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Rh Sicilian prince, even Eurytion, the actual winner, acquiescing heartily in the arrangement. Yet the omen, as the poet tells us, really boded disaster; though whether to Sicily or to the Trojans, or how it was afterwards fulfilled, he does not stop to explain. Commentators have, as a matter of duty, done so for him; but it is hardly worth while to vex ourselves with their conjectures on a point on which Æneas himself was mistaken.

The games are over—at least, so far as the public programme seems to have gone. But Æneas has a surprise in store for his hosts. He whispers privately to the governor or tutor of his son Iulus, while he requests the company once more to clear the amphitheatre. Soon there sweeps into the ring the young chivalry of Troy—a goodly company of mounted youths, all of noble blood, who are to play out their play before their assembled seniors.

They enter, glittering side by side,

And rein their steeds with youthful pride,

As 'neath their fathers' eyes they ride,

While all Trinacria's host and Troy's

With plaudits greet the princely boys.

Each has his hair by rule confined

With stripped-off leaves in garland twined:

Some ride with shapely bows equipped:

Two cornel spears they bear, steel-tipped:

And wreaths of twisted gold invest

The neck, and sparkle on the breast.

Three are the companies of horse,

And three the chiefs that scour the course:

Twelve gallant boys each chief obey,

And shine in tripartite array.