The tired followers of Aeneas hastened to head for the shores which were nearest at a run, and they

turned themselves to the shore of Libya. There was a place in a long inlet: an island formed a port by the jutting out of its sides, by which every wave from the deep was broken and it split itself into the secluded gulf. From this side and that, vast cliffs and twin rock faces towered into the sky, under the top of which the whole sea was still, far and wide, then a background of gleaming forests, and a dark grove overhung from above because of a shuddering shadow. Under the opposite face, there was a cave with hanging rocks, within there were sweet waters and seats of living rock, the home of the Nymphs. Here, no chains held the tired ships, no anchors bound with its curved bits. To this place, Aeneas approached with seven ships having been collected from the entire number; and with great love of land, the disembarked Trojans gained the desired beach and they placed limbs soaking in salt on the shore. And first, Achates struck a spark of flint and caught the fire with the leaves and gave dry fuel around it and seized the flame in tinder. Then, tired of the things, they brought out grain having been spoiled by waves and the utensils of Ceres, and prepared both to roast the recovered grains with flames and to crush them with stone. Meanwhile, Aeneas climbed a cliff, and sought a whole view widely on the sea, if he should see anything of Antheus tossed by the wind and the Phrygian biremes or Capys or the arms of Caicus in the towering decks. He saw no ship in sight, but three wandering deer on the shore; a whole herd followed these from the rear and the long line grazed through the valleys. He stopped here and snatched his bow and swift arrows by hand, the weapons which loyal Achates was carrying, and first he dropped (like it was hot) the leaders themselves, bearing their heads high with branching horns, then the herd, and he mixed the whole crowd hunting with weapons among the leafy forests, and he did not cease before, as the victor, he could shed seven huge bodies to the ground and make equal the number with his ships. Here he sought a port and he divided them with all his friends. Wine, which good Acestes had loaded in jars in the Trinacrian shore and had given to them when departing, next the hero (Aeneas) shared and he calmed the mourning hearts with words: Oh friends (for we are not ignorant of earlier evils), oh men having suffered graver things, the god will give to these evils an end also. You have approached both the madness of Scylla and the deeply roaring rocks, and you have experienced the rocks of Cyclops: recall your spirits and send away gloomy fear; and perhaps one day it will please to remember even these things. Through various misfortunes, through so many dangers of things we head into Latium, where the fates promised quiet settlement; there it is divine will for the kingdom of Troy to rise again. Endure, and preserve yourself for better days. With his voice, he said such things and sick with great cares, he feigned hope on his face, but he crushed the deep suffering in his heart.