122Then old Drances, always hostile to young Turnus with hatred and reproach, answers in his turn with these words: 'O Trojan, great in fame, greater in arms, with what praises can I raise you to the sky? 126Am I to admire first your justice or your labours in war? 127We for our part will gratefully carry these words back to our native city and, if fortune grants a way, will join you to King Latinus: let Turnus seek treaties for himself. 130Nay more, we shall rejoice to raise the fated mass of your walls and carry Trojan stones on our shoulders.' 132He had spoken these words, and all with one voice murmured the same.
133They agreed on twice six days, and with peace as mediator Teucrians and Latins, mingling, roamed unharmed through the woods over the ridges. 135The tall ash rings with the double-edged iron axe; they overturn pines that soared to the stars; they do not cease to split oaks and fragrant cedar with wedges, nor to haul rowans on groaning wagons.