the dead:—“This life, Eryx, I render to thee—a better
substitute for Dares’ death; here, as a conqueror may,
I resign the gauntlets and the game.”
Next Æneas invites those who may care to vie in shooting 15
the fleet arrow, and sets forth the prizes. With his
own giant hand he rears upright the mast from Serestus’
ship, and from its lofty summit ties a fluttering dove with
a cord passed round the mast—a mark for aiming the
steel. The archers are met; the lot has been thrown 20
and received by the brazen helmet. See! first, among the