In the great plain before the city stands A mound of steep ascent on every side; Men named it Batiea, but the gods Called it the swift Myrinna’s tomb; and here Mustered the sons of Troy and their allies.

Great Hector of the beamy helm, the son Of Priam, led the Trojan race. The host Of greatest multitude was marshalled there, And there the bravest, mighty with the spear.

Aeneas marshalled the Dardanian troops⁠— The brave son of Anchises. Venus bore The warrior to Anchises on the heights Of Ida, where the mortal lover met The goddess. Yet he ruled them not alone; Two chiefs, Antenor’s sons Archelochus And Acamas, were with him in command, Expert in all the many arts of war.

The Trojans from Zeleia, opulent men, Who drank the dark Aesepus⁠—over these Ruled Pandarus, Lycaon’s valiant son, To whom the god Apollo gave his bow.