320She lowered her face and spoke in a low voice: 'O happy beyond all others, that maiden daughter of Priam, ordered to die at an enemy's tomb beneath the high walls of Troy, who did not endure any casting of lots, nor as a captive touched the bed of a conquering master! 325We, our homeland burnt, carried over far-scattered seas, endured the arrogance of Achilles' offspring and his proud youth, bearing children in slavery: he afterwards, pursuing Hermione, Leda's granddaughter, and a Spartan marriage, handed me over, a slave, to his slave Helenus to keep. 330But Orestes, inflamed with great love for the bride snatched from him and driven by the Furies of his crimes, catches him off guard and cuts him down at his father's altars.
333At the death of Neoptolemus a part of the kingdom passed to Helenus, who named the plains Chaonian and the whole land Chaonia after Trojan Chaon, and set on the ridges a Pergamum and this Ilian citadel. 337But you — what winds, what fates have given you your course? 338Or what god has driven you, unknowing, to our shores? 339What of the boy Ascanius? 339Does he survive and feed on the air of life, the boy whom to you, when Troy already — Yet does the boy have any thought for the mother he has lost? 342Do both his father Aeneas and his uncle Hector rouse him at all to ancient courage and manly spirit?' 344Such words she was pouring out, weeping, and raising long laments in vain, when the hero Helenus, son of Priam, comes from the walls with many attendants, and recognises his own people, and gladly leads them to his threshold, and sheds many tears between each word.
349I go on, and recognise a little Troy, a Pergamum copying the great one, and a dry stream with the name of Xanthus, and I embrace the threshold of a Scaean gate. 352The Teucrians too enjoy the friendly city with me: the king was receiving them in his spacious colonnades; 354in the middle of the hall they were pouring out cups of wine, the feast set out on gold, and held bowls in their hands.