"Atta, Atta, be not angry with us!" they again whispered, gazing in terror up at the clouds.
"What then meant victory to the Germans and misfortune to their foes," replied Aigan, distrustfully, "may have the same meaning now. We will wait. Wherever victory turns, we will turn too; that is why I chose this hill for our station. From here we can see clearly the whole course of the battle. Either straight across the brook on the Vandals' left flank--"
"Or to the right on the Romans' centre--like a whirlwind!"
"I would rather plunder the Vandals' camp. It is said to be very rich in yellow gold."
"And in white-bosomed women."
"But all Carthage has more gold than the Vandal Prince in his tent."
"But the best part is, the decision will probably come before the Lion of the Romans arrives."
"You are right: I would not willingly spur my horse against the wrathful lightning of his eyes."
"Patience. Wait quietly. Wherever I send an arrow, we will rush; and Atta will hover, high in the air, above his children."
Removing his helmet of thick black sheepskin, he threw it upward, singing softly: