thee, mightiest Juno, immolates in sacrifice, and sets her 25
with all her brood before the altar. That whole night
long Tiber smoothed his brimming stream, and so stood
with hushed waves, half recoiling, as to lay down a watery
floor as of some gentle lake or peaceful pool, that the oar
might have nought to struggle with. So they begin their 30
voyage and speed with auspicious cheers. Smooth along
the surface floats the anointed pine: marvelling stand
the waters, marvelling the unwonted wood, to see the
warriors’ shields gleaming far along the stream, and the