of Acheron. Go,” he says, “grace with the last tribute
those glorious souls, who have bought for us this our fatherland
with the price of their blood: and first to Evander’s
sorrowing town send we Pallas, who, lacking nought of
manly worth, has been reft by the evil day, and whelmed 30
in darkness before his time.”
So he says weeping, and returns to his tent-door, where
the body of breathless Pallas, duly laid out, was being
watched by Acœtes the aged, who had in old days been
armour-bearer to Evander his Arcadian lord, but then in