Nor less Æneas, howsoe'er, hampered by arrow-hurt, His knees might hinder him at whiles and fail him as he ran, Yet foot for foot all eagerly followed the hurrying man; As when a hound hath caught a hart hemmed by the river's ring, Or hedged about by empty fear of crimson-feathered string, 750 And swift of foot and baying loud goes following up the flight; But he, all fearful of the snare and of the flood-bank's height, Doubles and turns a thousand ways, while open-mouthed and staunch The Umbrian keen sticks hard at heel, and now, now hath his haunch, Snapping his jaws as though he gripped, and, mocked, but biteth air. Then verily the cry arose; the bank, the spreading mere, Rang back about, and tumult huge ran shattering through the sky. But Turnus as he fled cried out on all his Rutuli, And, calling each man by his name, craved his familiar blade. Meanwhile Æneas threateneth death if any come to aid, 760 And swift destruction: and their souls with fearful threats doth fill Of city ruined root and branch; and, halting, followeth still. Five rings of flight their running fills, and back the like they wend: Nought light nor gamesome is the prize for which their feet contend, For there they strive in running-game for Turnus' life and blood. By hap hard by an olive wild of bitter leaves there stood, Hallowed to Faunus, while agone a most well-worshipped tree, Whereon to that Laurentian God the sailors saved from sea Would set their gifts, and hang therefrom their garments vowed at need. But now the Teucrian men of late had lopped with little heed 770 That holy stem, that they might make the lists of battle clear: And there Æneas' war-spear stood; his might had driven it there, And held it now, set hard and fast in stubborn root and stout: The Dardan son bent o'er it now to pluck the weapon out, That he might follow him with shot whom running might not take. But Turnus, wildered with his fear, cried out aloud and spake: "O Faunus, pity me, I pray! and thou, O kindest Earth, Hold thou the steel for me, who still have worshipped well thy worth, Which ever those Ænean folk with battle would profane!"