"In a dream Hector's shade appeared to me, and, weeping, bade me fly.
'Troy falls. Do thou go forth and save her household deities!' As I woke,
sounds of battle penetrated to my palace halls, removed somewhat from the
city, and embowered in trees; and I rushed forth, forgetful of Hector's
warning. I saw the streets swimming in Trojan blood, Trojan women and
children led captive, Cassandra dragged from her shrine. Enraged, I
gathered a band and slew many Greeks. But when I saw the impious Pyrrhus
enter the palace and slay Priam at the altar, I recognized the uselessness
of my struggle, and turned to my home.
"Taking my old father Anchises on my back, and leading Iulus by the hand,
I set forth, followed by my wife Creusa. But when I looked behind me at
the city gates, my wife was gone. Mad with despair, I rushed back to the
citadel, crying, 'Creusa! Creusa!' Our homestead was in flames, the
streets filled with Greeks; but as I roamed through the town, I met her
pallid shape. 'O husband, rage not against heaven's decrees! Happy days
will come for thee on the banks of the Tiber. Farewell, and love with me
our boy!'
"Without the gates I was joined by other fugitives; and after the
departure of the Greeks we built ships from the timbers of Mount Ida, and
loading these with our household gods and a few spoils from the city, we
departed to seek new homes.
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