And for long it hung above them so that we saw them no more.
But when it was dissipated we perceived
An infinite army advancing to oppose them.
The Standard Bearer: It is impossible! From whence would it come?
The Messenger: I do not know. Perhaps the wind brought them like lice.
But still we looked and, listen well to this,
We saw our army fleeing.
The Standard Bearer: What tale is this?
Surely the dust was in your eyes.
The Messenger: I say that they fled! And not one of them remained