249At these words of Ilioneus Latinus keeps his face fixed in a steady gaze, and stays motionless where he sits, rolling his intent eyes. 251Nor does the embroidered purple move the king, nor Priam's sceptre, so much as he dwells on the marriage and bridal bed of his daughter, and turns over in his heart the oracle of old Faunus: that this was the man foretold by the fates, setting out from a foreign home, to be his son-in-law and called to rule with equal authority; from him would come offspring outstanding in valour, who would seize the whole world by their strength. 259At last he says gladly: 'May the gods favour our undertaking and their own omen; 260what you wish shall be granted, Trojan, and I do not spurn your gifts.
261While Latinus is king you will not lack the richness of fertile land or the wealth of Troy. 263Only let Aeneas himself, if he has so great a desire for us, if he is eager to be joined in friendship and called our ally, come in person, and not shrink from friendly faces: for me it will be a term of peace to have touched your ruler's right hand. 267You in turn now carry my message back to your king. 268I have a daughter whom the oracles from my father's shrine and very many portents from heaven do not allow me to join to a husband of our own race: sons-in-law will come from foreign shores, they prophesy, this awaits Latium, who will raise our name to the stars by their blood.
272That this is the man the fates demand I both believe and, if my mind foresees anything true, desire.' 274Having spoken so, the father chooses horses from his whole stock (three hundred stood sleek in the lofty stalls): at once he orders them to be led out in order for all the Teucrians, swift-footed steeds caparisoned with purple and embroidered coverings; 278golden collars hang down from their breasts, and, covered in gold, they champ yellow gold between their teeth; 280for the absent Aeneas a chariot and a pair of harnessed horses of heavenly seed, breathing fire from their nostrils, of the breed of those which cunning Circe produced as bastards, stealing from her father by mating them with a mortal mare.
284With such gifts and words of Latinus the sons of Aeneas return, high on their horses, and bring back peace.