that day to enter the battle, not heeding the matter in his haste, he left his father’s sword behind him, and took the sword of Metiscus, which, indeed, served him well while the men of Troy fled before him, but brake, even as ice breaks, when it came to the shield which Vulcan had made.  Thereupon Turnus fled, and AEneas, though the wound which the arrow had made hindered him, pursued.  Even as a hound follows a stag that is penned within some narrow space, for the beast flees hither and thither, and the staunch Umbrian hound follows close upon him, and almost holds him, and snaps his teeth, yet bites him not, so did AEneas follow hard on Turnus.  And still Turnus cried out that some one should give him his sword, and AEneas threatened that he would destroy the city if any should help him.  Five times about the space they ran; not for some prize they strove, but for the life of Turnus.  Now there stood in the plain the stump of a wild olive-tree.  The tree was sacred to Faunus, but the men of Troy had cut it, and the stump only was left.  Herein the spear of AEneas was fixed, and now he would have drawn it forth that he might slay Turnus therewith, seeing that he could not overtake him by running.  Which when Turnus perceived, he cried to Faunus, saying, “O Faunus, if I have kept holy for thee that which the men of Troy have profaned, hold fast this spear.”  And the god heard him; nor could AEneas draw it forth.  But while he strove, Juturna, taking again the form of Metiscus, ran and gave to Turnus his sword.  And Venus, perceiving it, wrenched forth the spear from the stump.  So the two stood again face to face.

Then spake Jupiter to Juno, where she sat in a cloud watching the battle, “How long wilt thou fight against fate?  What purpose hast thou now in thy heart?  Was it well that Juturna—­for what could she avail without thy help?—­should give back to Turnus his sword?  Thou hast driven the men of Troy over land and sea, and kindled a dreadful war, and mingled the song of marriage with mourning.  Further thou mayest not go.”

And Juno humbly made answer, “This is thy will, great Father; else had I not sat here, but stood in the battle smiting the men of Troy.  And indeed I spake to Juturna that she should help her brother; but aught else I know not.  And now I yield.  Yet grant me this.  Suffer not that the Latins should be called after the name of Troy, nor change their speech, nor their garb.  Let Rome rule the world, but let Troy perish forever.”

Then spake with a smile the Maker of all things, “Truly thou art a daughter of Saturn, so fierce is the wrath of thy soul.  And now what thou prayest I give.  The Italians shall not change name, nor speech, nor garb.  The men of Troy shall mingle with them, and I will give them a new worship, and call them all Latins.  Nor shall any race pay thee more honor than they.”

Then Jupiter sent a fury from the pit.  And she took the form of a bird, even of an owl that sitteth by night on the roof of a desolate house, and flew before the face of Turnus and flapped her wings against his shield.  Then was Turnus stricken with great fear, so that his hair stood up and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth.  And when Juturna knew the sound of the false bird what it was, she cried aloud for fear, and left her brother and fled, hiding herself in the river of Tiber.