It happened that on that day the Arcadian monarch
was performing a yearly sacrifice to Amphitryon’s mighty
child[250] and the heavenly brotherhood in a grove before the
city. With him his son Pallas, with him all the prime of 10
his warriors and his unambitious senate were offering incense,
and the new-shed blood was steaming warm on the
altar. Soon as they saw tall ships gliding toward them
through the shadowy trees, and plying the oar in silence,
alarmed by the sudden apparition, each and all start up 15
from the sacrificial board. Pallas, bolder than the rest,