Go, hither bring with speed Seven ewes, the choicest, and with each a steer Unyoked, in honour of the God to bleed." So to the Chief she spake, and straight his followers heed.
VII.

Into the lofty temple now with speed,-- A huge cave hollowed in the mountain's side,-- The priestess calls the Teucrians.

Thither lead A hundred doors, a hundred entries wide, A hundred voices from the rock inside Peal forth, the Sibyl answering.

So they Had reached the threshold, when the maiden cried, "Now 'tis the time to seek the fates and pray; Behold, behold the God!" and standing there, straightway, VIII.

Her colour and her features change; loose streams Her hair disordered, and her heart distrest Swells with wild frenzy.