90I had scarcely spoken: suddenly everything seemed to tremble, the threshold and the god's laurel, and the whole mountain around to shake, and the tripod to bellow as the shrine was thrown open. 93We fall low to the ground, and a voice comes to our ears: 'Hardy sons of Dardanus, the land that first bore you from your parents' stock will welcome you back to its fruitful bosom. 96Seek out your ancient mother: there the house of Aeneas will rule over all shores, and his children's children, and those who will be born of them.' 99So Phoebus spoke; 99and great joy arose amid mingled uproar, and all ask what those walls are, where Phoebus is calling us wanderers and bidding us return.
102Then my father, turning over the records of men of old, says, 'Listen, chieftains, and learn your hopes: Crete, the island of great Jupiter, lies in mid-sea; 105there is Mount Ida, and the cradle of our race. 106Its people dwell in a hundred great cities, most fertile realms; 107from there our greatest forefather, Teucrus, if I rightly recall what I have heard, first sailed to the Rhoetean shores and chose a site for his kingdom. 109Not yet had Ilium and the towers of Pergamum been built; 110they lived in the depths of the valleys. 111From here came the Mother who dwells on Cybelus, and the Corybants' bronze cymbals, and the Idaean grove; 112from here the faithful silence of her rites, and the yoked lions that drew their mistress's chariot.
114So come, and let us follow where the gods' commands lead; 115let us appease the winds and make for the realms of Cnossos. 116Nor are they a long voyage away; 116if only Jupiter is with us, the third dawn will set our fleet on the Cretan shores.' 118So he spoke, and sacrificed on the altars the honours due: a bull to Neptune, a bull to you, fair Apollo, a black sheep to the Storm, a white one to the favouring Zephyrs.