tunc quoque mulcentem dictis corda aspera regem iam faciles (ventis ut decertata residunt aequora, laxatisque diu tamen aura superstes immoritur velis) passi, subiere penates.
Even then they suffered the king as he soothed their ruffled hearts with his words, and passed into the palace, pliable now, as a sea for which the winds have fought falls to rest; and a long, lingering breeze yet dies upon the drooping canvass.
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