510And now not rumour of so great a disaster but a surer messenger flies to Aeneas: that his men are within a hair's breadth of death, that it is time to help the routed Teucrians. 513He mows down everything nearest with his sword, and, ablaze, drives a broad path through the column with the steel, seeking you, Turnus, proud with fresh slaughter. 515Pallas, Evander, all is before his very eyes: the table to which he then first came as a stranger, and the right hands given. 517Here he takes alive four youths born of Sulmo and as many reared by Ufens, to sacrifice as offerings to the shades and to drench the flames of the pyre with captive blood.
521Then from afar he had aimed a hostile spear at Magus. 522He cleverly ducks under, and the spear flies quivering over him, and clasping his knees he speaks thus as a suppliant: 'By your father's shade and the hopes of growing Iulus, I beg you, spare this life for a son and a father. 526I have a lofty house; deep buried lie talents of engraved silver; I have weights of gold, wrought and unwrought. 528The Teucrians' victory does not turn on this, nor will one life make so great a difference.' 530He had spoken. 530Aeneas gives him this reply: 'The many talents of silver and gold you speak of, spare them for your sons.
532Turnus did away with such trading in war first, back then, when Pallas was killed. 534So feels the shade of my father Anchises, so feels Iulus.' 535Having said this, he holds the helmet with his left hand, and bending back the suppliant's neck, drives in the sword up to the hilt. 537Not far off was the son of Haemon, priest of Phoebus and Trivia, whose temples a fillet bound with its sacred band, all gleaming in his robe and splendid arms. 540Him Aeneas meets and drives over the plain, and standing over him when he falls, sacrifices him and covers him in great shadow; 541Serestus gathers his arms and carries them back on his shoulders, a trophy for you, King Gradivus.