Now came the looked-for day.

The ninth fair dawn Bright Phaethon drove up a cloudless sky.
Rumour and great Acestes' name had drawn The neighbouring folk; shoreward in crowds they hie To see the Trojans, or the games to try.
Piled in the lists the presents they behold, Green garlands, tripods, robes of purple dye, The conqueror's palm, bright armour for the bold, And many a talent's weight of silver and of gold.
XVI.

Now from a mound the trumpet's notes proclaim The sports begun.

Four galleys from the fleet, The choicest, manned by mariners of fame, And matched in size and urged with ponderous beat Of oar-blades, for the naval contest meet.
See, here the Shark comes speeding to her place, Trained is her crew and eager to compete, Brave Mnestheus is her captain, born to grace Italia's land ere long, and found the Memmian race.
XVII.

Here too, the huge Chimaera towers along, A floating citadel, with walls of pine, Three tale of Dardans urge her, stout and strong, Their triple tiers in unison combine To drive her, ruled by Gyas, through the brine.
Borne in the monstrous Centaur, next doth come Sergestus, father of the Sergian line.
Last, in the dark-blue Scylla ploughs the foam Cloanthus, whence thy house, Cluentius of Rome.
XVIII.