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full at the chief flies a hurtling arrow, none knew by
what hand launched, by what wind wafted, who graced
the Rutulians so highly, chance or deity: the glory of the
proud achievement was lost, nor was any known to boast
of having wounded Æneas. 5

Soon as Turnus sees Æneas retiring from the battle,
and the Trojan leaders in confusion, he glows with swift
access of hope, calls for horses and armour, bounds like a
conqueror into the chariot, and takes the reins in hand.
Many a heroic frame he slaughters as he whirls along, many 10
he tumbles and leaves to live or die, crushes whole ranks
by the onset of his car, or plucks forth spears and hurls
them at the fliers. Just as storming along by Hebrus' icy
flood gore-stained Mars smites on his shield, and stirring
battle lets loose his fiery steeds: they fly over the plains 15
faster than winds southern or western: Thrace groans to
her extremity under the beat of their hoofs: around him
circle the frowns of black-visaged Terror, and the powers
of Wrath and Treachery, liege followers of the god: with
like eagerness through the thickest of the battle Turnus 20
whirls his straining horses, trampling in piteous sort on the
slaughtered foe: the flying hoof spirts gory dew, and blood
and sand are kneaded in a mass. Sthenelus he has slain
already, and Thamyris and Pholus, these hand to hand,
that from a distance: a distant death, too, has found the 25
Imbrasidæ, Glaucus and Lades, trained in Lycia by
Imbrasus their sire, and by him harnessed alike, warriors
who could stand and fight or outride the winds. In another
part of the field Eumedes is riding through the fray, the
gallant son of ancient Dolon, with the name of his grand-sire, 30
the heart and hand of his sire, who of old, offering
to spy out the Danaan camp, dared to ask Achilles'
chariot as his guerdon; far other guerdon was it with
which Diomed requited his daring, and his hopes are set on
Achilles' steeds no longer. Marking him at distance along 35
the plain, Turnus first sends after him a flying spear
through the intervening space, then stops the car and dismounts,
comes on the wretch gasping and laid low, and