Then Mars, the mighty in the war, brings force and strength to aid The Latin men, and in their hearts he stirs his bitter goads, The while with fleeing and black fear the Teucrian heart he loads: From everywhither run the folk, since here is battle rich, And in all hearts the war-god wakes. 720 But Pandarus, beholding now his brother laid to earth, And whitherward wends Fortune now, and what Time brings to birth, Back-swinging on the hinge again with might the door-leaf sends, By struggle of his shoulders huge; and many of his friends Shut outward of the walls he leaves, amid the fierce debate; While others, with himself shut in, poured backward through the gate. Madman! who saw not how the king Rutulian mid the band Came rushing, but amidst the town now shut him with his hand, E'en as a tiger pent amidst a helpless flock of sheep. Then dreadfully his armour rings, light from his eyes doth leap,-- 730 A strange new light: the blood-red crest upon his helm-top quakes, And from the circle of his shield a glittering lightning breaks. Sudden Æneas' frighted folk behold his hated face And mighty limbs: but Pandarus breaks forth amid the place Huge, and his heart afire with rage for his lost brother's death. "Nay, this is not Amata's home, the dowry house," he saith, "Nor yet doth Ardea's midmost wall hold kindred Turnus in: The foeman's camp thou seest, wherefrom thou hast no might to win." But from his all untroubled breast laughed Turnus, as he said: "Begin, if thou hast heart thereto, let hand to hand be laid! 740 Thou shalt tell Priam how thou found'st a new Achilles here." He spake: the other put all strength to hurling of his spear, A shaft all rough with knots, and still in its own tree-bark bound. Straightway the thin air caught it up, but that swift-speeding wound Saturnian Juno turned aside and set it in the door. --"But now thou 'scapest not this steel mine own hand maketh sure, Nought such as thine the weapon-smith, the wound-smith----" With the word He riseth up unto the high uprising of the sword, Wherewith betwixt the temples twain he clave his midmost head, And with a fearful wound apart the cheeks unbearded shred. 750 Then came a sound, and shook the earth 'neath the huge weight of him: With armour wet with blood and brain, with fainting, slackened limb, He strewed the ground in death; his head, sheared clean and evenly, From either shoulder hanging down, this side and that did lie.