soon shall you see which of us gains honour from this 5
windy boasting.” He said: but she, all on fire, stung with
bitter grief, gives her horse to her comrade, and stands
ready to meet him in arms, fearless though on foot, with
naked sword and maiden shield. But the youth, deeming
that his wiles had sped, darts away without more ado, 10
and turning his bridle, rides off in flight, and wearies his
beast with the strokes of his iron heel. “False Ligurian,
vainly puffed up with overweening fancies, to no end have
you tried your sire’s slippery craft, nor shall your lying