ancient faith, for the arm unconquered in battle! Never would foeman have met that armed presence unscathed, marched he on foot into the field or tore with bloody spur the flank of his foaming steed. Child of a nation’s sorrow! were there hope of thy breaking the tyranny of fate, thou 35 shalt be Marcellus. Bring me handfuls of lilies, that I may strew the grave with their dazzling hues, and crown, if only with these gifts, my young descendant’s shade, and perform the vain service of sorrow.” Thus they wander here and there through the whole expanse in the broad fields of shadow and take note of all. Soon as Anchises had taken his son from end to end, and fired his mind with the prospect of that glorious history, he then tells 5 the warrior of the battles that he must fight at once, and informs him of the Laurentian[236] tribes and Latinus’ town, and how to shun or stand the shock of every peril. There are two gates of Sleep: the one, as story tells, of horn, supplying a ready exit for true spirits: the other 10 gleaming with the polish of dazzling ivory, but through it the powers below send false dreams to the world above. Thither Anchises, talking thus, conducts his son and the Sibyl, and dismisses them by the gate of ivory.[237] Æneas traces his way to the fleet and returns to his comrades; 15 then sails along the shore for Caieta’s haven. The anchor is cast from the prow: the keels are ranged on the beach. BOOK VII