goes a pliant chain of twisted gold circling the neck.
Three are the companies of horse, three the leaders that
scour the plain; twelve boys follow each, a glittering show,
in equal divisions and commanded alike. The first of the
youthful bands is led as to victory by a young Priam, 20
who revives his grandsire’s name, thy princely offspring,
Polites, destined to people Italy; him a Thracian steed
carries, dappled with spots of white, with white on the
extremes of his prancing feet, and white on his towering
brow. Next is Atys, whence comes the house of Roman 25