lf for the tearful war in the armour of
cloud-compelling Jove, and around her shoulders she then threw the
fringed aegis, dreadful, around which on all sides Terror appears plumed.
Thereon was Strife, thereon Fortitude, and thereon was chilling
Pursuit;[228] on it was the Gorgonian head of the dreadful monster,
dire, horrible, a portent of aegis-bearing Jove. On her head she placed
her four-crested helmet, with a spreading metal ridge,[229] golden,
sufficient for the heavy-armed of a hundred cities. She then stepped
into her shining chariot with her feet; and took her spear, heavy, huge,
and sturdy, with which she, sprung from a dread sire, subdues the ranks
of heroic men, with whomsoever she is wroth. But Juno with the lash
quickly urged on the steeds. The gates of heaven creaked spontaneously,
the gates which the Hours guarded, to whom are intrusted the mighty
heaven and Olympus, as well to open the dense cloud as to close it. In
this way, indeed, through these gates, they drove their steeds, urged on
with the goad: and they found the son of Saturn sitting apart from the
other gods on the highest summit of many-peaked Olympus. There staying
her steeds, the white-armed goddess Juno interrogated supreme Saturnian
Jove, and thus addressed him:

"O father Jove, art thou not indignant at Mars for these bold
deeds,--how numerous and how choice a multitude of Greeks he has
destroyed rashly, nor as became him: a grief indeed to me; but Venus and
silver-bowed Apollo in quiet are delighted, having let slip this frantic
[god], who knows no rights. Father Jove, wilt thou be angry with me if I
drive Mars from the battle, having dreadfully wounded him?"

[Footnote 228: Compare [Greek: Proioxis] and [Greek: Palioxis],
similarly personified, in Hesiod, Scut. Herc. 134, and Virg. AEn.
viii. 701:

"--tristesque ex aethere Dirae,
Et scissa gaudens vadit Discordia palla;
Quam cum sanguineo sequitur Bellona flagello."]

[Footnote 229: See note on iii. 362.]

But her answering, cloud-compelling Jove addressed:

"Come, incite the pillaging Minerva against him, who is very wont to
cause him to approach grievous woes."

Thus he spoke: nor did the white-armed goddess Juno disobey, but she
lashed on her steeds. They flew, not unwillingly, midway between the
earth and the starry heaven. Now, as much haze[230] as a man sees with
his eyes, sitting upon some lofty point, and looking over