gauzy folds was gathered up by a golden brooch, and his
tunic and his hose decked with barbaric broidery. He it
was that the maiden, eager, it may be, to fasten on the
temple-gate the arms of Troy, or to flaunt herself in the
golden spoil, singled out from all the battle, and was following
with a hunter’s blind devotion, raging recklessly
through the ranks, enkindled with a woman’s love for prey 5
and plunder; when at length, seizing his opportunity,
Arruns awakes his dart from its ambush, and thus prays
aloud to heaven: “Greatest of gods, Apollo, guardian of