stood a vast mound of earth, the tomb of Dercennus, an
old Laurentine king, shrouded with dark ilex: here the
beauteous goddess first alights with a rapid bound, and 5
spies out Arruns from the barrow’s height. Soon as she
saw him gleaming in his armour, and swelling with vanity,
“Why stray from the path?” cries she; “turn your feet
hitherward! come hither to your death, and receive
Camilla’s guerdon! Alack! and are you too to be slain 10
by the shafts of Dian?” She said, and with the skill of
Thracian maiden drew a swift arrow from her gilded quiver,