nor can Troy contain your prowess.” So saying he shoots
down from heaven, parts before him the breathing gales, 25
and makes for Ascanius. He changes his features to those
of ancient Butes, who had once been armour-bearer to
Dardanian Anchises and trusty watcher at the gate;
thence Ascanius’ sire made him his son’s guardian. Apollo
moved along, in all things like the aged veteran, the voice, 30
the colour, the white locks, the fiercely clanking armour;
and thus he spoke to Iulus’ glowing heart: “Suffice it,
child of Æneas, that Numanus has met from your darts an