77What god, Muses, turned such savage flames away from the Teucrians? 78Who drove such great fires from the ships? 79Tell me. 79Belief in the deed is ancient, but its fame is everlasting. 80At the time when Aeneas was first building his fleet on Phrygian Ida and preparing to seek the deep sea, the Berecyntian mother of the gods herself, they say, addressed great Jupiter with these words: 'Grant, my son, to my request what your dear mother asks of you, now that Olympus is subdued. 86There was a grove on the top of the citadel, where they used to bring offerings, dark with black pitch-pines and trunks of maple: these I gladly gave to the Dardanian youth when he needed a fleet; 89now anxious fear torments me with worry.
90Release my fears, and let a mother's prayers prevail in this: let them not be overcome by any voyage that batters them, nor by a whirlwind; let it profit them that they were born on our mountains.' 93Her son, who turns the stars of the firmament, replied to her: 'O mother, where are you calling the fates, or what are you asking for these? 95Are keels made by mortal hand to have an immortal's right, and is Aeneas to pass in safety through uncertain dangers? 97To what god has such power been granted? 98No: when, their work done, they reach their goal and the Ausonian harbours one day, whichever has escaped the waves and carried the Dardanian leader to the fields of Laurentum, I will take away its mortal form and bid them be goddesses of the great sea, like Doto, daughter of Nereus, and Galatea, who cleave the foaming deep with their breasts.' 104He had spoken, and, swearing by the rivers of his Stygian brother, by the banks seething with pitch and black whirlpool, he nodded his assent to it, and with his nod made all Olympus tremble.