cond Book of the Fasti. On this, the Roman people paid him
divine honours as a God, under the name of Quirinus, one of the
epithets of Mars. He had a chief priest, who was called 'Flamen
Quirinalis.'

His wife, Hersilia, also had divine honours paid to her, jointly
with him, under the name of Ora, or 'Horta.' According to Plutarch,
she had the latter name from the exhortation which she had given to
the youths to distinguish themselves by courage.

BOOK THE FIFTEENTH.

FABLE I. [XV.1-59]

Myscelos is warned, in a dream, to leave Argos, and to settle in
Italy. When on the point of departing, he is seized under a law
which forbids the Argives to leave the city without the permission
of the magistrates. Being brought up for judgment, through a miracle
he is acquitted. He retires to Italy, where he builds the city of
Crotona.

Meanwhile, one is being sought who can bear a weight of such magnitude,
and can succeed a king so great. Fame, the harbinger of truth, destines
the illustrious Numa for the sovereign power. He does not deem it
sufficient to be acquainted with the ceremonials of the Sabine nation;
in his expansive mind he conceives greater views, and inquires into the
nature of things. 'Twas love of this pursuit, his country and cares left
behind, that caused him to penetrate to the city of the stranger
Hercules. To him, making the inquiry what founder it was that had
erected a Grecian city on the Italian shores, one of the more aged
natives, who was not unacquainted with {the history of} the past, thus
replied:

"The son of Jove, enriched with the oxen of Iberia, is said to have
reached the Lacinian shores,[1] from the ocean, after a prosperous
voyage, and, while his herd was straying along the soft pastures,
himself to have entered the abode of the great Croton, no inhospitable
dwelling, and to have rested in repose after his prolonged labours, and
to have said thus at departing: 'In the time of thy grandsons this shall
be the site of a city;' and his promise was fulfilled. For there was a
certain Myscelos, the son of Alemon, an Argive, most favoured by the
Gods in those times. Lying upon him, as he is overwhelmed with the
drowsiness of sleep, the club-bearer, {Hercules}, addresses him: 'Come,
{now}, desert thy native abodes; go, {and} repair to the pebbly streams
of the distant AEsar.'[2] And he utters threats, many and fearful, if he
does not obey: after that, at once both s