chance we are standing—not in truth I deem without the
providence, the beckoning hand of Heaven—at the very 35
grave, the buried ashes of my sire, driven as we are into
this friendly haven. Come, then, solemnize we all the
glad celebration; pray we for winds, and may He be
pleased that I should offer these rites yearly in a city of
my own building, in a temple dedicated to himself. Two
heads of oxen Acestes, like a true son of Troy, gives you
for each ship; call to the feasts the gods of the hearth,
both those of our fathers and those worshipped by Acestes 5