No sooner said than before his eyes, twin doves chanced to come flying down the sky and lit on the green grass at his feet. His mother’s birds— the great captain knew them and raised a prayer of joy: “Be my guides! If there’s a path, fly through the air, 230 set me a course to the grove where that rich branch shades the good green earth. And you, goddess, mother, don’t fail me in this, my hour of doubt!”
