hark! as the sun began to glimmer and dawn, the ground
is bellowing under their feet, and the wood-crowned heights
are nodding, and the baying of dogs sounds through the 35
gloom, for the goddess is at hand. “Hence, hence with
your unhallowed feet!” clamours the prophetess, “and rid
the whole grove of your presence. And you—strike into
the road, and pluck your sword from his scabbard—now
is the hour for courage, Æneas, now for a stout heart.”
No more she said, but flung herself wildly into the cavern’s
mouth; and he, with no faltering step, keeps pace with his