She spake, and through the woody deeps borne off on wings did fly. But sudden fear fell on our folk, and chilled their frozen blood; 259 Their hearts fell down; with weapon-stroke no more they deem it good To seek for peace: but rather now sore prayers and vows they will, Whether these things be goddesses or filthy fowls of ill. Father Anchises on the strand stretched both his hands abroad, And, bidding all their worship due, the Mighty Ones adored: 'Gods, bring their threats to nought! O Gods, turn ye the curse, we pray! Be kind, and keep the pious folk!' Then bade he pluck away The hawser from the shore and slack the warping cable's strain: The south wind fills the sails, we fare o'er foaming waves again, E'en as the helmsman and the winds have will that we should fare. And now amidmost of the flood Zacynthus' woods appear, 270 Dulichium, Samos, Neritos, with sides of stony steep: Wide course from cliffs of Ithaca, Laertes' land, we keep, Cursing the soil that bore and nursed Ulysses' cruelty. Now open up Leucata's peaks, that fare so cloudy high Over Apollo, mighty dread to all seafarers grown; But weary thither do we steer and make the little town, We cast the anchors from the bows and swing the sterns a-strand. And therewithal since we at last have gained the longed-for land, We purge us before Jupiter and by the altars pray, Then on the shores of Actium's head the Ilian plays we play. 280 Anointed with the sleeking oil there strive our fellows stripped In wrestling game of fatherland: it joys us to have slipped By such a host of Argive towns amidmost of the foe. Meanwhile, the sun still pressing on, the year about doth go, And frosty winter with his north the sea's face rough doth wear; A buckler of the hollow brass of mighty Abas' gear I set amid the temple-doors with singing scroll thereon, ÆNEAS HANGETH ARMOUR HERE FROM CONQUERING DANAANS WON. And then I bid to leave the shore and man the thwarts again. Hard strive the folk in smiting sea, and oar-blades brush the main. 290 The airy high Phæacian towers sink down behind our wake, And coasting the Epirote shores Chaonia's bay we make, And so Buthrotus' city-walls high set we enter in. There tidings hard for us to trow unto our ears do win, How Helenus, e'en Priam's son, hath gotten wife and crown Of Pyrrhus come of Æacus, and ruleth Greekish town, And that Andromache hath wed one of her folk once more. All mazed am I; for wondrous love my heart was kindling sore To give some word unto the man, of such great things to learn: So from the haven forth I fare, from ships and shore I turn. 300