"Come then, with festival his name revere, Pray we for winds to waft us, and entreat His shade to take these offerings year by year, When gathered to our new-built Troy, we meet In hallowed fanes, his worship to repeat.
See, for each ship two head of horned kine Acestes sends, his Trojan friends to greet Bid then the home-gods of the Trojan line, With those our host adores, to grace the feast divine.
X.

"Nay, if the ninth fair morning show fine day, And bring the sunshine, be a match decreed For Teucrian ships, their swiftness to essay.
Next, in the footrace whosoe'er hath speed, Or, glorying in his manhood, claims the meed With dart, or flying arrow and the bow, Or bout with untanned gauntlet, mark and heed, And wait the victor's guerdon.

Come ye now; Hush'd be each idle tongue, and garlanded each brow." XI.

He spake, and round his temples binds with joy His mother's myrtle.

Helymus is crowned, The veteran Acestes, and the boy Ascanius, and the Trojan warriors round.
So from the council to the funeral mound He moves, the centre of a circling crowd.
Two bowls of wine he pours upon the ground, Two of warm milk, and two of victim's blood, And, scattering purple flowers, invokes the shade aloud.
XII.