lifted his head high above the crests of the waves and looked serenely out over the sea at Aeneas’ fleet scattered over the face of the waters and the Trojans overwhelmed by the waves and by the 130 rending of the sky. He recognized at once the anger and the cunning of his sister Juno and instantly summoned the east wind and the west and spoke to them in these words: ‘Is it your noble birth that has made you so sure of yourselves? Do you winds now dare to move heaven and earth and raise these great masses of water without my divine authority? I could take you now and …but first I must still the waves you have stirred up. For any crimes you commit in the future, you will pay a dearer price. Away with you and take this message to your king: “He is not the one who has jurisdiction over the sea or holds the trident that knows no pity. That is my responsibility, given to me by 140 lot. His domain, O Eurus, wind of the east, is the huge crags where you have your home. That is where Aeolus can do his swaggering, confining his rule to the closed walls of the prison of the winds.” ’ These were his words, and before he had finished speaking, he was calming the swell, dispersing the banked clouds and bringing back the sun. Triton and the sea nymph Cymothoe heaved and strained as they pushed the ships off jagged rocks, while Neptune himself lifted them out of the sandbanks with his trident and opened up the vast Syrtes, restraining the sea as he skimmed along with his chariot wheels touching the crests of the waves. As when disorder arises among the people of a great city and the common mob runs riot, wild passion finds weapons 150 for men’s hands and torches and rocks start flying; at such a time if people chance to see a man who has some weight among them for his goodness and his services to the state, they fall silent, standing and listening with all their attention while his words command their passions and soothe their hearts – so did all the crashing of the sea fall silent and Father Neptune, looking out over the waves, drove the horses of his chariot beneath a clear sky and gave them rein to fly before the wind. Aeneas and his men were exhausted, and making what speed they could for the nearest land, they set course for the coast of 160 Libya. There is a place where a harbour is formed by an island blocking the mouth of a long sound. As the waves come in from the open sea and break on the sides of this island, they are divided into the deep inlets of the bay. Rock cliffs are everywhere. A great pinnacle threatens the sky on either side, and beneath all this the broad water lies still and safe. At the end of the