Latin poetry -- Adaptations; Virgil -- Adaptations
And when she saw that the people were moved, she gave also a sign from
heaven. For lo! an eagle that drave a crowd of sea-fowl before him,
swooped down to the water, and caught a great swan; and even while the
Italians looked, the birds that before had fled turned and pursued the
eagle, and drave him before them, so that he dropped the swan and fled
away. Which thing when the Italians perceived, they shouted, and made
them ready for battle. And the augur Tolumnius cried, "This is the
token that I have looked for. For this eagle is the stranger, and ye
are the birds, which before, indeed, have fled, but shall now make him
to flee."
And he ran forward and cast his spear, smiting a man of Arcadia below
the belt, upon the groin. One of nine brothers was he, sons of a
Tuscan mother, but their father was a Greek; and they, when they saw
him slain, caught swords and spears, and ran forward. And straightway
the battle was begun. First they brake down the altars, that they
might take firebrands therefrom; and King Latinus fled from the place.
Then did Messapus drive his horses against King Aulestes of Mantua,
who, being fain to fly, stumbled upon the altar and fell headlong on
the ground. And Messapus smote him with a spear that was like a
weaver's beam, saying, "This, of a truth, is a worthier victim." After
this Coryneüs the Arcadian, when Ebysus would have smitten him,
snatched a brand from the altar and set fire to the beard of the man,
and, before he came to himself, caught him by the hair, and thrusting
him to the ground, so slew him. And when Podalirius pursued Alsus the
shepherd, and now held his sword over him ready to strike, the other
turned, and with a battle-axe cleft the man's head from forehead to
chin.
But all the while the righteous Æneas, having his head bare, and
holding neither spear nor sword, cried to the people, "What seek ye?
what madness is this? The covenant is established, and I only have the
right to do battle." But even while he spake an arrow smote him,
wounding him. But who let it fly no man knoweth; for who, of a truth,
would boast that he had wounded Æneas? And he departed from the
battle.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE DEATH OF TURNUS.
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