black with dense foliage; a scant pathway leads
to it, with straitened gorge and jealous inlet. Above it
on the mountain’s watch-tower height lies a concealed 35
table-land, a post of sheltered privacy, whether one be
minded to face the battle right and left, or, standing on
the slope, to roll down enormous stones. Hither repairs
the warrior along the well-known road: he has occupied
the spot and sat him down in the treacherous forest.
Meantime, in the mansions above Latona’s daughter
was addressing Opis the swift, a maiden comrade of her