To whom, then the suppliant Juno employed these words: Aeolus, indeed to you, the father of gods and

king of men gave to soothe and raise waves and wind; hostile people to me are sailing the Tyrrhenian Sea, carrying into Italy Troys defeated household gods: strike power to winds and crush their sunken ships, or drive them having been scattered and disperse the bodies in the sea. There are to me twice seven nymphs of excellent figure, of whom the one who is most beautiful in appearance, Deiopea, I will join (to you) in stable marriage, and I will declare her your own, so that with you she may spend all her years in return for such merits and she may make you a father by beautiful offspring. Aeolus in reply said the following things: Your task, oh queen, is to search out what you want; to me it is right to execute the commands. Whatever this thing of a kingdom, my scepter, and Jupiter, you won over for me, you gave to me to recline at the feasts of gods, and you make me powerful over the clouds and storms. When these had been said, he struck the hollow mountain into the side with the opposed point: and the winds just as if with a column having been made, where the gate had been given, they rushed and blew lands by storm. They brooded over seas and all East and South winds together overturned from the deepest sea and the Southwest wind, crowded with gusts, revolved vast waves to the shore: a cry of men followed and a creaking of ropes. Suddenly, clouds seized the sky and day from the eyes of the Trojans; dark night lay upon the sea. It thundered from the pole and ether flashed with crowded fire and all aimed instant death to the men. Immediately, the limbs of Aeneas were loosened with chill, he groaned and stretching both palms to the heavens, he reported in so great a voice: Oh thrice and four times you blessed, to whom to meet death it was chanced before their fathers eyes, under Troys high walls! O Diomyedes, the boldest of the people of the Greeks! Was I not able to fall in the fields of Troy and to pour out this spirit by your right hand, where fierce Hector lies by Achilles spear, where mighty Sarpedon, where the Simois rolls so many snatched up shields, and helmets, and brave bodies of men under its waves? To him, throwing such things out, the opposed storm, roaring with the North wind, shredded the sail, and lifted the waves to the heaven. The oars were shattered, then the prow averted and gave its side to the waves, a towering mountain of water followed in a heap. Some men hung on the top of the wave; to other men, the gaping wave opened land between the swells, the tide raged on the sands. The South wind whirled three snatched ships into hidden rocks (the Italians call the rocks, which are in the middle of the seas, the Altars, a huge reef at the top of the sea), the East wind drove three ships from the deep into the shallows and sand bars, miserable to see, and it dashed them on the shallows and encircled them with a mound of sand. A massive wave from above crashed down unto one ship, which was carrying the Lycians and fateful Orontes, before his very eyes (and) the helmsman was cast out headlong and was rolled onto his head; and a wave twisted that ship in the same place thrice, driving it in a circle, and a swift whirlpool swallowed it in the sea. Scattered swimmers appeared in the vast abyss and the arms of men and boards and Trojan treasures through the waves. Now, the strong ship of Ilioneus, now of the brave Achate, and the ship in which Abas was carried, and the ship in which the aged Aletes was carried, the storm conquered; by means of the loose seams of the side, all the ships accepted the deadly flood and split open with cracks. Meanwhile, Neptune sensed that with a great murmur, the sea had been stirred and a storm had been sent forth and that the still waters had been belched forth from the lowest depths; seriously displeased, looking out on the deep, his calm head he lifted from the crest of a wave.