turns to you: the king himself mutters in doubt whom
to call his son-in-law, to whose alliance to incline. Nay, 5
more, your fastest friend the queen is dead by her own
hand, scared and driven out of life. Only Messapus and
keen Atinas are at the gates to uphold our forces. About
them are closed ranks, and an iron harvest of naked
blades: you are rolling your car over a field from which 10
war has ebbed.” Turnus stood still with silent dull regard,
wildered by the thoughts that crowd on his mind:
deep shame, grief and madness, frenzy-goaded passion