Came from Trinacria two champions bold, Young Helymus and Panopes, well-tried In woodland craft, and followers of old Acestes; came full many a youth beside, Whose fame shines dimly, or whose name hath died.
Then cries AEneas 'mid the concourse: "Ho! Give heed, for surely shall my word abide, Blithe be your hearts, for none among you--no, Not one of all this crowd--without a gift shall go.
XLII.

"To each, a common largess, be a pair Of Gnossian javelins and an axe decreed, With haft of silver chasings.

Three shall wear Crowns of pale olive.

For the victor's need, Adorned with trappings, stands a noble steed.
A quiver, worn by Amazon of old, With Thracian arrows, for the next in speed, Clasped with a gem and belted with bright gold.
The third this Argive helm, fit recompense, shall hold." XLIII.

He spake, and at the signal forth they burst Together, like a storm-cloud, from the base, With eager eyes set goalward.