To her outraged divinity. And more—
The prophet bade them form an image huge
Of oaken beams, of such proportions vast
That through no gate of Troy could it be led,
Nor set within the walls, lest thus once more
The people from their ancient deity
Protection find. For if Minerva’s gift
Should by your hands be desecrated, then
Would dreadful doom (Heaven send it on their heads)
Upon old Priam and his Phrygians come;