Aeneas meanwhile ascended a rock, and seeks
all, having looked upon the wide sea, if he might see
Antheus, who has been thrown by wind, and Phrygian biremes,
or Capys, or the arms of swift Caicus upon the decks.
No ship he spied in his sight, but he views three wandering
stags on the shore. A whole herd follows these at the
rear, and the long line grazes through the valleys.
He stops here, and snatches his bow and swift arrows
with his hand, which faithful Achates bore; and first
he laid low the leaders themselves, bearing their heads high
with branching antlers, and then the crowd, and he, driving,
scatters all the mob throughout the leafy grove with his spears;
nor does he cease before he, victor, has laid seven great bodies
on the ground, and made equal their number with his ships.
Hence he seeks the port, and distributes them among all his men.
He divides then the wines, which good Acestes loaded in urns
at the Thrinacian shore and the hero gifted to them leaving,
and he soothes with these words their mourning hearts:
“O men—for truly are we now ignorant before evils—
O you who have endured worse, god will give end to these, too.
You have approached Scyllan rocks, and sounding her
rage within, and you have experienced Cyclopean boulders:
recall your hearts, and send away your saddened fear,
and perhaps at some time it will please to remember these things.
Through various causes, through such dangers of circumstances
we hold for Latium where the fates promise quite seats;
it is there that it is right for Troy to rise again.
Endure! and save yourself for favorable works.”
He spoke with such a voice, and, weary from great cares,
feigned hope in his face; he repressed deep sadness in his heart.
They gird themselves of prey, and for banquets to be;
they tear the hides from the ribs, and lay bare the flesh.
some divide the meat into parts and fix it trembling to spits;
others place bronze [vessels] on the beach, and tend the fires.
Then the men restore themselves with meat, and, spread through
the grass, fill themselves of rich game and of aged wine.
After hungers have been taken away by banquets and the tables
removed, they ask in long conversation of their lost compatriots,
and, doubtful, they are between hope and fear, whether they might
believe them alive, or if they, having endured death, no longer hear
summons. Loyal Aeneas especially laments now the fall of sharp
Orontes, now of Amycus, and with them the cruel fate of Lycus,
and he laments brave Gyas and brave Cloanthus.