leaders of the Teucrians, the flower of the host, were holding
council on the crisis in their realm’s fortune, what they 30
should do, or who should at length be sent with the news
to Æneas. There they stand propped on their long spears,
their shields still in their hands, in the midst of camp and
plain. At this moment Nisus and Euryalus eagerly crave
instant admission—the affair is great, say they, and well 35
worth the pause it claims. Iulus was the first to welcome
and reassure them, and bid Nisus speak. Then began the
son of Hyrtacus: “Listen, ye sons of Troy, with kindly