Aeneas, gazing at Pallas resting there, his head, his face bled white, and his smooth chest splayed apart by a Latin spear, the tears came welling up with words of sorrow: “Child of heartbreak, was it you whom Fortune denied me, coming to me all smiles? 50 Now you will never live to see our kingdom born, never ride in triumph home to your father’s house. A far cry from the pledge I made Evander for his son!
