152Aeneas had spoken. 152Evander had long been scanning the face and eyes of the speaker and his whole body with his gaze. 154Then he replies thus in few words: 'How gladly, bravest of the Teucrians, I receive and recognise you! 155How I recall the words and the voice and the face of your father, great Anchises! 157For I remember that Priam, son of Laomedon, on his way to Salamis to see the realm of his sister Hesione, came on to visit the cold borders of Arcadia. 160Then early youth was clothing my cheeks with bloom, and I marvelled at the Teucrian leaders, and marvelled at the son of Laomedon himself; but taller than all walked Anchises: my heart burned with a young man's longing to address the hero and to join right hand with right hand.
165I approached him and eagerly led him beneath the walls of Pheneus. 166On leaving he gave me a splendid quiver and Lycian arrows, and a cloak interwoven with gold, and a pair of golden bridles, which my Pallas now has. 169Therefore the right hand you seek is already joined with yours in treaty, and as soon as tomorrow's light returns to the earth, I shall send you off glad with help and aid you with my resources. 172Meanwhile, since you have come here as friends, celebrate with us in goodwill these yearly rites, which it is wrong to postpone, and from now on grow used to the tables of your allies.'