mothers clasped their children to their breasts. At once running to the sound with which the dread clarion gave the signal, the untamed rustics snatch up 20 their weapons and gather from all sides; while the forces of Troy, on their part, pour through the camp’s open gates their succour for Ascanius. It is no longer a woodman’s quarrel waged with heavy clubs or seared stakes; they try the issue with two-edged steel; a dark harvest of drawn 25 swords bristles over the field; the brass shines responsive to the sun’s challenge, and flings its radiance skyward; as when the wave has begun to whiten under the rising wind, the ocean gradually upheaves itself, and raises its billows higher and higher, till at last, from its lowest depths, it 30 mounts up to heaven. See! as the arrow whizzes, a young warrior in the first rank, once Tyrrheus’ eldest born, Almo, is laid low in death; for the wound has lodged in his throat, and has cut off, with the rush of blood, the passage of the liquid voice and the vital breath. Round him lie 35 many gallant frames, and among them old Galæsus, while throwing himself between the armies and pleading for peace; none so just as he, none so wealthy before to-day in Ausonian land; five flocks of sheep had he, five herds of oxen went to and fro from his stalls, and his land was furrowed by a hundred ploughs. While thus on the plains the impartial war-god deals out fortune, the goddess, having achieved her promise, soon 5 as she had inaugurated the war with blood, and brought the battle to its first murderous shock, flies from Hesperia, and rounding the cope of heaven, addresses Juno in the haughty tones of triumph: “See here the work of discord complete in the horrors of war! Now bid them come together 10 in friendship and strike truce. Thou hast seen that I can sprinkle the Trojans with Ausonian blood; let me but be assured of thy wish, I will give thee a further boon: I will sew rumours and bring the neighbouring cities into the war, and inflame their souls with mad martial passion 15 to crowd from all sides with succour; I will scatter arms broadcast.” Juno returns: “There is panic and treachery enough; the seeds of war are sown deep; men are fighting hand to hand; the weapons which chance first supplied are being seasoned with new-spilt blood. Such be the 20 alliance, such the nuptial rites solemnized by Venus’ virtuous son and good king Latinus. For thee to walk the upper air with larger freedom would displease the great Father, the monarch of high Olympus. Give place; should any chance emerge in the struggle, myself will deal with it.” 25 So spoke Saturn’s daughter: the Fury lifts her wings that hurtle with serpent plumage, and seeks her home in Cocytus, leaving the altitudes above. There is a place in the