good service but as soon as it<br />
came into contact with <strong>the</strong> divine<br />
armour of Vulcan, <strong>the</strong> mortal blade,<br />
like brittle ice, had shattered in his<br />
hand and now <strong>the</strong> pieces lay<br />
sparkling in <strong>the</strong> dust.<br />
In his attempt to escape so he<br />
could rearm before facing Anaeas<br />
once more, <strong>the</strong> distraught king flew<br />
hi<strong>the</strong>r and thi<strong>the</strong>r in front of <strong>the</strong> city.<br />
But both <strong>the</strong> Trojans and Ausonians<br />
closed toge<strong>the</strong>r in a circle and<br />
prevented him from fleeing <strong>the</strong><br />
contest.
But as King Turnus was chased<br />
around <strong>the</strong> great circle of men by<br />
Anaeas, he called on his Rutulians and<br />
begged <strong>the</strong>m to bring him his<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r's sword. But none dared to help<br />
as Anaeas had terrified <strong>the</strong>m all by<br />
swearing that if any one man tried to<br />
help his quarry, he would kill many<br />
and also burn <strong>the</strong>ir homes to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground. Pressing on he chased King<br />
Turnus five times around <strong>the</strong> circle<br />
but, when he failed to catch <strong>the</strong> fleet<br />
footed king, he decided that his spear<br />
would have to kill <strong>the</strong> man his feet<br />
could not catch. It chanced that <strong>the</strong>re<br />
had stood in front of <strong>the</strong> city a wild<br />
olive tree which was sacred to<br />
Faunus and which in days of old<br />
had been prayed to by seamen when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y returned from <strong>the</strong>ir voyages.<br />
But a little while earlier <strong>the</strong>
unrespecting Trojans had cut down<br />
<strong>the</strong> hallowed tree to use as a<br />
battering ram and it was in <strong>the</strong><br />
remaining stump which Anaeas'<br />
spear had lodged when he first hurled<br />
it at King Turnus. But when King<br />
Turnus saw <strong>the</strong> Trojan chief go to<br />
wrench his spear from <strong>the</strong> stump, he<br />
prayed fervently. 'Have mercy, I<br />
beg <strong>the</strong>e, good Faunus, and thou,<br />
most gracious earth. If ever I have<br />
offered you a pleasing sacrifice, hold<br />
fast <strong>the</strong> spear of Anaeas.'<br />
His prayer did not go unanswered<br />
because no matter how hard Anaeas<br />
pulled on <strong>the</strong> shaft, <strong>the</strong> point<br />
remained embedded in <strong>the</strong> stump and<br />
refused to budge. But while Anaeas<br />
struggled with his spear <strong>the</strong> Daunian<br />
nymph, resuming <strong>the</strong> guise of <strong>the</strong><br />
charioteer Metiscus, ran forward and
estored <strong>the</strong>ir fa<strong>the</strong>r's sword to her<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r. At this, Venus, angered by<br />
<strong>the</strong> liberty taken by <strong>the</strong> presumptuous<br />
nymph, immediately plucked<br />
Anaeas' spear from <strong>the</strong> depths of <strong>the</strong><br />
tree stump and so both men faced up<br />
to each o<strong>the</strong>r once more.<br />
Meanwhile, high above, <strong>the</strong><br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Gods accosted<br />
Juno as she sat on a golden cloud<br />
and gazed down on <strong>the</strong> contest.<br />
'W<strong>here</strong> is this to end, fair spouse?' He<br />
asked. 'What last stroke have you in<br />
store to try and save your beloved<br />
King Turnus? You know that Anaeas<br />
has his place among Italy's native<br />
gods assured and that destiny is<br />
building him a ladder to <strong>the</strong> stars.<br />
So what vain hope keeps you seated<br />
on this chilly cloud? Destiny has<br />
decreed that King Turnus must die, so
why did you ask <strong>the</strong> beautiful Juturna<br />
to help her bro<strong>the</strong>r? Without your aid<br />
she would never have been able to<br />
give him back his lost sword and<br />
now he thinks he might still slay<br />
Anaeas. Have done with your hatred<br />
for <strong>the</strong> Trojans and let my prayers<br />
change your mind. Let that decision<br />
of Prince Paris cease to torment you.<br />
It was all a long time ago and Paris<br />
now inhabits <strong>the</strong> ne<strong>the</strong>r world, so<br />
don't let me hear <strong>the</strong> sounds of your<br />
bitterness any more. Your face is too<br />
lovely for such sour thoughts.<br />
Anyway, your limits have been<br />
reached. To toss <strong>the</strong> survivors of<br />
Troy over land and sea, to kindle an<br />
unhallowed war, to plunge a home<br />
into mourning and blend a dirge with<br />
<strong>the</strong> bridal song, this has been yours to<br />
do. But all fur<strong>the</strong>r action I forbid.'
'I knew,' Saturn's daughter replied<br />
with a downcast look, 'Great Fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
that such was your desire and so I<br />
have withdrawn, against my will,<br />
from Turnus and <strong>the</strong> earth. O<strong>the</strong>rwise<br />
you would not see me sitting <strong>here</strong> in<br />
<strong>the</strong> solitude of this, my airy palace.<br />
If I could I would arm myself with<br />
firebrands and, taking my place in<br />
<strong>the</strong> very front of <strong>the</strong> battle, I would<br />
force <strong>the</strong> Trojans into <strong>the</strong> hands of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir enemy. As for Juturna, I<br />
encouraged her, I admit, to succour<br />
her wretched bro<strong>the</strong>r. But nought<br />
was said of aiming <strong>the</strong> shaft or<br />
bending <strong>the</strong> bow. Never<strong>the</strong>less, I<br />
now swear by <strong>the</strong> inexpiable fountain<br />
head of <strong>the</strong> Styx, <strong>the</strong> one sanction<br />
which binds us gods toge<strong>the</strong>r, that I<br />
will quit this odious struggle.'<br />
'However,' she continued after
pausing to look down on <strong>the</strong><br />
struggling contestants for a moment.<br />
'T<strong>here</strong> is one favour I would ask. One<br />
which destiny does not forbid and<br />
which I ask for <strong>the</strong> sake of Latium<br />
and <strong>the</strong> dignity of its people. When<br />
<strong>the</strong> bonds of treaty shall be finally<br />
formed by <strong>the</strong> marriage of Anaeas and<br />
Lavinia, let it not be thy will that<br />
<strong>the</strong> native Latians should change<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir ancient name and customs and<br />
become Trojans. Let <strong>the</strong>m not alter<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir language or <strong>the</strong>ir garments but<br />
let <strong>the</strong>re be a Latium still. Let <strong>the</strong>re<br />
be centuries of Alban kings and let<br />
<strong>the</strong>re be a Roman stock strong in<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir sense of Italian manhood and<br />
let Troy remain fallen as she is in<br />
both name and nation alike.'<br />
The Fa<strong>the</strong>r of Men and Nature<br />
answered with a smile. 'Ay, such are
<strong>the</strong> waves of passion which surge<br />
through your bosom, you are indeed<br />
my own sister. But come, let this<br />
ineffectual frenzy give way. I submit<br />
in willing obedience and grant you<br />
your wish. The Ausonians shall keep<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir native tongue and customs and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir name shall remain as it is while<br />
<strong>the</strong> Trojans will leave <strong>the</strong>ir past<br />
behind and merge into <strong>the</strong> nation <strong>the</strong>y<br />
join. After <strong>the</strong> death of King Turnus<br />
all shall become Latians and speak<br />
<strong>the</strong> Latin tongue. But <strong>the</strong> race which<br />
shall arise from this mixture of<br />
Ausonian and Trojan blood shall one<br />
day transcend <strong>the</strong> earth in strength<br />
and piety. Nor shall any nation ever<br />
pay you such honours as <strong>the</strong>y.'<br />
These words turned <strong>the</strong> queen's<br />
abject sullenness to pleasure and,<br />
smiling, she nodded her assent before
quitting her lonely cloud and<br />
returning to feasting halls on snowcapped<br />
Olympus.<br />
Having reached an agreement<br />
with his sister and spouse Jove<br />
decided it was time to separate<br />
Juturna from her bro<strong>the</strong>r's side and so<br />
he immediately thought of <strong>the</strong> two<br />
fiends which, along with Tartarean<br />
Megaera, Dismal Night brought forth<br />
in one and <strong>the</strong> same birth and, after<br />
wreathing <strong>the</strong>m alike with coiling<br />
serpents, she equipped <strong>the</strong>m with<br />
wings. They were often to be seen<br />
next to <strong>the</strong> great urn in his palace in<br />
which he keeps <strong>the</strong> black misfortunes<br />
he sometimes decides to bestow on<br />
men when he inflicts <strong>the</strong>m with<br />
disease and frightful death or<br />
besieges a guilty town with war. One<br />
of <strong>the</strong>se fiends he sent in haste from
Olympus and bade her show Juturna<br />
his will. Forth flew <strong>the</strong> daughter of<br />
Night, swift as an arrow from Apollo's<br />
bow and, as soon as she saw <strong>the</strong><br />
forces of Troy and <strong>the</strong> army of<br />
Turnus, she changed herself into <strong>the</strong><br />
shape of a puny bird which often sits<br />
on a tombstone or lonely roof in <strong>the</strong><br />
night and screams relentlessly through<br />
<strong>the</strong> gloom. In this disguise <strong>the</strong> fiend<br />
again and again flew around King<br />
Turnus' face and beat on his shield<br />
with her tiny wings. At this a chill of<br />
terror ran through <strong>the</strong> young king's<br />
frame and his hair stood shudderingly<br />
erect while no word could leave his<br />
mouth. But when Juturna saw <strong>the</strong> evil<br />
omen flapping around her bro<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
head she tore at her hair and<br />
scratched her face and <strong>the</strong>n, beating<br />
her breast with a clenched fist, she
cried. 'What now my bro<strong>the</strong>r? What<br />
can I, your sister, do? By what<br />
expedient can I leng<strong>the</strong>n your span?<br />
Can I face a portent such as this? At<br />
last! At last, I quit <strong>the</strong> field. Cease to<br />
appal my fluttering soul, ye bird of<br />
Night. I recognise <strong>the</strong> flapping of your<br />
wings and <strong>the</strong>ir sound of death. Nor<br />
do I fail to read <strong>the</strong> will of Jove in<br />
your presence. But is this a just<br />
recompense for a lost virginity? Why<br />
did he give me life to last forever?<br />
Why did he annul <strong>the</strong> law of death?<br />
Ah! that I could at this moment end<br />
<strong>the</strong> tale of my sorrows and, hand in<br />
hand, travel down into <strong>the</strong> shades<br />
with my poor bro<strong>the</strong>r. Can<br />
immortality or aught else that I have<br />
to boast about give me joy without<br />
him? Oh that <strong>the</strong> earth beneath my<br />
feet would open up and send me
down in death, goddess though I am.'<br />
So saying she shrouded her<br />
head in her azure robe and, with<br />
many a groan, vanished beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
veil of her deity.<br />
Anaeas, who had been unaware<br />
of <strong>the</strong> nymph, was shaking his<br />
treelike spear and calling on his terror<br />
struck opponent. 'Ano<strong>the</strong>r delay?'<br />
He called. 'What excuse have you<br />
this time? Why do you hang back<br />
from <strong>the</strong> battle once more? Ours is<br />
not a contest of speed, but of stern<br />
hand to hand battle. Take any<br />
disguise you like, fly to <strong>the</strong> stars in<br />
your chariot or hide in <strong>the</strong> cavernous<br />
depths of <strong>the</strong> earth, you will not<br />
escape my spear.'<br />
But with a shake of his<br />
trembling head King Turnus replied.<br />
'I quail not at your fiery words,
insulting foe. Or your spear. It is<br />
Heaven which makes me quail<br />
because I fear that Jove has turned<br />
against me.'<br />
Saying no more he swept his<br />
eyes around and saw a huge rock<br />
which chanced to be lying on <strong>the</strong> plain<br />
as if it had once marked <strong>the</strong> boundary<br />
of some field so that no one could<br />
dispute its ownership. It was so large<br />
it would take three of today's<br />
strongest men to lift it on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
shoulders, but King Turnus lifted it by<br />
himself and, running towards Anaeas,<br />
launched it at his foe. But <strong>the</strong> fiend<br />
had done her work and so<br />
somew<strong>here</strong> deep in his psyche <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was an emptiness which robbed him<br />
of his ability to follow through on<br />
his desire to win <strong>the</strong> contest and so <strong>the</strong><br />
great rock, hurled with strength
though it was, failed to reach its<br />
target and crashed harmlessly onto<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground. Even as during <strong>the</strong> night<br />
when heavy slumber weighs down<br />
<strong>the</strong> eyes of a sleeper who, in his<br />
dream, vainly tries to make forward<br />
progress but fails helplessly because<br />
<strong>the</strong> desired strength is not in his<br />
frame, so it was with <strong>the</strong> gigantic<br />
King Turnus. Whatever means his<br />
valour tried, <strong>the</strong> fluttering fiend<br />
prevented each one from succeeding<br />
and he couldn't help but become<br />
confused and disorientated. Then,<br />
because he could no longer stop<br />
himself quailing before <strong>the</strong> spear of<br />
Anaeas, he looked from <strong>the</strong> massed<br />
Ausonians to his Rutulian comrades<br />
and also towards <strong>the</strong> city. He knew<br />
not how to escape or face his foe and<br />
nor could he see any sign of his
chariot and <strong>the</strong> sister who drove it.<br />
Noting his opponent's confusion<br />
King Anaeas took careful aim with his<br />
shaft and put all his weight and skill<br />
into <strong>the</strong> cast. The bloodthirsty spear,<br />
driven by its desire to kill, flew<br />
through <strong>the</strong> air with a swoosh and<br />
burst through <strong>the</strong> outermost circle of<br />
King Turnus' shield and after forcing<br />
its way through <strong>the</strong> corselet, it sank<br />
itself into King Turnus' thigh. The<br />
strike caused <strong>the</strong> young king's legs to<br />
collapse beneath him and he was<br />
laid prostrate on <strong>the</strong> ground. Up<br />
started <strong>the</strong> Rutulians, groaning as<br />
one man while King Turnus, in<br />
lowly suppliance, lifted up his pain<br />
filled eyes and an entreating hand to<br />
his conqueror. 'It is my due.' he cried.<br />
'and I ask not to be spared. So take<br />
what fortune has given you. But if you
can remember your fa<strong>the</strong>r Anchises,<br />
have mercy on my fa<strong>the</strong>r and let me<br />
live. Or else restore my breathless<br />
body to him undespoiled. You are<br />
<strong>the</strong> victor and all of Ausonia has seen<br />
my conquered hands outstretched.<br />
The royal bride is yours, so let our<br />
hatred be pressed no fur<strong>the</strong>r.'<br />
On hearing this plea Anaeas<br />
checked <strong>the</strong> hand which had drawn<br />
his sword and was about to kill his<br />
prostrate foe. This pause allowed <strong>the</strong><br />
suppliant words to work more and<br />
more on his faltering purpose and he<br />
was about to let King Turnus live<br />
when, from <strong>the</strong> waist of <strong>the</strong> fallen<br />
warrior, <strong>the</strong>re flashed a light from<br />
well know jewels. The belt which had<br />
once been belonged to young Prince<br />
Pallas was now around his killer's<br />
waist and <strong>the</strong> moment Anaeas saw
this, he recalled <strong>the</strong> loss of his friend<br />
and his grief. The sparkling jewels<br />
rekindled his wrath into terrible<br />
madness. 'What!' he shouted. 'With<br />
<strong>the</strong> trophy taken from my friend<br />
around your waist, did you think you<br />
would escape my hand? Look me in<br />
<strong>the</strong> eye and know that it is Pallas who,<br />
with this blow, sends you down to<br />
Pluto's Halls and gluts his vengeance<br />
with your accursed blood.'<br />
With <strong>the</strong>se words, Anaeas<br />
plunged his blade into <strong>the</strong> breast<br />
which lay before him and, as King<br />
Turnus' lifeless body slumped to <strong>the</strong><br />
ground, his soul, resenting its lot and<br />
<strong>the</strong> youth it was forced to leave<br />
behind, flew groaningly off to <strong>the</strong><br />
shades.<br />
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