but the Trojan hero recognized the sound, and in
it the promise of his goddess mother. Then he cries:
“Nay, my host, nay, ask not in sooth what chance these
wonders portend; it is I that have a call from on high.
This was the sign that the goddess who gave me birth 35
foreshowed me that she would send, should the attack of
war come, while she would bring through the air armour
from Vulcan for my help. Alas! how vast the carnage
ready to burst on Laurentum’s wretched sons! what
vengeance, Turnus, shall be mine from thee! how many