Bkiii:Xvii The Approaching Storm

Aelius, noble descendant of ancient Lamus (and they say the Lamiae of old were named from him, the ancestral line, through all of our recorded history): you come from him, the original founder, who, it’s said, first held the walls of Formiae and Latium’s River Liris where it floods the shores of the nymph, Marica, he the lord, far and wide. Tomorrow a storm sent from the East, will fill all the woodland grove with leaves, and the sands with useless weed, unless the raven, old prophet of rain, is wrong. Pile up the dry firewood while you can: tomorrow, with your servants, released from their labours, cheer your spirit with neat wine, and a little pig, only two months old.