Won over at last, my father rises to his full height and prays to the gods and reveres that holy star: ‘No more delay, not now! You gods of my fathers, now I follow wherever you lead me, I am with you. Safeguard our house, safeguard my grandson Iulus! This sign is yours: Troy rests in your power. I give way, my son. No more refusals. I will go with you, your comrade.’
