Yet pause was none in bold Turnus’ confidence to forestall the landing-place, and beat off the comers from the shore. His words are ready at the moment to encourage and upbraid: “See here the occasion you longed for, to break through them at the sword’s point. A brave man’s 25 hand is the War-god’s chosen seat. Now let each remember wife and home, recall the mighty deeds that made your fathers great. Let us meet them at once at the water’s edge, while they are in the hurry of landing, and the foot falters in its first tread on shore. Valour has 30 Fortune for its friend:” So saying, he ponders with himself whom to lead to the attack, and to whom he may trust the leaguer of the walls. Meanwhile Æneas is landing his comrades from the tall ship-sides by help of bridges. Many of them watch for 35 the ebb of the failing sea and venture a leap among the shallows; others resort to the oars. Tarchon, spying out a place on the beach where the waters seethe not nor the broken billows roar, but ocean without let glides gently up the shore as the tide advances, suddenly turns his prows thither, and exhorts his crew: “Now, ye chosen band, ply your stout oars, lift the vessels and carry them home: cleave with your beaks this land that hates you; 5 let the keel plough its own furrow. Even from shipwreck in a roadstead like this I would not shrink, could I once get hold of the soil.” Tarchon having thus said, his crew rise on their oars and bear down on the Latian plains with vessels all foam, till the beaks have gained the dry land, 10 and every keel has come scatheless to its rest. Not so thy ship, Tarchon: for while dashed on a sandbank it totters on the unequal ridge, poised in suspense awhile, and buffeting the waves, its sides give way, and its men are set down in the midst of the water: broken oars and 15 floating benches entangle them, and their feet are carried back by the ebb of the wave.