The Games for Anchises

I still miss my father dearly! we landed in Sicily once again, nearby my fathers tomb. Greeted by Trojan born Acesta we offered libations to my father and I addressed his shade.  At my last word a serpent slivered from the shrines depths. It slowly tasted the offerings among the bowls and goblets then slid back below. 

I recognised that this sigh meant my father’s ghost was present at the ceremony and I reviewed it with zeal and then we had ritual feats. Then the day of the games for Anchises, my honoured father, came around. The competitions were boat racing, foot racing, boxing and archery. Prizes were given and it was great to see the men display there Arete. Everyone had a great time and my spirit feels lifted. 

However while we were celebrating the games, the Trojan women in camp were convinced and frenzied into destroying our ship.  Depressed by our endless wanderings and wishing to build a city where we were. They were driven on my some immortal goddess in a human form.  I prayed to might Jove and at once rain came falling down with fury. We have only lost four ships.

I wondere if I should forget my fate and settle in Sicily. Nautes advises me, saying to leave behind those who were worn out from this exile, the old, and women sick from sea and the feeble. To leave them to have their walls in this land. Im going to bed now, I don't know what to do.