Gorgópus’ lake and Ægiplanctus’ mount,
Weaving the chain unbroken.[n32] Hence it spread
Not scant in strength, a mighty beard of flame,[n33]
Flaring across the headlands that look down
On the Saronic gulf.[n34] Speeding its march,
It reached the neighbour-station of our city,
Arachne’s rocky steep; and thence the halls
Of the Atridæ recognised the signal,
Light not unfathered by Idæan fire.
Such the bright train of my torch-bearing heralds,