He speaks, and hushes all his voice, and so with naked blade Falls on proud Rhamnes; who, as happed, on piled-up carpets laid, Amid his sleep was blowing forth great voice from inner breast. A king he was; king Turnus' seer, of all belovèd best; Yet nought availed his wizardry to drive his bane away. Three thralls unware, as heeding nought amid the spears they lay, He endeth: Remus' shield-bearer withal and charioteer, 329 Caught 'neath the very steeds: his sword their drooping necks doth shear; Then from their lord he takes the head, and leaves the trunk to spout Gushes of blood: the earth is warm with black gore all about. The beds are wet. There Lamyrus and Lamus doth he slay, And young Serranus fair of face, who played the night away For many an hour, until his limbs 'neath God's abundance failed, And down he lay: ah! happier 'twere if he had still prevailed To make the live-long night one game until the morning cold. As famished lion Nisus fares amid the sheep-filled fold, When ravening hunger driveth on; the soft things, dumb with dread, He draggeth off, devouring them, and foams from mouth blood-red. 340 Nor less the death Euryalus hath wrought; for all aflame He wades in wrath, and on the way slays many lacking name: Fadus, Herbesus therewithal, Rhoetus and Abaris; Unwary they: but Rhoetus waked, and looking on all this, Fulfilled of fear was hiding him behind a wine-jar pressed: The foe was on him as he rose; the sword-blade pierced his breast Up to the hilts, and drew aback abundant stream of death. His purple life he poureth forth, and, dying, vomiteth Blent blood and wine. On death-stealth still onward the Trojan went, And toward Messapus' leaguer drew, where watch-fires well-nigh spent He saw, and horses all about, tethered in order due, 351 Cropping the grass: but Nisus spake in hasty words and few, Seeing him borne away by lust of slaughter overmuch: "Hold we our hands, for dawn our foe hasteth the world to touch: Deep have we drunk of death, and cut a road amid the foe." The gear of men full goodly-wrought of silver through and through They leave behind, and bowls therewith, and carpets fashioned fair. Natheless Euryalus caught up the prophet Rhamnes' gear And gold-bossed belt, which Cædicus, the wealthy man of old, Sent to Tiburtine Remulus, that he his name might hold, 360 Though far he were; who, dying, gave his grandson their delight; And he being dead, Rutulian men won them in war and fight These now he takes, and all for nought does on his valorous breast, And dons Messapus' handy helm with goodly-fashioned crest, Wherewith they leave the camp and gain the road that safer lay.