The fire thus kindled by the words of his aged friend,
now indeed the thoughts of his mind distract him utterly.
And now black Night, car-borne, was mounting the sky,
when the semblance of his sire Anchises, gliding from
heaven, seemed to break on his musings in words like 10
these: “My son, dearer to me of old than life, while life
was yet mine—my son, trained in the school of Troy’s
destiny, I come hither at the command of Jove—of him
who chased the fire from your ships, and looked down on
your need in pity from on high. Obey the counsel which 15