his pinions beat the air: even thus Tarchon carries his
prize in triumph from the bands of Tibur’s folk. Following
their chief’s auspicious lead, the sons of Mæonia charge
the foe. Then Arruns, the man of fate, compasses swift 20
Camilla about, dart in hand, with many a forestalling wile,
and tries what chance may be readiest. Wherever the
fiery maid dashes into the midst of the battle, Arruns
threads his way after her, and scans her steps in silence:
wherever she returns in triumph, escaping safely from the 25
foe, that way the youth turns his swift and stealthy rein;