356And now one day and a second has passed, and the breezes call to the sails, and the canvas swells with a filling south wind. 358I approach the seer with these words and ask thus: 'Trojan-born, interpreter of the gods, who understand the will of Phoebus, the tripods, the laurels of the Clarian, the stars, the tongues of birds and the omens of the swift wing, come, speak — for every sign has told me of my course with favour, and all the gods by their will have urged me to make for Italy and try remote lands: only the Harpy Celaeno prophesies a strange portent, impious to tell, and announces grim wrath and foul hunger — what dangers do I avoid first?
368Or by following what course could I overcome such great toils?' 369Here Helenus, first slaughtering bullocks as custom is, begs the peace of the gods, unbinds the ribbons from his consecrated head, and with his own hand leads me to your threshold, Phoebus, in awe at the god's great presence, and then the priest prophesies these words from his inspired lips: