Now when Turnus saw that AEneas had departed from the battle he called for his chariot.  And when he had mounted thereon he drave it through the host of the enemy, slaying many valiant heroes, as Sthenelus and Pholus, and the two sons of Imbrasus the Lycian, Glaucus and Lades.  Then he saw Eumedes, son of that Dolon who would have spied out the camp of the Greeks, asking as his reward the horses of Achilles (but Diomed slew him).  Him Turnus smote with a javelin from afar, and, when he fell, came near and put his foot upon him, and taking his sword drave it into his neck, saying, “Lo! now thou hast the land which thou soughtest.  Lie there and measure out Italy for thyself.”  Many others he slew, for the army fled before him.  Yet did one man, Phegeus by name, stand against him, and would have stayed the chariot, clutching the bridles of the horses in his hand.  But as he clung to the yoke and was dragged along, Turnus broke his cuirass with his spear, and wounded him.  And when the man set his shield before him, and made at Turnus with his sword, the wheels dashed him to the ground, and Turnus struck him between the helmet and the breastplate and smote off his head.

But in the meanwhile Mnestheus and Achates and Iulus led AEneas to the camp, leaning on his spear.  Very wroth was he, and strove to draw forth the arrow.  And when he could not, he commanded that they should open the wound with the knife, and so send him back to the battle.  Iapis also, the physician, ministered to him.  Now this Iapis was dearer than all other men to Apollo, and when the god would have given him all his arts, even prophecy and music and archery, he chose rather to know the virtues of herbs and the art of healing, that so he might prolong the life of his father, who was even ready to die.  This Iapis, then, having his garments girt about him in healer’s fashion, would have drawn forth the arrow with the pincers, but could not.  And while he strove, the battle came nearer, and the sky was hidden by clouds of dust, and javelins fell thick into the camp.  But when Venus saw how grievously her son was troubled, she brought from Ida, which is a mountain of Crete, the herb dittany.  A hairy stalk it hath and a purple flower.  The wild goats know it well if so be that they have been wounded by arrows.  This, then, Venus, having hidden her face, brought and dipped into the water, and sprinkled there with ambrosia and sweet-smelling panacea.

And Iapis, unawares, applied the water that had been healed; and lo! the pain was stayed and the blood was staunched and the arrow came forth, though no man drew it, and AEneas’s strength came back to him as before.  Then said lapis, “Art of mine hath not healed thee, my son.  The Gods call thee to thy work.”  Then did AEneas arm himself again, and when he had kissed Iulus and bidden him farewell, he went forth to the battle.  And all the chiefs went with him, and the men of Troy took courage and drave back the Latins.  Then