Never again will the Fates permit us to meet together." But all his
entreaties and his tears were vain. The spectre gazed upon him awhile with
eyes of inexorable hate, and then turned away, with a gesture of
unrelenting aversion, to a shady recess near by, where she was joined by
the ghost of her first lord, Sichaeus, who by the compassion of Pluto had
been permitted to bear her company. AEneas resumed his journey, pondering
sadly over the fate of the woman who but a little since had loved him so
ardently and to whom he had unwillingly brought such misfortunes. He and
his guide now came to a place dedicated to the shades of renowned
warriors. Here he saw numbers of those brave Trojans, once his companions
in arms, who had fallen before Troy. They eagerly crowded around him,
pressed his hands, and questioned him as to the circumstances which had
brought him, while yet alive, amongst them. There, too, were many Greeks
who had perished during the Trojan war; but when they beheld the hero in
the flesh, and wearing his gleaming armor, they fled from him in dismay.
As he passed on, after exchanging affectionate words with many of his old
comrades, he met Deiphobus, that son of Priam who, after the death of
Paris, became the husband of Helen. The spectre of the prince was cruelly
mutilated,--so that AEneas scarcely knew him. "Who, O Deiphobus," he
exclaimed, "could have inflicted such shameful wounds upon you? After I
had escaped from Troy a story was brought to me that you had indeed
perished, but honorably and in fair fight, having slain many of the enemy.
Then I erected in your honor an empty tomb on the shore under Mount Ida,
and offered proper funeral rites, for your body I was unable to find."

"You, my friend," answered Deiphobus, "omitted no duty towards my corpse
that you could perform. But I owe my death and these infamous wounds to
the wickedness of Helen; they are the marks of her love. On the night
after the fatal horse was brought into Troy, I was lying asleep in my
chamber, enjoying needful repose. Then my faithless wife removed all the
arms from my palace, and even took away my sword from the side of my
couch. That done, she threw open the gates, and herself summoned her
former husband, Menelaus, and he and Ulysses burst into my apartment and
inflicted on me these wounds, for which I pray the Gods that they may be
requited."

AEneas would have spent yet more time in conversing with the shades of his
former com