244Then the son of Anchises, summoning all according to custom, proclaims Cloanthus victor by the loud voice of a herald and veils his temples with green laurel, and gives as gifts for the ships three bullocks of their choice, and wine, and a great talent of silver to carry off. 249For the captains themselves he adds special honours: for the victor a cloak embroidered with gold, round which ran a broad border of Meliboean purple in a double meander, and woven into it the royal boy on leafy Ida tires swift stags with javelin and running, eager, like one panting; him Jupiter's swift armour-bearer has snatched aloft from Ida in his hooked talons; 256his aged guardians stretch their palms in vain towards the stars, and the barking of dogs rages into the air.
258But to the man who then held second place by his prowess he gives, to keep, a corselet linked with smooth hooks and triple-woven with gold, which he himself as victor had stripped from Demoleos beside swift Simois under lofty Ilium, an ornament and protection in battle. 263The attendants Phegeus and Sagaris could barely carry its many layers, straining with their shoulders; 264yet wearing it, Demoleos once used to drive the scattered Trojans before him at a run. 266For the third gifts he makes twin cauldrons of bronze, and bowls wrought in silver and rough with reliefs. 268And now all had received their gifts and were going proudly in their riches, their temples bound with crimson ribbons, when Sergestus, barely torn free from the cruel rock with much skill, his oars lost and crippled in one tier, was bringing in his ship, mocked and without honour.
273As often a snake caught on the raised roadway, which a bronze wheel has run over aslant, or which a traveller has left half-dead and mangled with a heavy blow of a stone; 276trying in vain to flee, it makes long writhings with its body, in part fierce, its eyes blazing, lifting high its hissing neck; part, crippled by the wound, holds it back as it twists in knots and folds itself upon its own limbs: with such oarage the ship moved slowly; 281yet she makes sail, and enters the harbour mouth with sails full. 282Aeneas presents Sergestus with the promised gift, glad that the ship was saved and his comrades brought back.
284He is given a slave woman, not unskilled in the works of Minerva, Cretan by birth, Pholoe, with twin sons at her breast.