Chapter 24

“He said. The crackling flames appear on high. And driving sparkles dance along the sky. With Vulcan’s rage the rising winds conspire, And near our palace roll the flood of fire. ‘Haste, my dear father, (’tis no time to wait,) And load my shoulders with a willing freight. Whate’er befalls, your life shall be my care; One death, or one deliv’rance, we will share. My hand shall lead our little son; and you, My faithful consort, shall our steps pursue. Next, …