258She spoke, and, borne off on her wings, fled back into the forest. 259But my comrades' blood froze cold with sudden fear; 260their spirits fell, and no longer with arms but with vows and prayers they bid me beg for peace, whether these are goddesses or dread and loathsome birds. 263And father Anchises, stretching out his palms from the shore, calls on the great powers and proclaims due honours: 'Gods, ward off these threats; 265gods, turn aside such a fate, and graciously preserve the dutiful!' 266Then he orders us to tear the cable from the shore and to shake out and loosen the sheets. 268South winds stretch the sails; 268we flee over the foaming waves where the wind and the helmsman called our course.
270Now in mid-sea wooded Zacynthos appears, and Dulichium and Same and Neritos steep with rocks. 272We escape the crags of Ithaca, the realm of Laertes, and curse the land that nursed cruel Ulysses. 274Soon the cloud-capped peaks of Mount Leucata come into view too, and Apollo, feared by sailors. 276This we make for, weary, and approach the little town; 277the anchor is cast from the prow, the sterns stand along the shore.