762And now the whole people had feasted for nine days, and honour had been paid at the altars: calm winds have levelled the waters, and the South Wind, blowing steadily, calls them again to the deep. 765A great weeping arises along the curving shores; 766embracing one another they linger a night and a day. 767Now the very mothers, the very men to whom once the face of the sea had seemed harsh and its name unbearable, wish to go and endure all the toil of exile. 770Good Aeneas comforts them with friendly words, and in tears commends them to Acestes, his kinsman. 772Then he orders three calves to be slain to Eryx and a lamb to the Storms, and the cables to be loosed in order.
774He himself, his head bound with leaves of trimmed olive, standing apart on the prow, holds a bowl, and casts the entrails into the salt waves and pours the flowing wine. 777A wind rising from astern follows them as they go. 778Vying with each other, his comrades strike the sea and sweep the waters.