side, and what the excess of Turnus’ violence, warns him
how little faith man can place in fortune, and seconds
reasoning by entreaty, without a moment’s pause Tarchon 30
combines his forces and strikes a truce; and at once, freed
from the spell of destiny, the Lydian race embarks according
to heaven’s ordinance, under the charge of a foreign
leader. First sails the vessel of Æneas, Phrygian lions
harnessed on the prow; above them Ida spreads her shade, 35
of happiest augury to exiled Troy. There sits great Æneas
brooding over the doubtful future of the war: and Pallas,