it! As often has the fierce inclemency of the deep barred
their purpose, and the south wind frightened them from
sailing. Especially, when this horse was set up at last, a
compacted mass of maple planks, the thunder of the storm-clouds 25
was heard the whole firmament over. In our
perplexity we send Eurypylus to inquire of Phœbus’[127]
oracle, and this is the gloomy message that he brings back
from the shrine: “With blood it was ye appeased the winds,
even with a maiden’s slaughter, when first ye came, Danaans, 30
to the shore of Ilion. With blood it is ye must buy