talking of destiny, and sends envoys with an answer to the
Latian king, to name the conditions of peace. 15
Scarce had the next morrow begun to sprinkle the
mountain-tops with light, at the time when the sun’s
steeds first come up from the deep and breathe flakes of
radiance from their upturned nostrils, when Rutulians
and Teucrians were at work, measuring out lists for combat 20
under the ramparts of the mighty town, with hearths
in the midst, and altars of turf for their common gods.
Others were carrying fire and spring water, begirt with