Three thousand mares, exulting in their brood Of tender foals. Of some of this vast herd Boreas became enamored as they fed. He came to them in likeness of a steed That wore an azure mane, and they brought forth Twelve foals, which all were females, of such speed That when they frolicked on the teeming earth They flew along the topmost ears of wheat And broke them not, and when they sported o’er The mighty bosom of the deep they ran Along the hoary summits of its waves. To Erichthonius Tros was born, who ruled The Trojans, and from Tros there sprang three sons Of high renown⁠—Ilus, Assaracus, And godlike Ganymede, most beautiful Of men; the gods beheld and caught him up To heaven, so beautiful was he, to pour The wine to Jove, and ever dwell with them. And Ilus had a son, Laomedon, Of mighty fame, to whom five sons were born, Tithonus, Priam, Lampus, Clytius, And Hicetaon, trained to war by Mars. Assaracus begat my ancestor, Capys, to whom Anchises owes his birth.