He struck the hollow mountainside with the butt of his sceptre, and the winds, like an army in formation, hurtle through the opened gates and blow over the earth, a hurricane! Instantly, Eurus, Notus and Africus with his mass of squalls, have battened on the sea, crashing into its lowest depths, and rolling vast breakers to the shore! Shouts and the shrieking of cordage rise up, cloud snatches skies and daylight from the Trojans’ view, and darkness lies black upon the ocean. All of a sudden, thunder has crashed through the heavens, the air blazes, flash after flash, and everything threatens the Trojans with instant death ! A sudden chill makes Aeneas stagger: he groans and, lifting both hands, cries: “Thrice and four times blessed, you whose lot it was to die beneath the high walls of Troy in the sight of your fathers! Ajax, mightiest of your race! Could I not meet my death on Trojan ground and pour out this life of mine at your hand, where fierce Hector lies, brought low by Achilles’s spear, and mighty Sarpedon, where the Simois took the shields and helms and the strong bodies of so many men and rolls them beneath its stream?” As he speaks, a shrieking blast from the North Wind hits the sail head-on and rears the seas sky-high. Oars shatter, then the prow veers, the ship lies beam-on to the waves, and a huge mountain of water gathers! Some Trojans hang at the peak; the rollers, as they sunder the ocean, show others the sea bed itself, and the water boils with sand. Three times Notus snatches and flings a ship onto a hidden reef, a deadly ridge at the water line, which Italians call the Altars, and three times Eurus rolls a vessel from deep water down towards the Syrtes, a pitiful sight to see, smashes it into the shoals and buries it in a mound of sand! Before Aeneas’s eyes, a vast sea crashes from a tremendous height onto the stern of a ship carrying Lycians and loyal Orontes: he is flung overboard, head-over-heels; raging water drives the ship three times round, and a rushing whirlpool sucks it under! A few men can be seen floating in enormous seas along with planks, arms and treasures from Troy. Now the storm has overwhelmed Ilioneus’s strong ship, and brave Achates’, and those bearing Abas and aged Aletes: all, rigging lost, are broached by the deadly waters and start at the seams. Now Neptune, deeply disturbed, could feel that the ocean had been stirred into a great commotion, that the storm had been unleashed and the waters of the deep drawn up to the shallows: maintaining his composure, he raised his head from the water to look above it He sees Aeneas’s fleet driven far and wide over the sea, Trojans struggling with the surge and the chaos of the sky – Juno and her vengeful tricks did not escape her brother. He called Eurus and Zephyrus to him: “You winds profess such commitment to your godly breeding! But did it hold you back? Now do you dare, without my sanction, to confound the earth and sky and create such upheaval? That I – but first, to calm the seas you stirred up. If you do this again, you will not get away so lightly. Go, quickly, tell your king that power over the sea, and the dread trident, are my prerogative, not his. He can stay in those horrible caves – your home, Eurus – that’s the court where he can boast he’s Aeolus! Let him lord it in the prison of the winds – so long as they stay locked in!” Faster than it takes to say, he calms the swollen waters, disperses the massed clouds and brings back the sun.