[Book XI – The Despair of the Latins] [STORY] The battle paused for funeral rites for the numerous victims. After his First victory, Aeneas mourned the d**h of his dear friend Pallas: Away in the sky where the heroes live There – thy spirit runs Our hearts on a bed of thorns Bleeding, pray for you and cry You leave them alone Fly, noble warrior To the right arms of the gods Fly, noble warrior Beyond the sun and the clouds Fly to the high gold world Thy armour shines on like thy value and pride Fly noble and dear friend While the silver rain goes on falling down Away in the sky thy spirit flies While these tears say goodbye… [STORY] After the funeral, Pallas' body was taken to his father, King Evander Who cried for the d**h of his beloved son and called for Turnus' d**h While pyres consumed the bodies of the deceased. In the council of the Latins, the kings expressed their will to stop the war against the Trojans Suggesting to make a treaty with them or, in alternative, to end the Conflict with a single combat between Turnus, as he was largely responsible For it, and the chief of Trojans, Aeneas. Turnus who was not ready to Concede defeat, accepted the challenge. The council was interrupted by The news that the Trojans and Etruscans were advancing. Turnus called The men to arms. The battle began. It was once again cruel and bloody And saw the d**h of another Latin hero, the noble virgin warrior Camilla At the end Turnus, defeated, retired with his warriors…