At these words Allecto kindled into wrath. Even in the act of speaking a shudder seized the youth’s frame and his eyes grew stiff and stony, so fierce the hissing of the Fury’s thousand snakes, so monstrous the features that rose on his view. Instant with a roll of her fiery orbs she 15 thrust him back as he faltered and tried to speak further; on either brow she upreared a serpent lock, and cracked her whip, and with infuriate lips followed thus: “Here is the mouldering mother, whom dotage, drained dry of truth, is mocking with false alarms in an atmosphere of royal armaments. 20 Turn your eyes hither; I am come from the dwelling of the Dread Sisters: war and death are wielded by this hand.” Saying thus, she hurled a torch full at the youth, and lodged in his breast the pine-wood with its lurid smoke and 25 glare. The bonds of sleep are broken by the giant terror, and a burst of sweat all over bathes the whole man, bone and limb. “My sword!” he screams in frenzy; for his sword he searches pillow and palace: the fever of the steel, the guilty madness of bloodshed rage within him, and angry 30 pride tops all: even as when loud-crackling a fire of sticks is heaped round the sides of a waving caldron, and the heat makes the water start; there within is the flood, steaming and storming, and bubbling high in froth, till at last the wave cannot contain itself, and the black vapour 35 flies up into the air. So then, trampling on treaties, he gives the word to the chiefs of his soldiery for a march upon King Latinus, and bids arms be got ready. Italy must be protected, the foe must be driven from the frontier; he and his men will be enough for both, Teucrians and Latians. So he says and appeals to Heaven: and the Rutulians with emulous zeal encourage each other to the fight. This one is fired by his leader’s peerless beauty 5 and youth; this by the kings in his pedigree; this by the glorious deeds of his hand.