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Below th' horizon the Sicilian isle just sank from view, as for the open sea with heart of hope they sailed, and every ship clove with its brazen beak the salt, white waves. But Juno of her everlasting wound knew no surcease, but from her heart of pain thus darkly mused: “Must I, defeated, fail of what I will, nor turn the Teucrian King from Italy away? Can Fate oppose? Had Pallas power to lay waste in flame the Argive fleet and sink its mariners, revenging but the sacrilege obscene by Ajax wrought, Oileus' desperate son? She, from the clouds, herself Jove's lightning threw, scattered the ships, and ploughed the sea with storms. Her foe, from his pierced breast out-breathing fire, in whirlwind on a deadly rock she flung. But I, who move among the gods a queen, Jove's sister and his spouse, with one weak tribe make war so long! Who now on Juno calls? What suppliant gifts henceforth her altars crown?
Then, kneeling at the shrine of time-worn stone: “Thou who at Thymbra on the Trojan shore hast often blessed my prayer, O, give to me a hearth and home, and to this war-worn band defensive towers and offspring multiplied in an abiding city; give to Troy a second citadel, that shall survive Achilles' wrath and all our Argive foe. Whom shall we follow? Whither lies our way? Where wilt thou grant us an abiding-place? Send forth, O King, thy voice oracular, and on our spirits move.
Here wondrous tidings met us, that the son of Priam, Helenus, held kingly sway o'er many Argive cities, having wed the Queen of Pyrrhus, great Achilles' son, and gained his throne; and that Andromache once more was wife unto a kindred lord. Amazement held me; all my bosom burned to see the hero's face and hear this tale of strange vicissitude. So up I climbed, leaving the haven, fleet, and friendly shore. That self-same hour outside the city walls, within a grove where flowed the mimic stream of a new Simois, Andromache, with offerings to the dead, and gifts of woe, poured forth libation, and invoked the shade of Hector, at a tomb which her fond grief had consecrated to perpetual tears, though void; a mound of fair green turf it stood, and near it rose twin altars to his name. She saw me drawing near; our Trojan helms met her bewildered eyes, and, terror-struck at the portentous sight, she swooning fell and lay cold, rigid, lifeless, till at last, scarce finding voice, her lips address
Then came twin brethren, leaving Tibur's keep (named from Tiburtus, brother of them twain) Catillus and impetuous Coras, youth of Argive seed, who foremost in the van pressed ever where the foemen densest throng: as when two centaurs, children of the cloud, from mountain-tops descend in swift career, the snows of Homole and Othrys leaving, while crashing thickets in their pathway fall.
But Venus, sore disturbed, vexed not unwisely her maternal breast, fearing Laurentum's menace and wild stir of obstinate revolt, and made her plea to Vulcan in their nuptial bower of gold, outbreathing in the music of her words celestial love: “When warring Argive kings brought ruin on Troy's sacred citadel and ramparts soon to sink in hostile flames, I asked not thee to help that hopeless woe, nor craved thy craft and power. For, dearest lord, I would not tax in vain shine arduous toil, though much to Priam's children I was bound, and oft to see Aeneas burdened sore I could but weep. But now by will of Jove he has found foothold in Rutulian lands. Therefore I come at last with lowly suit before a godhead I adore, and pray for gift of arms,—a mother for her son. Thou wert not unrelenting to the tears of Nereus' daughter or Tithonus' bride. Behold what tribes conspire, what cities strong behind barred gates now make the falchion keen to ruin and blot out both me and mine!” So spake the <