war. Our errand is to Evander. Take back our message,
and say that chosen chiefs of Dardany are at his gate,
praying for an armed alliance.” That mighty name
struck awe into Pallas. “Disembark,” he cries, “whoever 30
you be, and speak to my sire in person, and come
beneath our home-gods’ hospitable shelter,” and gave his
hand in welcome, and clung to the hand he clasped.
They advance under the shade of the grove, and leave
the river behind. 35
Then Æneas addresses the king with friendly courtesy: