while my whole heart was bent on overthrowing from their
base the buildings of my own hand, the walls of perjured 35
Troy. As my mind was then, it abides now. Banish thy
fears; safely, according to thy prayer, he shall reach
Avernus haven. One there shall be, and one only, whom
thou shalt ask in vain from the engulfing surge—one life,
and one only, shall be given for thousands.”
With these words, having soothed to joy the goddess’
heart, the august Father yokes his steeds with a yoke of
gold, and puts to their fierce mouth the foaming bit, and 5