Meanwhile, the kings were riding forth, Latinus Imposing in his four-horse car, his forehead Gleaming with twelve gold rays of light, the symbol Of his ancestral Sun, and Turnus coming Behind a snow-white team, and Turnus’ hand Brandishing spears with two broad heads of steel. And on this side, burning with starry shield And arms from Heaven, came Aeneas, father Of Rome to be, and from the camp Iulus, The second hope of Roman greatness, followed. In robes immaculate, the priest was waiting Beside the blazing altars, swine and oxen And sheep, unshorn, ready for sacrifice, And the leaders faced the rising sun, and sprinkled The salted meal, and marked the victims’ foreheads With knives that took the holy lock, and poured Libations on the altars, and Aeneas, Drawing his sword, made prayer:--“Sun, be my witness, And Earth be witness to me in my praying, This Earth, for whom I have been able to bear Such toil and suffering, Almighty Father, Queen Juno, now, I pray, a kinder goddess, Be witness, and Mars, renownèd god of battles, Rivers and Fountains, too, I call, and Powers Of lofty Heaven and deep blue ocean, witness: If victory comes to Turnus, the Trojans, beaten, Go to Evander’s city, and Iulus Will quit these lands forever, and hereafter No son or follower of Aeneas ever Will rise again in warfare, or with sword Attack these kingdoms. But if Victory grants us, As I expect, and may the gods confirm it, To win the battle, I will not have Italians Be subject to the Trojans; I crave no kingdom, Not for myself: let both, unbeaten nations, On equal terms enter eternal concord. I will establish gods and ceremonial; My sire, Latinus, keep his arms, his sceptre. The Trojans will build walls for me; Lavinia Shall give the city her name.”