Meanwhile the dawn had brought to weary mortals Her kindly light, and work again, and labors. Along the winding shore Aeneas, Tarchon, Set up the pyres, and all, as had their fathers, Brought bodies of their kinsmen, lit the fires That burned, but darkly, and the light of heaven Was hidden by the blackness of that shadow. Three times, in glittering armor, they went riding Around the funeral blaze, three times they circled The mournful fire and cried with wailing voices. Tears fell on earth and armor; heaven heard The groans of men, the blare of trumpet. Spoils Went to the fire, the handsome swords, the helmets, Bridles and shining wheels, and well-known gifts For men who died, their shields, their luckless weapons. Bullocks were slain, and bristly swine, and sheep From all the fields, homage to fire and death, And all along the shore, they watched their comrades Burn on the pyres, and guarded the dead embers, And could not leave till day had gone, and night Dewy with gleaming stars rolled over heaven. And elsewhere in the countryside the Latins Built, as the Trojans had, pyres without number. Many were slain, and many men were buried Where they had fallen, and many men sent home To their own cities, and many no one knew, No one could mark with honor or distinction, And these were given one common pyre; the fields Rivalled each other as the fires kept burning. Three days had gone; and over bones and ashes They heaped the earth, still warm. Inside the walls, Within the city of that rich king Latinus, Grief swelled from murmur to wailing, to loud uproar, The greatest share of sorrow. Brides and mothers, Sisters and fatherless boys, crying and cursing, Denounced the evil war and Turnus’ marriage. They call on him, on Turnus alone, to settle The issue with the sword; he is the one, Their accusation cries, who wants the kingdom, All Italy for himself, and the highest honors. And Drances, savage, tips the balance further: Turnus, alone, (he says) is called on, Turnus Alone is called to battle. But against them Many a man has good to say of Turnus, And the shadow of the queen’s great name protects him, And he has been a mighty man in battle.