Nor, Oebalus, shalt thou unsung from this our story fail, Whom Telon on nymph Sebethis begat as tells the tale When Teleboan Capreæ he reigned o'er waxen old; Whose son might not abide to sit within his father's fold; But even then held neath his sway the country far and wide, Sarrastes' folk, and all the plain along the Sarnus side. Celenna's lea, and Batulum, and folk of Rufra's town, And those on whom Abella's walls, the apple-rich, look down. 740 But these are wont to hurl the spear after the Teuton wise, Their heads are helmed with e'en such bark as on the holm-oak lies: All brazen-wrought their targets gleam, their brazen sword-blades flash. 'Twas Nursæ in the heart of hills sent thee to battle-clash, O Ufens, well renowned of fame, and rich in battle's grace; Whose folk are roughest lived of men, eager for woodland chase; Æquiculi they hight; who dwell on land of little gain, And ever armed they till the earth, and ever are they fain To drive the spoil from hour to hour, and live upon the prey. Then Umbro of the hardy heart went on the battle-way; 750 Priest was he of Marruvian folk; about his helm was bent The happy olive, leaf and twig: him King Archippus sent: Wont was he with his hand and voice the bitter viper-kind And water-worms of evil breath in bonds of sleep to bind; And he would soothe the wrath of them, and dull their bite by craft, Yet nothing might he heal the hurt that came of Dardan shaft; Nay, nothing might the sleepy song avail against his bane, All herbs on Marsian mountains plucked were nought thereto and vain. Anguitia's thicket wept for thee, Fucinus wave of glass, The thin wan waters wept for thee. 760