half he scattered among the flying breezes: to strike and
slay Camilla with sudden death-wound, so much he grants 20
the suppliant: to return and meet the eyes of his noble
fatherland, this he allows not; the gusts of air turned the
accents into wind. So when the spear, launched from the
hand, was heard along the sky, each keen Volscian mind
flew to one centre, every Volscian eye was bent on the 25
queen. She alone had no thought for wind or sound or
weapon sweeping down from heaven, till the spear had
made its passage and lodged beneath her protruded breast,