Anchises’ son and true Achates, brooding each with his
own sad heart on many a peril, had not Cythera’s goddess
sent a sign from the clear sky. For unforeseen, flashed
from the heaven, comes a glare and a peal, and all around
seemed crashing down at once, and the clang of the 25
Tyrrhene trumpet appeared to blare through ether. They
look up: a second and a third time cracks the enormous
sound. Armour enveloped in a cloud in a clear quarter
of the firmament is seen to flash redly in the sunlight and
to ring as clashed together. The rest were all amazement; 30