faster than winds southern or western: Thrace groans to
her extremity under the beat of their hoofs: around him
circle the frowns of black-visaged Terror, and the powers
of Wrath and Treachery, liege followers of the god: with
like eagerness through the thickest of the battle Turnus 20
whirls his straining horses, trampling in piteous sort on the
slaughtered foe: the flying hoof spirts gory dew, and blood
and sand are kneaded in a mass. Sthenelus he has slain
already, and Thamyris and Pholus, these hand to hand,
that from a distance: a distant death, too, has found the 25