So saying, he hied him to his lordly halls,summoned his steeds, and with pleased eye surveyedtheir action proud: them Orithyia, brideof Boreas, to Sire Pilumnus gave,which in their whiteness did surpass the snowin speed the wind. The nimble charioteersstood by and smote with hollowed hand and palmthe sounding chests, or combed the necks and manes.But he upon his kingly shoulders claspedhis corselet, thick o'erlaid with blazoned goldand silvery orichalch; he fitted himwith falchion, shield, and helm of purple plume,that falchion which the Lord of Fire had madefor Daunus, tempering in the Stygian wavewhen white it glowed; next grasped he the good spearwhich leaned its weight against a column tall in the mid-court, Auruncan Actor's spoil,and waved it wide in air with mighty cry:“O spear, that ne'er did fail me when I called,the hour is come! Once mighty Actor's hand,but now the hand of Turnus is thy lord.Grant me to strike that carcase to the ground,and with strong hand the corselet rip and rendfrom off that Phrygian eunuch: let the dustbefoul those tresses, tricked to curl so finewith singeing steel and sleeked with odorous oil.”Such frenzy goads him: his impassioned browis all on flame, the wild eyes flash with fire.Thus, bellowing loud before the fearful fray,some huge bull proves the fury of his horns,pushing against a tree-trunk; his swift thrustswould tear the winds in pieces; while his hoofstoss up the turf and sand, rehearsing war.

That self-same day with aspect terribleAeneas girt him in the wondrous armshis mother gave; made sharp his martial steel,and roused his heart to ire; though glad was heto seal such truce and end the general war.Then he spoke comfort to his friends; and soothedIulus' fear, unfolding Heaven's intent;but on Latinus bade his heralds layunyielding terms and laws of peace impose.