146They had joined the contests of harsh war among themselves: Aeneas was cutting through the waves at midnight. 148For when, having left Evander and entered the Etruscan camp, he approaches the king and tells the king his name and race, what he seeks and what he himself brings, informs him of the arms Mezentius is winning to his side and of the violent heart of Turnus, reminds him what trust can be placed in human affairs, and mingles prayers: there is no delay; Tarchon joins forces and strikes a treaty; 154then, freed from fate, the Lydian people boards the fleet at the gods' command, entrusted to a foreign leader. 156Aeneas' ship holds the lead, with Phrygian lions yoked beneath its beak; above them towers Ida, most welcome to the exiled Teucrians.
159Here great Aeneas sits and turns over in his mind the varied outcomes of the war, and Pallas, clinging to his left side, now asks about the stars, their path through the dark night, now about what he has suffered on land and sea.