Mythology, Greek -- Juvenile literature; Mythology, Roman -- Juvenile literature
his wrath kindled, and he rushed into the army of the enemy, slaying
many as he went.
Then there was a great slaughter made on this side and on that. But
after a while Venus put it into the heart of Æneas that he should lead
his army against the city. Therefore he called together the chiefs,
and, standing in the midst of them on a mound, spake, saying, “Hearken
now to my words, and delay not to fulfil them, for of a truth Jupiter
is on our side. I am purposed this day to lay this city of Latinus even
with the ground, if they still refuse to obey. For why should I wait
for Turnus till it please him to meet me in battle?”
Then did the whole array make for the walls of the city. And some
carried firebrands, and some scaling-ladders, and some slew the warders
at the gates, and cast javelins at them who stood on the walls. And
then there arose a great strife in the city, for some would have opened
the gates that the men of Troy might enter, and others made haste to
defend the walls. Hither and thither did they run with much tumult,
even as bees in a hive in a rock which a shepherd hath filled with
smoke, having first shut all the doors thereof.
Then also did other ill fortune befall the Latins, for when Queen
Amata saw from the roof of the palace that the enemy were come near to
the walls, and saw not anywhere the army of the Latins, she supposed
Turnus to have fallen in the battle. Whereupon, crying out that she was
the cause of all these woes, she made a noose of the purple garment
wherewith she was clad, and hanged her self from a beam of the roof.
Then did lamentation go through the city, for the women wailed and
tore their hair, and King Latinus rent his clothes and threw dust upon
his head.
But the cry that went up from the city came to the ears of Turnus where
he fought in the furthest part of the plain. And he caught the reins
and said, “What meaneth this sound of trouble and wailing that I hear?”
And the false Metiscus, who was in truth his sister, made answer, “Let
us fight, O Turnus, here where the gods give us victory. There are
enough to defend the city.” But Turnus spake, saying, “Nay, my sister,
for who thou art I have known even from the beginning, it must not be
so. Why camest thou down from heaven? Was it to see thy brother die?
And now what shall I do? Have I not seen Murranus die and Ufens the
Æquian? And shall I suffer this city to be destroyed? Shall this land
see Turnus flee before his enemies? Be ye kind to me, O gods of the
dead, seeing that the gods of heaven hate me. I come down to you a
righteous spirit, and not unworthy of my fathers.”
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