We have been all over the place
First we sailed to Thrace to sound our city. A land with
bountiful farmlands and household gods in league. we started to build our new city at once but there I found the corpse
of Polydorus. Shoots had grown the spears impaling him when he was betrayed
after being sent to Thrace.
After funeral rites we went to the sacred island of Delos,
loved by Aegean Neptune and Apollo the Archer
both. We were welcomed by Anius, king of men and priest of the gods. I
prayed to Apollo to grand us our own home and his voice sounded out.
“Sons of Dardanus, hardy souls, your fathers’ land that gave
you birth will take you back again, restored to her fertile breast. Search for
your ancient mother. There your house, the line of Aeneas will rule all parts
of the world.”
My father, mulling over our ancient traditions concluded
that Crete, Joves own land was our destination.
Again we set sail.
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