Now Mars, the lord of arms, inspires the Latians with 25 strength and courage, and plants his stings deep in their bosoms, while among the Teucrians, he sends Flight and grisly Terror. They flock from this side and from that, now that scope for battle is given, and the warrior-god comes down on their souls. When Pandarus saw his 30 brother’s corpse laid low, and knew the posture of fortune and the chance that was swaying the day, with a mighty effort he turns the gate on its hinge, pushing with his broad shoulders, and leaves outside many of his comrades shut out from the camp all in the cruel battle, while others he shuts 35 in with himself, admitting them as they stream onward—madman, to have failed to see the king of the Rutulians in the middle of the company storming in, and to have shut him wantonly within the walls, like monstrous tiger among a herd of helpless cattle! On the instant a strange light flashed from the eyes of the foe, and his arms gave a fearful clang; on his helm quivers his crest, red as blood, and from his shield he darts gleaming lightnings. With 5 sudden confusion the children of Æneas recognize that hated form and those giant limbs. Then forth springs mighty Pandarus, and with all the glow of wrath for his brother’s death bespeaks him thus: “This is not the bridal palace of Amata, nor is it Ardea that embraces 10 Turnus in the walls of his fathers; the enemy’s camp is before you; all escape is barred.” To him Turnus, smiling in quiet mood: “Begin, if you have courage, and engage in combat. Priam shall learn from you that here too you have found an Achilles.” Thus he: Pandarus, with the 15 full strain of his power, hurls his spear, rugged with knots and unpeeled bark. It was launched on the air; but Saturnian Juno turned aside the coming wound, and the spear lodged in the gate. “But this my weapon you shall not escape, swayed as it is by my hand’s full force; 20 he from whom wound and weapon come is too strong for that.” So cries Turnus, and rises high upon his lifted sword, and cleaves with the steel the forehead in twain full between the temples, parting beardless cheek from cheek with a ghastly wound. A crash is heard: earth is shaken 25 by the enormous weight: the unnerved limbs, the arms splashed with gore and brain are stretched in death on the ground; and the head, shared in equal parts, hangs right and left from either shoulder. The routed Trojans fly here and there in wildering terror; and had the thought at 30 once seized the conqueror, to burst the gates by main force and give entrance to his friends, that day would have ended a war and a nation both. But rage and mad thirst for blood drove him in fury on the foe before him. First