Latinus now; just as it was budding into youth, the branch
was cut off. The sole maintainer of the race, the sole
guardian of that princely house, was a daughter, already 25
ripe for wedlock, already arrived at full-blown womanhood.
Many were her wooers from mighty Latium, nay, from all
Ausonia. One wooer there was in beauty passing others,
Turnus,[241] strong in the glory of sires and grandsires: his alliance
the queen with intense yearning was seeking to compass; 30
but heavenly portents bar the way with manifold
alarm. There was a laurel in the middle of the palace, in the