clad in refulgent armour—it strikes through the ribs
and lays him grovelling on the yellow sand. But his
brothers, a gallant company and stung by grief, draw their
swords or seize their javelins, and charge in headlong fury. 35
To meet them rush the Laurentian columns: while from
their side surge forth in a flood Trojans and Agyllans and
Arcadians with inlaid harness. All are possessed by one
passion, to try the issue with the steel. The altars are
stripped bare: through the whole sky drives a flickering
storm of weapons and an iron sleet comes thick: bowls