Salustian’s side, the blood he staunched, the gash he bound.
VII.
Salustian deeply groaned:—“Would I had died,
Would Heaven that I had died this fatal hour!
Where are my girls—my girls? Oh God,” he cried,
“One dashed to pieces—in the villains’ power
The other—Slay me! Hellhounds, all devour
That owns me. Slay me! Oh, in mercy slay.
Yet I’ll not leave my daughter sweet, my flower
Of Beauty in their claws. Kites, Kites, I say,