And he went home To his own quarters, hurrying, demanding His horses, given Pilumnus by Orithyia, Whiter than snow, swifter than wind. And he was happy Looking at them, all spirit, as they nickered Seeing their master. The drivers stood about them, Grooming the manes, patting the chests. And Turnus Fits to his shoulders the stiff coat of armor, The gold, the bronze, and tests the readiness Of sword and shield and the horns of the ruddy crest Vulcan had made the sword for Daunus, metal Glowing white-hot and plunged in Stygian water. The spear stood leaning on a mighty pillar In the great hall, a trophy won from Actor; He seized it poised it, shook it, cried aloud:-- “Be with me now, good spear that never failed me! The time has come. Let me lay low that body, Let my tough hands rip off his coat of armor, Let me shove that eunuch’s crimped and perfumed tresses Deep in the dust!” So he was driven by fury, Sparks leaping from his countenance, and fire Flashing at every glance; he is like a bull Bellowing before battle, charging tree-trunks To get the anger into his horns, head lowered As if to gore the winds, and pawing sand. And in the other camp Aeneas, likewise, Fierce in the arms his mother brought from Vulcan, Sharpens his fighting spirit and rejoices That the war’s end is near through this agreement. He comforts comrades, reassures Iulus, Sad in his fear, tells them the fates, and orders Definite answer brought to King Latinus With proper terms of armistice. And dawn Had scarcely touched the mountain-tops with light And the Sun-god’s horses risen from the ocean, When Trojans and Rutulians left the city And came to the great plain, the field of combat, Under the walls, and in the midst erected The hearths and altars for their common gods. Others, their temples bound with holy vervain, Veiled with the sacred robes, brought fire and water. Through the full gates the Ausonian host came streaming, And from the other side, Trojans, Etruscans, Harnessed in steel, as if a battle called them, With leaders flashing there, amid their thousands, Brilliant in gold and purple, brave Asilas, Mnestheus, Assaracus’ high-souled descendant, Messapus, tamer of horses, son of Neptune. Each, at a signal, found his post; the spears Were fixed in the earth, and the shields rested on them. Then came the mothers in their eagerness, And the unarmed throng, and the weak old men, all crowding Towers and house-tops, or standing by the portals.