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Contents



BkVII:1-36 The Trojans Reach the Tiber4

BkVII:37-106 King Latinus and the Oracle. 5

BkVII:107-147 Fulfilment of A Prophecy. 7

BkVII:148-191 The Palace of Latinus. 8

BkVII:192-248 The Trojans Seek Alliance With Latinus. 9

BkVII:249-285 Latinus Offers Peace. 11

BkVII:286-341 Juno Summons Allecto. 12

BkVII:341-405 Allecto Maddens Queen Amata. 13

BkVII:406-474 Allecto Rouses Turnus. 15

BkVII:475-539 Allecto Among the Trojans. 17

BkVII:540-571 Allecto Returns to Hades. 19

BkVII:572-600 Latinus Abdicates. 20

BkVII:601-640 Latium Prepares for War21

BkVII:641-782 The Battle-List22

BkVII:783-817 Turnus and Camilla Complete the Array. 26

 


 

BkVII:1-36 The Trojans Reach the Tiber

 

Caieta, Aeneasís nurse, you too have granted

eternal fame to our shores in dying:

tributes still protect your grave, and your name

marks your bones in great Hesperia, if that is glory.

Now, as soon as the open sea was calm, having paid

the last rites due to custom, and raised a funeral mound,

Aeneas the good left the harbour and sailed on his way.

The breezes blew through the night, and a radiant moon was no

inhibitor to their voyage, the sea gleaming in the tremulous light.

The next shores they touched were Circeís lands,

where that rich daughter of the sun makes the hidden groves

echo with continual chanting, and burns fragrant cedar

for nocturnal light in her proud palace, as she sets

her melodious shuttle running through the fine warp.

From there the angry roar of lions could be heard,

chafing at their ropes, and sounding late into the night,

and the rage of bristling wild-boars, and caged bears,

and the howling shapes of huge wolves,

whom Circe, cruel goddess, had altered from human appearance

to the features and forms of creatures, using powerful herbs.

But Neptune filled their sails with following winds, so that

Troyís virtuous race should not suffer so monstrous a fate

entering the harbour, and disembarking on that fatal shore,

and carried them past the boiling shallows, granting them escape.

Now the sea was reddening with the sunís rays, and saffron Aurora

in her rose-coloured chariot, shone from the heights of heaven,

when the winds dropped and every breeze suddenly fell away,

and the oars laboured slowly in the water. At this moment,

gazing from the sea, Aeneas saw a vast forest. Through it

the Tiberís lovely river, with swirling eddies full of golden sand,

bursts to the ocean. Countless birds, around and above,

that haunt the banks and streams, were delighting

the heavens with their song and flying through the groves.

He ordered his friends to change course and turn their prows

towards land, and joyfully entered the shaded river.

 

BkVII:37-106 King Latinus and the Oracle

 

Come now, Erato, and Iíll tell of the kings, the times,

the state of ancient Latium, when that foreign

troop first landed on Ausoniaís shores, and Iíll recall

the first fighting from its very beginning. You goddess,

you must prompt your poet. Iíll tell of brutal war,

Iíll tell of battle action, and princes driven to death

by their courage, of Trojan armies, and all of Hesperia

forced to take up arms. A greater order of things

is being born, greater is the work that I attempt.

King Latinus, now old in years, ruled fields

and towns, in the tranquillity of lasting peace.

We hear he was the child of Faunus and the Laurentine

nymph, Marica. Faunusís father was Pictus, and he boasts

you, Saturn, as his, you the first founder of the line.

By divine decree, Latinus had no male heir, his son

having been snatched from him in the dawn of first youth.

There was only a daughter to keep house in so noble a palace,

now ready for a husband, now old enough to be a bride.

Many sought her hand, from wide Latium and all Ausonia,

Turnus above all, the most handsome, of powerful ancestry,

whom the queen hastened to link to her as her son-in-law

with wonderful affection. But divine omens, with their many

terrors, prevented it. There was a laurel, with sacred leaves,

in the high inner court in the middle of the palace,

that had been guarded with reverence for many years.

It was said that Lord Latinus himself had discovered it,

when he first built his fortress, and dedicated it to Apollo,

and from it had named the settlers Laurentines.

A dense cloud of bees (marvellous to tell) borne

through the clear air, with a mighty humming,

settled in the very top of the tree, and hung there,

their feet all tangled together, in a sudden swarm.

Immediately the prophet cried: ĎI see a foreign hero,

approaching, and, from a like direction, an army

seeks this same place, to rule from the high citadel.í

Then as he lit the altars with fresh pine torches,

as virgin Lavinia stood there next to her father

she seemed (horror!) to catch the fire in her long tresses,

and all her finery to burn in crackling flame, her royally

dressed tresses set alight, her crown alight, remarkable

for its jewels: then wreathed in smoke and yellow light,

she seemed to scatter sparks through all the palace.

Truly it was talked of as a shocking and miraculous sight:

for they foretold she would be bright with fame and fortune,

but it signified a great war for her people.

Then the king, troubled by the wonder, visited the oracle

of Faunus, his far-speaking father, and consulted the groves

below high Albunea, mightiest of forests, that echoed

with the sacred fountain, and breathed a deadly vapour from the dark.

The people of Italy, and all the Oenotrian lands, sought answers

to their doubts, from that place: when the priest brought

offerings there, and, found sleep, in the silent night, lying

on spread fleeces of sacrificed sheep, he saw there many ghosts

flitting in marvellous forms, and heard various voices, had speech

with the gods, and talked with Acheron, in the depths of Avernus.

And here the king, Latinus, himself seeking an answer,

slaughtered a hundred woolly sheep according to the rite,

and lay there supported by their skins and woolly fleeces:

Suddenly a voice emerged from the deep wood:

ĎO my son, donít try to ally your daughter in a Latin marriage,

donít place your faith in the intended wedding:

strangers will come to be your kin, whoíll lift our name

to the stars by their blood, and the children

of whose race shall see all, where the circling sun

views both oceans, turning obediently beneath their feet.í

Latinus failed to keep this reply of his Fatherís quiet,

this warning given in the silent night, and already

Rumour flying far and wide had carried it through

the Ausonian cities, when the children of Laomedon

came to moor their ships by the riverís grassy banks.

 

BkVII:107-147 Fulfilment of A Prophecy

 

Aeneas, handsome Iulus, and the foremost leaders,

settled their limbs under the branches of a tall tree,

and spread a meal: they set wheat cakes for a base

under the food (as Jupiter himself inspired them)

and added wild fruits to these tables of Ceres.

When the poor fare drove them to set their teeth

into the thin discs, the rest being eaten, and to break

the fateful circles of bread boldly with hands and jaws,

not sparing the quartered cakes, Iulus, jokingly,

said no more than: ĎHa! Are we eating the tables too?í

That voice on first being heard brought them to the end

of their labours, and his father, as the words fell

from the speakerís lips, caught them up

and stopped him, awestruck at the divine will.

Immediately he said: ĎHail, land destined to me

by fate, and hail to you, O faithful gods of Troy:

here is our home, here is our country. For my father

Anchises (now I remember) left this secret of fate with me:

ĎSon, when youíre carried to an unknown shore, food is lacking,

and youíre forced to eat the tables, then look for a home

in your weariness: and remember first thing to set your hand

on a site there, and build your houses behind a rampart.í

This was the hunger he prophesied, the last thing remaining,

to set a limit to our ruinÖcome then,

and with the sunís dawn light letís cheerfully discover

what place this is, what men live here, where this peopleís city is,

and letís explore from the harbour in all directions.

Now pour libations to Jove and call, with prayer,

on my father Anchises, then set out the wine once more.

So saying he wreathed his forehead with a leafy spray,

and prayed to the spirit of the place, and to Earth the oldest

of goddesses, and to the Nymphs, and the yet unknown rivers:

then he invoked Night and Nightís rising constellations,

and Idaean Jove, and the Phrygian Mother, in order,

and his two parents, one in heaven, one in Erebus.

At this the all-powerful Father thundered three times

from the clear sky, and revealed a cloud in the ether,

bright with rays of golden light, shaking it with his own hand.

Then the word ran suddenly through the Trojan lines

that the day had come to found their destined city.

They rivalled each other in celebration of the feast, and delighted

by the fine omen, set out the bowls and crowned the wine-cups.

 

BkVII:148-191 The Palace of Latinus

 

Next day when sunrise lit the earth with her first flames,

they variously discovered the city, shores and limits

of this nation: here was the pool of Numiciusís fountain,

this was the River Tiber, here the brave Latins lived.

Then Anchisesís son ordered a hundred envoys, chosen

from every rank, all veiled in Pallasís olive leaves

to go to the kingís noble fortress, carrying gifts

for a hero, and requesting peace towards the Trojans.

Without delay, they hastened as ordered, travelling

at a swift pace. He himself marked out walls with a shallow ditch,

toiled at the site, and surrounded the first settlement on those shores

with a rampart and battlement, in the style of a fortified camp.

And now his men had pursued their journey and they saw

Latinusís turrets and high roofs, and arrived beneath the walls.

Boys, and men in the flower of youth, were practising

horsemanship outside the city, breaking in their mounts

in clouds of dust, or bending taut bows, or hurling firm spears

with their arms, challenging each other to race or box:

when a messenger, racing ahead on his horse, reported

to the ears of the aged king that powerful warriors in unknown

dress had arrived. The king ordered them to be summoned

to the palace, and took his seat, in the centre, on his ancestral throne.

Huge and magnificent, raised on a hundred columns,

his roof was the cityís summit, the palace of Laurentian Picus,

sanctified by its grove and the worship of generations.

It was auspicious for a king to receive the sceptre here and first lift

the fasces, the rods of office: this shrine was their curia,

their senate house, the place of their sacred feasts, here the elders,

after lambs were sacrificed, sat down at an endless line of tables.

There standing in ranks at the entrance were the statues of ancestors

of old, in ancient cedar-wood, Italus, and father Sabinus, the vine-grower,

depicted guarding a curved pruning-hook, and aged Saturn,

and the image of Janus bi-face, and other kings from the beginning,

and heroes wounded in battle, fighting for their country.

Many weapons too hung on the sacred doorposts,

captive chariots, curved axes, helmet crests, the massive bars

of city gates, spears, shields and the ends of prows torn from ships.

There Picus, the Horse-Tamer, sat, holding the lituus, the augurís

Quirinal staff, and clothed in the trabea, the purple-striped toga,

and carrying the ancile, the sacred shield, in his left hand,

he, whom his lover, Circe, captivated by desire, struck

with her golden rod: changed him with magic drugs

to a woodpecker, and speckled his wings with colour.

 

BkVII:192-248 The Trojans Seek Alliance With Latinus

 

Such was the temple of the gods in which Latinus, seated

on the ancestral throne, called the Trojans to him in the palace,

and as they entered spoke first, with a calm expression:

ĎSons of Dardanus (for your city and people are not unknown

to us, and we heard of your journey towards us on the seas),

what do you wish? What reason, what need has brought

your ships to Ausonian shores, over so many azure waves?

Whether you have entered the river mouth, and lie in harbour,

after straying from your course, or driven here by storms,

such things as sailors endure on the deep ocean,

donít shun our hospitality, and donít neglect the fact

that the Latins are Saturnís people, just, not through constraint or law,

but of our own free will, holding to the ways of the ancient god.

And I remember in truth (though the tale is obscured by time)

that the Auruncan elders told how Dardanus, sprung

from these shores, penetrated the cities of Phrygian Ida,

and Thracian Samos, that is now called Samothrace.

Setting out from here, from his Etruscan home, Corythus,

now the golden palace of the starlit sky grants him a throne,

and he increases the number of divine altars.í

He finished speaking, and Ilioneus, following, answered so:

ĎKing, illustrious son of Faunus, no dark tempest, driving

us though the waves, forced us onto your shores,

no star or coastline deceived us in our course:

we travelled to this city by design, and with willing hearts,

exiled from our kingdom, that was once the greatest

that the sun gazed on, as he travelled from the edge of heaven.

The founder of our race is Jove, the sons of Dardanus enjoy

Jove as their ancestor, our king himself is of Joveís high race:

Trojan, Aeneas, sends us to your threshold.

The fury of the storm that poured from fierce Mycenae,

and crossed the plains of Ida, and how the two worlds of Europe

and Asia clashed, driven by fate, has been heard by those whom

the most distant lands banish to where Ocean circles back,

and those whom the zone of excessive heat, stretched

between the other four, separates from us.

Sailing out of that deluge, over many wastes of sea,

we ask a humble home for our countryís gods, and a harmless

stretch of shore, and air and water accessible to all.

Weíll be no disgrace to the kingdom, nor will your reputation

be spoken of lightly, nor gratitude for such an action fade,

nor Ausonia regret taking Troy to her breast.

I swear by the destiny of Aeneas, and the power of his right hand,

whether proven by any man in loyalty, or war and weapons,

many are the peoples, many are the nations (do not scorn us

because we offer peace-ribbons, and words of prayer, unasked)

who themselves sought us and wished to join with us:

but through divine destiny we sought out your shores

to carry out its commands. Dardanus sprang from here,

Apollo recalls us to this place, and, with weighty orders, drives us

to Tuscan Tiber, and the sacred waters of the Numician fount.†

Moreover our king offers you these small tokens of his

former fortune, relics snatched from burning Troy.

His father Anchises poured libations at the altar from this gold,

this was Priamís burden when by custom he made laws

for the assembled people, the sceptre, and sacred turban,

and the clothes, laboured on by the daughters of Ilium.í

 

BkVII:249-285 Latinus Offers Peace

 

At Ilioneusís words Latinus kept his face set firmly

downward, fixed motionless towards the ground, moving his eyes

alone intently. It is not the embroidered purple that moves

the king nor Priamís sceptre, so much as his dwelling

on his daughterís marriage and her bridal-bed,

and he turns over in his mind old Faunusís oracle:

this must be the man, from a foreign house, prophesied

by the fates as my son-in-law, and summoned to reign

with equal powers, whose descendants will be illustrious

in virtue, and whose might will take possession of all the world.

At last he spoke, joyfully: ĎMay the gods favour this beginning,

and their prophecy. Trojan, what you wish shall be granted.

I do not reject your gifts: you will not lack the wealth

of fertile fields, or Troyís wealth, while Latinus is king.

Only, if Aeneas has such longing for us, if he is eager

to join us in friendship and be called our ally, let him come

himself and not be afraid of a friendly face: it will be

part of the pact, to me, to have touched your leaderís hand.

Now you in turn take my reply to the king:

I have a daughter whom the oracles from my fatherís shrine,

and many omens from heaven, will not allow to unite

with a husband of our race: sons will come from foreign shores,

whose blood will raise our name to the stars: this they prophesy

is in store for Latium,. I both think and, if my mind foresees

the truth, I hope that this is the man destiny demands.í

So saying the king selected stallions from his whole stable

(three hundred stood there sleekly in their high stalls):

immediately he ordered one to be led to each Trojan by rank,

caparisoned in purple, swift-footed, with embroidered housings

(gold collars hung low over their chests, covered in gold,

they even champed bits of yellow gold between their teeth),

and for the absent Aeneas there was a chariot, with twin horses,

of heavenís line, blowing fire from their nostrils,

bastards of that breed of her fatherís, the Sun, that cunning

Circe had produced, by mating them with a mortal mare.

The sons of Aeneas, mounting the horses, rode back

with these words and gifts of Latinus, bearing peace.

 

BkVII:286-341 Juno Summons Allecto

But behold, the ferocious wife of Jove returning

from Inachusís Argos, winging her airy way,

saw the delighted Aeneas and his Trojan fleet,

from the distant sky, beyond Sicilian Pachynus.

She gazed at them, already building houses, already confident

in their land, the ships deserted: she halted pierced by a bitter pang.

Then shaking her head, she poured these words from her breast:

ĎAh loathsome tribe, and Trojan destiny, opposed to my

own destiny! Could they not have fallen on the Sigean plains,

could they not have been held as captives? Could burning Troy

not have consumed these men? They find a way through

the heart of armies and flames. And I think my powers must

be exhausted at last, or I have come to rest, my anger sated.

Why, when they were thrown out of their country I ventured

to follow hotly through the waves, and challenge them on every ocean.

The forces of sea and sky have been wasted on these Trojans.

What use have the Syrtes been to me, or Scylla, or gaping

Charybdis? They take refuge in their longed-for Tiberís channel,

indifferent to the sea and to me. Mars had the power

to destroy the Lapithsí vast race, the father of the gods himself

conceded ancient Calydon, given Dianaís anger,

and for what sin did the Lapiths or Calydon, deserve all that?

But I, Joveís great Queen, who in my wretchedness had the power

to leave nothing untried, who have turned myself to every means,

am conquered by Aeneas. But if my divine strength is not

enough, I wonít hesitate to seek help wherever it might be:

if I cannot sway the gods, Iíll stir the Acheron.

I accept itís not granted to me to withhold the Latin kingdom,

and by destiny Lavinia will still, unalterably, be his bride:

but I can draw such things out and add delays,

and I can destroy the people of these two kings.

Let father and son-in-law unite at the cost of their nationsí lives:

virgin, your dowry will be Rutulian and Trojan blood,

and Bellona, the goddess of war, waits to attend your marriage.

Nor was it Hecuba, Cisseusís daughter, alone who was pregnant

with a fire-brand, or gave birth to nuptial flames.

Why, Venus is alike in her child, another Paris,

another funeral torch for a resurrected Troy.í

When she had spoken these words, fearsome, she sought the earth:

and summoned Allecto, the grief-bringer, from the house

of the Fatal Furies, from the infernal shadows: in whose

mind are sad wars, angers and deceits, and guilty crimes.

A monster, hated by her own father Pluto, hateful

to her Tartarean sisters: she assumes so many forms,

her features are so savage, she sports so many black vipers.

Juno roused her with these words, saying:

ĎGrant me a favour of my own, virgin daughter of Night,

this service, so that my honour and glory are not weakened,

and give way, and the people of Aeneas cannot woo

Latinus with intermarriage, or fill the bounds of Italy.

Youíve the power to rouse brothers, who are one, to conflict,

and overturn homes with hatred: you bring the scourge

and the funeral torch into the house: youíve a thousand names,

and a thousand noxious arts. Search your fertile breast,

shatter the peace accord, sow accusations of war:

let men in a moment need, demand and seize their weapons.í

 

BkVII:341-405 Allecto Maddens Queen Amata

 

So Allecto, steeped in the Gorgonís poison, first searches out

Latium and the high halls of the Laurentine king,

and sits at the silent threshold of Queen Amata, whom

concerns and angers have troubled, with a womanís passion,

concerning the Trojanís arrival, and Turnusís marriage.

The goddess flings a snake at her from her dark locks,

and plunges it into the breast, to her innermost heart, so that

maddened by the creature, she might trouble the whole palace.

Sliding between her clothing, and her polished breast,

it winds itself unfelt and unknown to the frenzied woman,

breathing its viperous breath: the powerful snake becomes her

twisted necklace of gold, becomes the loop of her long ribbon,

knots itself in her hair, and roves slithering down her limbs.

And while at first the sickness, sinking within as liquid venom,

pervades her senses, and clasps her bones with fire,

and before her mind has felt the flame through all its thoughts,

she speaks, softly, and in a motherís usual manner,

weeping greatly over the marriage of her daughter to the Trojan:

ĎO, have you her father no pity for your daughter or yourself?

Have you no pity for her mother, when the faithless seducer

will leave with the first north-wind, seeking the deep, with the girl

as prize? Wasnít it so when Paris, that Phrygian shepherd,

entered Sparta, and snatched Ledaís Helen off to the Trojan cities?

What of your sacred pledge? What of your former care for your own

people, and your right hand given so often to your kinsman Turnus?

If a son-in-law from a foreign tribe is sought for the Latins,

and itís settled, and your father Faunusís command weighs on you,

then I myself think that every land free of our rule

that is distant, is foreign: and so the gods declare.

And if the first origins of his house are traced, Inachus

and Acrisius are ancestors of Turnus, and Mycenae his heartland.í

When, though trying in vain with words, she sees Latinus

stand firm against her, and when the snakeís maddening venom

has seeped deep into her flesh, and permeated throughout,

then, truly, the unhappy queen, goaded by monstrous horrors,

rages madly unrestrainedly through the vast city.

As a spinning-top, sometimes, that boys intent on play thrash

in a circle round an empty courtyard, turns under the whirling lash,

- driven with the whip it moves in curving tracks: and the childish crowd

marvel over it in innocence, gazing at the twirling boxwood:

and the blows grant it life: so she is driven through the heart

of cities and proud peoples, on a course that is no less swift.

Moreover, she runs to the woods, pretending Bacchic possession,

setting out on a greater sin, and creating a wider frenzy,

and hides her daughter among the leafy mountains,

to rob the Trojans of their wedding and delay the nuptials,

shrieking ĎEuhoeí to Bacchus, crying ĎYou alone are worthy

of this virgin: itís for you in truth she lifts the soft thyrsus,

you she circles in the dance, for you she grows her sacred hair.í

Rumour travels: and the same frenzy drives all the women,

inflamed, with madness in their hearts, to seek strange shelter.

They leave their homes, and bare their head and neck to the winds:

while others are already filling the air with vibrant howling

carrying vine-wrapped spears, and clothed in fawn-skins.

The wild Queen herself brandishes a blazing pine-branch

in their midst, turning her bloodshot gaze on them, and sings

the wedding-song for Turnus and her daughter, and, suddenly

fierce, cries out: ĎO, women of Latium, wherever you are, hear me:

if you still have regard for unhappy Amata† in your pious hearts,

if youíre stung with concern for a motherís rights,

loose the ties from your hair, join the rites with me.í

So Allecto drives the Queen with Bacchic goad, far and wide,

through the woods, among the wild creaturesí lairs.

 

BkVII:406-474 Allecto Rouses Turnus

 

When she saw she had stirred these first frenzies enough,

and had disturbed Latinusís plans, and his whole household,

the grim goddess was carried from there, at once, on dark wings,

to the walls of Turnus, the brave Rutulian, the city they say

that Danae, blown there by a violent southerly, built

with her Acrisian colonists. The place was once called Ardea

by our ancestors, and Ardea still remains as a great name,

its good-fortune past. Here, in the dark of night,

Turnus was now in a deep sleep, in his high palace.

Allecto changed her fierce appearance and fearful shape,

transformed her looks into those of an old woman,

furrowed her ominous brow with wrinkles, assumed

white hair and sacred ribbon, then twined an olive spray there:

she became Calybe, Junoís old servant, and priestess of her temple,

and offered herself to the young manís eyes with these words:

ĎTurnus, will you see all your efforts wasted in vain,

and your sceptre handed over to Trojan settlers?

The king denies you your bride and the dowry looked for

by your race, and a stranger is sought as heir to the throne.

Go then, be despised, offer yourself, un-thanked, to danger:

go, cut down the Tuscan ranks, protect the Latins with peace!

This that I now say to you, as you lie there in the calm of night,

Saturnís all-powerful daughter herself ordered me to speak openly.

So rise, and ready your men, gladly, to arm and march

from the gates to the fields, and set fire to the painted ships

anchored in our noble river, and the Trojan leaders with them.

The vast power of the gods demands it. Let King Latinus

himself feel it, unless he agrees to keep his word and give you

your bride, and let him at last experience Turnus armed.í

At this the warrior, mocking the priestess, opened his mouth in turn:

ĎThe news that a fleet has entered Tiberís waters

has not escaped my notice, as you think:

donít imagine itís so great a fear to me.

Nor is Queen Juno unmindful of me.

But you, O mother, old age, conquered by weakness

and devoid of truth, troubles with idle cares, and mocks

a prophetess, amidst the wars of kings, with imaginary terrors.

Your dutyís to guard the godsí statues and their temples:

men will make war and peace, by whom warís to be made.í

Allecto blazed with anger at these words.

And, as the young man spoke, a sudden tremor seized his body,

and his eyes became fixed, the Fury hissed with so many snakes,

such a form revealed itself: then turning her fiery gaze on him,

she pushed him away as he hesitated, trying to say more,

and raised up a pair of serpents amidst her hair,

and cracked her whip, and added this through rabid lips:

ĎSee me, conquered by weakness, whom old age, devoid of truth,

mocks with imaginary terrors amongst the wars of kings.

Look on this: I am here from the house of the Fatal Sisters,

and I bring war and death in my hand.í

So saying, she flung a burning branch at the youth,

and planted the brand, smoking with murky light, in his chest.

An immense terror shattered his sleep, and sweat, pouring

from his whole body drenched flesh and bone.

Frantic, he shouted for weapons, looked for weapons by the bedside,

and through the palace: desire for the sword raged in him,

and the accursed madness of war, anger above all:

as when burning sticks are heaped, with a fierce crackling,

under the belly of a raging cauldron, and the depths

dance with the heat, the smoking mixture seethes inside,

the water bubbles high with foam, the liquid can no longer

contain itself, and dark vapour rises into the air.

So, violating the peace, he commanded his young leaders

to march against King Latinus, and ordered the troops to be readied,

to defend Italy, to drive the enemy from her borders:

his approach itself would be enough for both Trojans and Latins.

When he gave the word, and called the gods to witness his vows,

the Rutuli vied in urging each other to arm.

This man is moved by Turnusís youth and outstanding nobility

of form, that by his royal line, this one again by his glorious deeds.

 

BkVII:475-539 Allecto Among the Trojans

 

While Turnus was rousing the Rutulians with fiery courage,

Allecto hurled herself towards the Trojans, on Stygian wings,

spying out, with fresh cunning, the place on the shore

where handsome Iulus was hunting wild beasts on foot with nets.

Hadesís Virgin drove his hounds to sudden frenzy,

touching their muzzles with a familiar scent,

so that they eagerly chased down a stag: this was a prime

cause of trouble, rousing the spirits of the countrymen to war.

There was a stag of outstanding beauty, with huge antlers,

that, torn from its motherís teats, Tyrrhus and his sons had raised,

the father being the man to whom the kingís herds submitted,

and who was trusted with managing his lands far and wide.

Silvia, their sister, training it to her commands with great care,

adorned its antlers, twining them with soft garlands, grooming

the wild creature, and bathing it in a clear spring. Tame to the hand,

and used to food from the masterís table, it wandered the woods,

and returned to the familiar threshold, by itself, however late at night.

Now while it strayed far a-field, Iulus the huntsmanís

frenzied hounds started it, by chance, as it moved

downstream, escaping the heat by the grassy banks.

Iulus himself inflamed also with desire for high

honours, aimed an arrow from his curved bow,

the goddess unfailingly guiding his errant hand,

and the shaft, flying with a loud hiss, pierced flank and belly.

But the wounded creature fleeing to its familiar home,

dragged itself groaning to its stall, and, bleeding, filled

the house with its cries, like a person begging for help.

Silvia, the sister, beating her arms with her hands in distress, was

the first to call for help, summoning the tough countrymen.

They arrived quickly (since a savage beast haunted the silent woods)

one with a fire-hardened stake, one with a heavy knotted staff:

anger made a weapon of whatever each man found

as he searched around. Tyrrhus called out his men:

since by chance he was quartering an oak by driving

wedges, he seized his axe, breathing savagely.

Then the cruel goddess, seeing the moment to do harm,

found the stableís steep roof, and sounded the herdsmenís

call, sending a voice from Tartarus through the twisted horn,

so that each grove shivered, and the deep woods echoed:

Dianaís distant lake at Nemi heard it: white Narís river,

with its sulphurous waters, heard: and the fountains of Velinus:

while anxious mothers clasped their children to their breasts.

Then the rough countrymen snatching up their weapons, gathered

more quickly, and from every side, to the noise with which

that dread trumpet sounded the call, nor were the Trojan

youth slow to open their camp, and send out help to Ascanius.

The lines were deployed. They no longer competed

with solid staffs, and fire-hardened stakes, in a rustic quarrel,

but fought it out with double-edged blades, and a dark crop

of naked swords bristled far and wide: bronze shone

struck by the sun, and hurled its light up to the clouds:

as when a wave begins to whiten at the windís first breath,

and the sea swells little by little, and raises higher waves,

then surges to heaven out of its profoundest depths.

Here young Almo, in the front ranks, the eldest

of Tyrrhusís sons, was downed by a hissing arrow:

the wound opened beneath his throat, choking the passage

of liquid speech, and failing breath, with blood.

The bodies of many men were round him, old Galaesus

among them, killed in the midst of offering peace, who was

one of the most just of men, and the wealthiest in Ausonian land:

five flocks bleated for him, five herds returned

from his fields, and a hundred ploughs furrowed the soil.

 

BkVII:540-571 Allecto Returns to Hades

 

While they fought over the plain, in an equally-matched contest,

the goddess, having, by her actions, succeeded in what sheíd promised,

having steeped the battle in blood, and brought death in the first skirmish,

left Hesperia, and wheeling through the air of heaven

spoke to Juno, in victory, in a proud voice:

ĎBehold, for you, discord is completed with sad war:

tell them now to unite as friends, or join in alliance.

Since Iíve sprinkled the Trojans with Ausonian blood,

Iíll even add this to it, if Iím assured that itís your wish

Iíll bring neighbouring cities into the war, with rumour,

inflaming their minds with love of warís madness, so that they come

with aid from every side: Iíll sow the fields with weapons.í

Then Juno answered: ĎThatís more than enough terror and treachery:

the reasons for war are there: armed, they fight hand to hand,

and the weapons that chance first offered are stained with fresh blood.

Such be the marriage, such be the wedding-rites that this

illustrious son of Venus, and King Latinus himself, celebrate.

The Father, the ruler of high Olympus, does not wish you

to wander too freely in the ethereal heavens.

Leave this place. Whatever chance for trouble remains

I will handle.í So spoke Saturnís daughter:

Now, the Fury raised her wings, hissing with serpents,

and sought her home in Cocytus, leaving the heights above.

Thereís a place in Italy, at the foot of high mountains,

famous, and mentioned by tradition, in many lands,

the valley of Amsanctus: woods thick with leaves hem it in,

darkly, on both sides, and in the centre a roaring torrent

makes the rocks echo, and coils in whirlpools.

There a fearful cavern, a breathing-hole for cruel Dis,

is shown, and a vast abyss, out of which Acheron bursts,

holds open its baleful jaws, into which the Fury,

that hated goddess, plunged, freeing earth and sky.

 

BkVII:572-600 Latinus Abdicates

 

Meanwhile Saturnís royal daughter was no less active,

setting a final touch to the war. The whole band of herdsmen

rushed into the city from the battle, bringing back the dead,

the boy Almo, and Galaesus, with a mangled face,

and invoking the gods, and entreating Latinus.

Turnus was there, and ,at the heart of the outcry,

he redoubled their terror of fire and slaughter:

ĎTrojans are called upon to reign: Phrygian stock

mixes with ours: I am thrust from the door.í

Then those whose women, inspired by Bacchus, pranced about

in the pathless woods, in the godís dance (for Amataís name is not trivial),

drawing together from every side, gathered to make their appeal to Mars.

Immediately, with perverse wills, all clamoured for warís

atrocities, despite the omens, despite the godís decrees,.

They vied together in surrounding King Latinusís palace:

like an immoveable rock in the ocean, he stood firm,

like a rock in the ocean, when a huge breaker falls,

holding solid amongst a multitude of howling waves,

while round about the cliffs and foaming reefs roar, in vain,

and seaweed, hurled against its sides, is washed back again.

As no power was really granted him to conquer

their blind will, and events moved to cruel Junoís orders,

with many appeals to the gods and the helpless winds,

the old man cried: ĎAlas, we are broken by fate, and swept away

by the storm! Oh, wretched people, youíll pay the price yourselves

for this, with sacrilegious blood. You, Turnus, your crime and its

punishment await you, and too late youíll entreat the gods with prayers.

My share is rest, yet at the entrance to the harbour

Iím robbed of all contentment in dying.í Speaking no more

he shut himself in the palace, and let fall the reins of power.

 

BkVII:601-640 Latium Prepares for War

 

There was a custom in Hesperian Latium, which

the Alban cities always held sacred, as great Rome

does now, when they first rouse Mars to battle,

whether they prepare to take sad war in their hands

to the Getae, the Hyrcanians, or the Arabs, or to head East

pursuing the Dawn, to reclaim their standards from Parthia:

there are twin gates of War (so they are named),

sanctified by religion, and by dread of fierce Mars:

a hundred bars of bronze, and ironís eternal strength,

lock them, and Janus the guardian never leaves the threshold.

When the final decision of the city fathers is for battle,

the Consul himself, dressed in the Quirine toga, folded

in the Gabine manner, unbars these groaning doors, himself,

and himself invokes the battle: then the rest of the men

do so too, and bronze horns breathe their hoarse assent.

Latinus was also commanded to declare war in this way

on Aeneasís people, and unbolt the sad gates,

but the old man held back his hand, and shrank

from the vile duty, hiding himself in dark shadows.

Then the Queen of the gods, gliding from the sky,

set the reluctant doors in motion, with her own hand:

Saturnís daughter forced open the iron gates of War

on their hinges. Italy, once peaceful and immoveable, was alight.

Some prepared to cross the plains on foot, others stirred

the deep dust on noble horses: all demanded weapons.

Others polished smooth shields, and bright javelins,

with thick grease, and sharpened axes on grindstones:

they delighted in carrying standards and hearing the trumpet call.

So five great cities set up anvils and forged

new weapons: powerful Atina, proud Tibur,

Ardea, Crustumeri, and towered Antemnae.

They beat out helmets to protect their heads, and wove

wickerwork frames for shields: others hammered

breastplates of bronze, and shiny greaves of malleable silver:

to this they yielded pride in the shareís blade and the sickle, all their

passion for the plough: they recast their fatherís swords in the furnace.

And now the trumpets began to sound, the word that signalled war

went round: this man, in alarm, snatched his helmet from his home,

another harnessed quivering horses to the yoke, took up his shield,

and triple-linked coat of mail, and fastened on his faithful sword.

 

BkVII:641-782 The Battle-List

 

Now Muses, open wide Helicon, and begin a song

of kings who were roused to war: what ranks of followers

each one had, filling the plain: with what men even then

Italyís rich earth flowered: with what armies she shone:

since, goddesses, you remember, and have the power to tell:

while a faint breath of their fame has barely reached us.

First fierce Mezentius enters the war, that scorner of gods,

from the Tuscan shore, and rouses his troops to arms.

His son, Lausus, is beside him, than whom no other is

more handsome in form, except Laurentine Turnus.

Lausus, the tamer of horses, who subdues wild beasts,

leads a thousand men from Agyllaís town, who follow him

in vain, deserving to be happier than under his fatherís

rule, a father who might perhaps not be a Mezentius.

Aventinus follows them, the handsome son of handsome Hercules,

displaying his palm-crowned chariot and victorious horses,

over the turf, and carries his fatherís emblem on his shield:

a hundred snakes, and the Hydra wreathed with serpents:

the priestess Rhea brought him to the shores of light,

in a secret birth, in the woods, on the Aventine Hill,

a woman mated to a god when Tyrinthian Hercules,

the conqueror who slew Geryon, came to the Laurentine fields,

and bathed his Spanish cattle in the Tuscan stream.

His men carry javelins and grim pikes, in their hands, to war,

and fight with polished swords and Sabellian spears.

He himself, on foot, a huge lion skin swinging,

with terrifying unkempt mane, and with its white teeth

crowning his head, enters the royal palace, just like that,

a savage, with Herculesís clothing fastened round his shoulders.

Then twin-brothers, Catillus, and brave Coras,

Argive youths, leaving the walls of Tibur,

and a people named after their brother Tiburtus,

borne into the forefront of the army, among the dense spears,

like cloud-born Centaurs descending from a high peak

in the mountains, leaving Homole and snow-covered Othrys

in their swift course: the vast woods give way as they go,

and, with a loud crash, the thickets yield to them.

Nor is Caeculus the founder of Praenesteís city missing,

who as every age has believed was born a king, to Vulcan,

among the wild cattle, and discovered on the hearth,

heís followed by a rustic army drawn from far and wide,

men who live in steep Praeneste, and the fields of Juno

of Gabii, and beside cool Anio, and among the Hernican rocks

dew-wet from the streams: those you nurture, rich Anagnia,

and you father Amasenus. They donít all have weapons

or shields, or rumbling chariots: most fling pellets of blue lead,

some carry twin darts in their hand, and have reddish

caps of wolf-skin for headgear: the left foot is bare

as they walk, a boot of raw hide protects the other.

And Messapus, Neptuneís son, tamer of horses,

whom no oneís permitted to fell with fire or steel,

now suddenly calls to arms his settled tribes, and troops

unused to war, and grasps the sword again.

These hold Fescenniumís lines and Aequi Falisciís,

those Soracteís heights and Flaviniumís fields,

and Ciminusís lake and hill, and Capenaís groves.

They march to a steady beat, and sing of their king:

as the river Cayster and the Asian meadows, struck from afar,

echo sometimes, when the snowy swans, among the flowing clouds,

return from pasture, and make melodious music from their long throats.

No one would think that bronze-clad ranks were joined

in such a crowd, but an airy cloud of strident birds

driving shore-wards from the deep gulf.

Behold, Clausus, of ancient Sabine blood, leading

a great army, and worth a great army in his own right.

Now the Claudian tribe and race has spread, from him,

through Latium, since Rome was shared with the Sabines.

With him, a vast company from Amiternum, and ancient Quirites

from Cures, all the forces of Eretum, and olive-clad Mutusca:

those who live in Nomentum town, and the Rosean fields, by Lake

Velinus, those from Tetricaís bristling cliffs, and from Mount Severus,

and Casperia and Foruli, and from beside Himellaís stream,

those who drink the Tiber and Fabaris, those cold Nursia sent,

and the armies of Horta and the Latin peoples,

and those whom Allia, unlucky name, flows between and divides:

as many as the waves that swell in Libyaís seas,

when fierce Orionís buried by the wintry waters,

or thick as the ears of corn scorched by the early sun,

in the plain of Hermus, or Lyciaís yellow fields.

The shields clang, and the earth is terrified by the tramp of feet.

Next Halaesus, Agamemnonís son, hostile to the Trojan name,

harnesses his horses to his chariot, and hastens a thousand

warlike tribes to Turnus, men who turn the fertile

Massic soil for Bacchus, and those the Auruncan elders

have sent from the high hills, and the Sidicine levels nearby,

those who have left Cales behind, and those who live

by Volturnusís shallow river, and by their side the rough

Saticulan and the Oscan men. Polished javelins are their

weapons, but their custom is to attach a flexible leash.

A shield protects their left, with curved swords for close fighting.

Nor shall you, Oebalus, go un-sung in our verses,

you whom they say the nymph Sebethis bore to Telon,

who is old now, when he held the throne of Teleboan

Capreae: but not content with his fatherís fields,

even then the son exercised his power over

the Sarrastrian peoples, and the plains that Sarnus waters,

and those who hold Rufrae and Batulum and Celemnaís fields,

who are used to throwing their spears in the Teuton fashion:

and those apple-growers that the ramparts of Abella look down on,

whose head-cover is bark stripped from a cork-tree:

and their bronze shields gleam, their swords gleam with bronze.

And you too Ufens, sent to battle from mountainous Nersae,

well known to fame, and fortunate in arms, whose people

of the hard Aequian earth, are especially

tough, and hunt extensively in the forests.

They plough the earth while armed, and always delight

in carrying off fresh spoils, and living on plunder.

There came a priest as well, of the Marruvian race,

sent by King Archippus, sporting a frond of fruitful olive

above his helmet, Umbro the most-valiant,

who, by incantation and touch, was able to shed sleep

on the race of vipers and water-snakes with poisonous breath,

soothing their anger, and curing their bites, by his arts.

But he had no power to heal a blow from a Trojan spear-point,

nor did sleep-inducing charms, or herbs found on Marsian hills,

help him against wounds. For you, Angitiaís grove wept:

Fucinusís glassy wave, for you: for you, the crystal lakes.

And Virbius, Hippolytusís son, most handsome, went

to the war, whom his mother Aricia sent in all his glory,

He was reared in Egeriaís groves, round the marshy shores,

where Dianaís altar stands, rich and forgiving.

For they tell in story that Hippolytus, after he had fallen prey

to his stepmother Phaedraís cunning, and, torn apart by stampeding

horses, had paid the debt due to his father with his blood,

came again to the heavenly stars, and the upper air beneath

the sky, recalled by Apolloís herbs and Dianaís love.

Then the all-powerful father, indignant that any mortal

should rise from the shadows to the light of life,

hurled Aesculapius, Apolloís son, the discoverer

of such skill and healing, down to the Stygian waves.

But kindly Diana hid Hippolytus in a secret place,

and sent him to the nymph Egeria, to her grove,

where he might spend his life alone, unknown,

in the Italian woods, his name altered to Virbius.

So too horses are kept away from the temple of Diana

Trivia, and the sacred groves, they who, frightened

by sea-monsters, spilt chariot and youth across the shore.

 

BkVII:783-817 Turnus and Camilla Complete the Array

 

Turnus himself went to and from, among the front ranks, grasping

his weapons, pre-eminent in form, overtopping the rest by a head.

His tall helmet was crowned with a triple plume, holding up

a Chimaera, breathing the fires of Etna from its jaws,

snarling the more, and the more savage with sombre flames

the more violent the battle becomes, the more blood is shed.

But on his polished shield was Io, with uplifted horns,

fashioned in gold, already covered with hair, already a heifer,

a powerful emblem, and Argus, that virginís watcher,

and old Inachus pouring his river out of an engraved urn.

A cloud of infantry followed, and the ranks with shields

were thick along the plain, Argive men

and Auruncan troops, Rutulians and old Sicanians,

and the Sacranian lines, and Labicians, their shields painted:

and those who farmed your woodland pastures, Tiber,

and Numiciusís holy shore, and those whose ploughshare

turns Rutulian hills or Circeís headland, those whose fields

Jupiter of Anxur guards, or Feronia, pleased with her green groves:

those from where Saturaís black marsh lies, and from where

chill Ufens finds his valleyís course, and is buried in the sea.

Besides all these came Camilla, of the Volscian race,

leading her line of horse, and troops gleaming with bronze,

a warrior girl, her hands not trained to Minervaís distaff,

and basket of wool, but toughened to endure a fight,

and, with her quickness of foot, out-strip the winds.

She might have skimmed the tips of the stalks of uncut

corn, and not bruised their delicate ears with her running:

or, hanging above the swelling waves, taken her path through

the heart of the deep, and not dipped her quick feet in the sea.

All of the young men flooding from houses and fields,

and the crowds of women marvelled, and gazed, at her as she went by,

in open-mouthed wonder at how the splendour of royal purple

draped her smooth shoulders, how her brooch clasped her hair

with gold, how she herself carried her Lycian quiver,

and a shepherdís myrtle staff, tipped with the point of a spear.

 

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