The Children's Hour, Volume 3 (of 10) eBook

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But AEneas came on, shaking his spear that was like unto a tree, and said, “Why delayest thou, O Turnus?  Why drawest thou back?  Fly now if thou canst through the air, or hide thyself in the earth.”  And Turnus made answer, “I fear not thy threats, but the Gods and Jupiter, that are against me this day.”  And as he spake he saw-a great stone which lay hard by, the landmark of a field.  Scarce could twelve chosen men, such as men are now, lift it on their shoulders.  This he caught from the earth and cast it at his enemy, running forward as he cast.  But he knew not, so troubled was he in his soul, that he ran or that he cast, for his knees tottered beneath him and his blood grew cold with fear.  And the stone fell short, nor reached the mark.  Even as in a dream, when dull sleep is on the eyes of a man, he would fain run but cannot, for his strength faileth him, neither cometh there any voice when he would speak; so it fared with Turnus.  For he looked to the Latins and to the city, and saw the dreadful spear approach, nor knew how he might fly, neither how he might fight, and could not spy anywhere his chariot or his sister.  And all the while AEneas shook his spear and waited that his aim should be sure.  And at the last he threw it with all his might.  Even as a whirlwind it flew, and brake through the seven folds of the shield and pierced the thigh.  And Turnus dropped with his knee bent to the ground.  And all the Latins groaned aloud to see him fall.  Then he entreated AEneas, saying, “I have deserved my fate.  Take thou that which thou hast won.  Yet perchance thou mayest have pity on the old man, my father, even Daunus, for such an one was thy father Anchises, and give me back to my own people, if it be but my body that thou givest.  Yet hast thou conquered, and the Latins have seen me beg my life of thee, and Lavinia is thine.  Therefore I pray thee, stay now thy wrath.”  Then for a while AEneas stood doubting; aye, and might have spared the man, when lo! he spied upon his shoulders the belt of Pallas, whom he had slain.  And his wrath was greatly kindled, and he cried with a dreadful voice, “Shalt thou who art clothed with the spoils of my friends escape me?  ’Tis Pallas slays thee with this wound, and takes vengeance on thy accursed blood.”  And as he spake he drave the steel into his breast.  And with a groan the wrathful spirit passed into darkness.

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According to the old legends AEneas wedded the fair Lavinia, founded his city of Lavinium, and ruled over it for three years.  Then in a battle with the Rutulians, or some other Italian people, he disappeared; and as his body was not found after the conflict was over, it was believed that the Gods had taken him up to heaven.  His son Ascanius peacefully succeeded him, and removed the capital of his kingdom to Alba Longa, which city again, after the lapse of centuries, gave birth to mighty Rome.

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