69Then, as soon as there is trust in the sea, and the winds grant calm waters, and the gently rustling south wind calls us to the deep, my comrades launch the ships and crowd the shore: we sail out of harbour, and lands and cities recede. 73In mid-sea there lies a sacred land, inhabited, most dear to the mother of the Nereids and to Aegean Neptune; as it wandered round coasts and shores, the dutiful Archer bound it fast to lofty Myconos and Gyaros, and granted that it be inhabited unmoving and scorn the winds. 78Hither I am borne; 78this most peaceful island receives us, weary, in its safe harbour: disembarking, we pay reverence to Apollo's city.
80King Anius, at once king of men and priest of Phoebus, his temples bound with ribbons and sacred laurel, comes to meet us; 82he recognised Anchises, his old friend. 83We join right hands in friendship and go in beneath his roof.