libations on the board and make prayers to heaven.
Meantime evening is approaching nearer the slope of
heaven, and already the priests and their chief Potitius
were in procession, clad in skins in ritual sort, and bearing 20
fire in their hands. They renew the solemn feast,
and bring delicious offerings for a fresh repast, and pile
the altars with loaded chargers. Then come the Salii to
sing round about the blazing altars, their temples wreathed
with boughs of poplar, a company of youths and another 25
of old men; and these extol in song the glories and deeds