A panther's skin supplies His scarf, hung leftward, and his watchful ward, Two dogs, the threshold leave, and 'company their lord.
LXI.

So to the chamber of his Dardan guest The good Evander for his promise' sake Full early hastens pondering in his breast The tale he listened to, the words he spake.
Nor less AEneas, with the dawn awake, Goes forth.

Achates at his side attends, His son, young Pallas, doth Evander take.
So meeting, each a willing hand extends, And host and guest sit down, and frankly talk as friends.
LXII.

First spake the King: "Great Chief of Trojan fame, Who living, ne'er the Trojan state is lost.
Small is our strength for war, though great our name.
Here Tiber bounds us, there Rutulians boast To rend our walls, and thunder with their host.
But mighty tribes and wealthy realms shall band Their arms with mine.

Chance, where unlooked-for most, Points to this succour.