ANCHISES FINISHED SPEAKING, and dragged his son and the Sibyl into the middle of the assembly, the buzzing throng. He took his stand on a mound, from where he could make out all those before him as they passed in line, and study their faces as they came up to him.
"Come, now. I shall describe the glory that comes next for the sons of Troy, and the descendants of Italian birth that are waiting, famous souls that shall bear our name, and I shall instruct you in your destiny.
You see that young man who leans on a headless spear - he is allotted the next turn in the light: he will be the first to ascend to the air above whose blood is blended with that of Italy. He is Silvius - an Alban name - who will be your last son. When you are old, your wife Lavinia will bear him in the woods, and he will be a king and a father of kings, Through him our family will rule over Alba Longa."